(Karl POV)
My roommate snores loudly. I ignore him and use the desk chair provided to tape another picture on my wall.
I arrived on campus over an hour ago. He got here 20 minutes later, and immediately fell asleep -- in my bed. I guess he had a long flight and didn't get a chance to sleep or something, because he looked zonked when he stumbled in.
I can't even say he walked. He literally ran into the door and his own bed before falling into mine.
My phone buzzes softly on the desk next to me, and I hop to the floor to check it.
Nick: hey beautiful ;)
I smile almost immediately. My cheeks warm as I type out a reply.
Me: flatterer
Nick: hows college?
I cast an annoyed look at the sleeping boy on my bed.
Me: tolerable
Nick: already?
Me: my roommate walked in and immediately fell asleep
Me: in MY bed
Nick: LMAO
Me: very rude
Nick: wake him up
Me: NO
Me: that is so rude wtf
Nick: you just called him rude??
Me: AS A JOKE
Me: you are DENSE
Nick: lies
Nick: you love me
Me: did i ask
Nick: :(
Me: IM KIDDING IM SORRY i love you <33
Me: fuck hes waking up
Nick: lmao GOOD LUCK
I smile and slip my phone into my pocket. My roommate groans and rolls over. His head pokes up and his eyes open a crack to look at me. "I'm in your bed, aren't I," he says. It's not a question -- he just knows. I smile and nod. "Sorry." He rolls onto the floor, landing with an exaggerated oof.
He stands, brushing himself off. I don't know what there is to brush off -- it smells like bleach -- but whatever. As he begins to pull stuff out of his suitcases, he chuckles. "I'm sorry, I'm so tired."
I'd shrug and wave it off, but he isn't looking at me.
He turns to look at me. My shoulders shrug. His eyes narrow. "Sorry if this is rude," he says, "but can you talk?"
I grin and pull out my communication notebook. I can, I just choose not to, I write. Is that bad?
I reach across the space to hand it to him. His lips turn up in a small smile as he reads. He hands it back, shrugging. "I don't think it's bad," he says. "Inconvenient at times, maybe. Bad, nah." He shakes his head, smiling.
I smile back. This is easy.
"Anyways," he says, shaking his head. "You're Karl, right?"
I nod.
He grins and holds out his hand for a handshake. Hesitantly, I take it. "You may not remember," he says, "but I'm Alex."
(Nick POV)
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actions speak louder than words {karlnap}
Fanfiction-SEQUEL TO silence speaks in volumes- who remembers Karl, the mute literature and art nerd? or Nick, the best basketball player on the team? well, they're back. but this time, Karl's in North Carolina, alone, facing the last hurdle before life: col...
