(Alex POV)
It's totally what I was going for.
I asked my roommate out... and he said yes. I mean, I assumed he's queer -- what straight person takes queer studies -- and I guess he assumed the same for me, considering how I said I wanted to take it too.
I slide into a booth across from him at some random pizza place. It's very 90s, with neon lights, pop culture references from back then, checkered floor... the servers are on roller skates! Inside!
This is awesome, Karl signs, smiling madly. How'd you find this place?
I grin. "Uh, you know what, I can't remember." He smiles again. "So... favourite kind of pizza?"
He scans the menu before laying it flat and pointing at one. He didn't even hesitate.
"Pepperoni sausage?" I ask. He nods. "Classic. Very good. Spectacular choice. Drink of choice?"
He hesitates, hands in the air, like trying to remember the motions. But he eventually gets it.
It's probably not here, but I like Monster.
"No fucking way!" I whisper. "I love Monster!"
His nose curls as he smiles harder. Damn, it's cute.
It's not here though, so I guess orange F-A-N-T-A. Is there even a sign for that?
I giggle. "There's no motion for 'fanta', at least not that I'm aware of."
He shrugs. Oh well.
We smile at each other, and for a moment, it feels like he might actually like me too.
(Nick POV)
I frown at the string of unread messages on my screen.
Me: heyyy
Delivered 6:10 pm
Me: i'm bored, pls help
Delivered 6:10 pm
Me: hello?? :(
Delivered 6:48 pm
Me: college life, i guess
Delivered 7:03 pm
Me: dream says im being clingy
Delivered 7:17 pm
Me: I told him to go fuck himself
Delivered 7:17 pm
Me: he's right, isnt he
Delivered 7:38 pm
Me: im sorry :(
Delivered 7:38 pm
I groan and fall backwards into bed. I know I shouldn't be this clingy, but I miss him. You can't blame me.
My phone buzzes. I nearly throw myself into the wall leaping for it.
Dream: are you still pining over your lover boy, or can you meet us at the bowling alley?
I don't think I've ever been so disappointed and relieved at a text message in my life before.
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I fucking hate bowling.
"Fuck you, Dream," I say, elbowing him. "Absolutely fuck you."
"Language!" Bad shouts. Thankfully it's too loud in here for people to care.
"Yeah, Nicky," Skeppy teases, sticking his tongue our at me. Dream giggles.
I scoff. "Oh, go back to college, nerd," I say, throwing an onion ring at his head.
There's a loud clatter of pins, and George cheers. "Suck it, Dream!" he shouts. "Ahead by one!"
"Yeah, one," Dream says as I stand to take my turn. George slaps the back of my shoulder as we pass one another.
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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...
