Meant to be?

Three-Hundred Seventy-Nine

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How are you guys?
(From Z: I got COVID again, how are you? :D)
(From Blu: Omg, that sucks, I'm sorry! Had it a while back, not fun :(. I'm good I guess)

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3rd Person POV:

Silence fills the car once more, except this time, tears glide down faces, and smiles leave no room for the liquids to stay.

George sits at the wheel again, smiling through the tears like an idiot.

Sapnap sits in the passenger seat (because he lost Rock Paper Scissors) and pouts because he was told 'three grown-ass men couldn't fit in the backseat of a car' or something like that, he was already not paying attention, too confused as to how he lost Rock Paper Scissors, he had trained for moments like these, after all.

Karl sits, holding Q in a hug still, not caring that neither of them were buckled. To be honest, Alex didn't care either, and he was too busy thinking how well he fit in Karl's arms.

Although, Sapnap was not feeling a bit jealous, not at all. And he definitely did not plan on wrapping both of the back seat's occupants up into a very lengthy hug. Nope. Why would he be jealous?

'Probably because I haven't seen him in a while and Karl is hogging him.' He settled on, 100% content on lying to himself.

(From Z: me too buddy, me too. I love lying to myself, it's actually so fun)

Before the rational part of Sapnap's brain could comprehend the notion, though, the car had stopped in a familiar driveway. Although, something was different.

For the past three hundred and seventy nine days (not that George was counting) the house had lacked a certain warmth, and now, as the four walked through the door together for the first time in over a year, it radiated home. Unbeknownst to Karl, George, and Sapnap, the house had stopped smiling. At some point the atmosphere had ceased being home, and had simply become 'house'.

Sapnap did exactly as he had decided, and enveloped the two as soon as they'd entered the house. Karl let out an involuntary squeak at the unexpected embrace, and Quackity just froze momentarily, but the two soon melted into Sapnap's warmth, humming contentedly.

Karl hated to admit it to himself, but he found himself aching for the feeling of Sapnap's constant hugs that he used to supply back before everything went to sh*t. Though, he didn't want to focus on that at the moment, just enjoying the warmth and comfort he found in the others who he was wrapped around and wrapped with. None of the three were any the wiser of their synched happiness.

George didn't feel left out, despite his better judgment telling him he should be. But he had seen this coming, and besides, he had someone of his own, with whom he was entirely satisfied. So, instead of letting his cheeks burn with shame and discontent, and his fists ball up in betrayal, he smiles faintly, and takes multiple photos, immediately sending them to Dream. Grinning as he got an instant response, he beamed like an idiot as he walked up the stairs, leaving the other three to shed tears that they would definitely deny shedding at a later time.

(From Z: Idk why but 'shedding' just reminds me that some idiots think that you shed a skin layer on your period. How? I don't know, and I don't want to know)
(From Blu: I- ew, don't remind me. Some people are actual idiots, just because you loose the inner layer of your uterus does NOT mean you shed a layer of skin 🤣🤣)

Eventually, and begrudgingly, Sapnap and Karl let Alex retreat to his room to have some time to change and relax. Today, after all, had been something of a daydream to him.

Sapnap gently grabbed Karl's wrist, to which the latter made a sound of confusion, his face framed around the emotion. Sapnap holds up a hand, not facing the other, silently telling the other to wait a moment, watching as Quackity walked up the stairs. As soon as he was out of sight and earshot, Sapnap pulled Karl into his studio, a familiar room to the taller, reminiscent of all those late night, sleep deprived, and hilarious streams.

Sap shut the door behind them, and turned around to face Karl, his ears burning, and his face sad with guilt.

"Can we talk?" He mumbled, almost shamefully.

With a nod, and a sigh, the atmosphere shifted to one of a serious nature, and secretly aching hearts.

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I don't really know what else to say 😅
(From Z: BE GAY DO CRIME RHEEHHEHEHEHEHE)
(From Blu: D*MNIT, WHY DIDNT I THUNK IF THAT?!)

Hope you're well, self care isn't selfish!
(From Z: VOUCH VOUCH VOUCH VOUCH VOUCH)