I know you love me (Karlnap)

(chapter 10)

!!TW!! Mentions of physical pain, mentions of sex, drinking, intrusive thoughts

(Quackity's pov)

The scene in front of me is ... interesting at most. Karl is clutching his midsection, so I'm going to go ahead and assume that he got punched. Dream has his nasty-ass death grip on the hood of Karl's hoodie, George looks like he has been crying for 24 hours straight, his eyes are red and puffy. Sapnap just looks like a fucking idiot, with his angry yet, embarrassed look? I don't know, or care enough to wonder too long about it.

"I'm just going to say it, who punched him?" I blurt out of a few solid seconds of silence.

"What?" Sapnap asks in pure confusion.

"Oh, I apologize, I forgot you don't have much of a brain up there. Who punched, Karl?" I mock him, he just looks mad for a second before composing himself.

"Dream punched him in the gut, because apparently he has something of his?" Sapnap finally responds. I look expectantly at Dream before he starts to speak.

"He took a photo of me and George, which was entirely uncalled for! We were just trying to have a conversation!" Dream yells in my face.

"Alright, alright, alright, calm down, and maybe invest in toothpaste sometime buddy. I mean god, your breath is horrible. George, what did Dream do to you this time?" I ask.

"He dumped me, he said he wasn't actually gay, which for the record in a load of shit! You don't fuck someone three times and then say you never liked them!" George yells and starts to tear up again.

"Yeah Dream is kind of an asshole, I personally believe it is the only thing he knows how to do. Karl, just delete the photo and we can all move on with our lives." I state sarcastically. "Oh and Dream, feel free to let go of Karl anytime." I mock, Dream then lets go of Karl's hood and rolls his eyes.

Karl deletes the photo, making sure Dream watches him do so. Karl still has one arm wrapped around his midsection, it's obvious he's in pain.

"Karl lets go, we have the same first period anyway." I state and grab Karl's arm.

"Ok." He mumbles in obvious discomfort.

(Time skip to the end of the day because yeah)

(Karl's pov)

I walk out of my last period class and right to my locker, my arm still holding my torso. It never hurt this much when Sapnap punched me, I guess Dream is stronger than he looks. I open my locker and put my books inside then I shut the door to see Dream staring at me.

"Jesus Christ Dream, you scared the crap out of me." I exclaim.

"Sorry, about earlier, I guess the whole situation with George was stressing me out." He sighs and looks at the ground for a second, before looking back at me.

"Yeah it's whatever, by the way, what is going on with you and George?" I ask.

"I can tell you, but not here, the last thing I need is for anyone at this fucking school to know we were together." He says quietly. "Do you want to drink at my place? I can give you a ride."

"Sure, I have nothing better to do." I say.

We walk out of the school and get into his car, the car ride to his house isn't too long. However the eerie silence between the two of us makes the ride feel like a year long. After around 3 minutes Dream starts to speak.

"Does it hurt? Where I punched you?" He asks.

"Yeah, but it's manageable, Sapnap has punched me plenty of times for just looking at him. I'll get over it." I reply.

"Does he hit you a lot?" He questions, not tearing his eyes from the road.

"Not anymore, he did for years though. He hated my guts, for no reason at all." I ramble as he parks the car.

We get out of the car and walk up to his house, he opens the door quietly. We both walk in and he shuts the door, then we walk upstairs to his room. He Crouches down to pull the box of alcohol he has out from under his bed, while I sit on the edge of his bed. He pulls out the box then picks up two glass bottles, then he hands me one and sits down.

"I figured you would want vodka, because it usually gets you pretty buzzed." He states without emotion before he opens the bottle and takes a large gulp.

"Yeah, thanks man, so what has been going on with you and George?" I ask and then take a swig.

"It's a long story, man, that night when we were drunk and I told you I liked him. After you blacked out from the tequila, I asked him out. So when the next morning I saw you weren't there, I opened my phone, and I was going to text you, but I saw that he texted me back. He sent this long ass paragraph," he paused to take another gulp of vodka, "and he had that he liked me too, and he was relieved that I wasn't homophobic. So fast forward to last week, we had been officially dating for a little bit, and we had sex twice at that point. I told him that I was stressing out about our relationship and about how I wasn't sure if the reaction ship was working." He rambles, clearly drunk at this point due to the fact that he has been taking sips every two sentences.

"And then what happened?" I ask, half of the alcohol in my bottle is gone at this point.

"He said if we had sex again, it might fix things, so we did. And I guess it worked for two days." He said, tossing his empty bottle to the ground.

"Has anything happened between you and Sapnap? You guys would be an awesome couple." He says, slurring his words and he lays down on his bed.

"We made out, slept in the same bed, but no sex." I say and giggle as I fall from my sitting position down onto the bed, legs still draped over the side of the mattress.

"Damn Karl, ok." He says slurring his words.

(Dreams pov)

Karl immediately passes out, bottle in hand after that. I take the bottle out of his hand and put it on the floor. Then I just lie there for a bit, thinking about George, did I make the right choice? I shouldn't have dumped him. I pick up Karl's half-empty bottle and chug it, I don't want to think about him, not now.

Just then, Karl's phone starts ringing, I pull it out of his pocket and look at the caller ID. It's Sapnap.

(1150 words :D)