(Karl POV)
The next month and a half passes quickly. School keeps me busy, with short stories, poems and essays in Creative Writing, analysises of Shakespeare in Literature, figure drawing and paintings in my art class. It was exhausting. It's gotten worse because the first semester is coming to a close, but I've been dealing. Alex, on the other hand...
"Karl, I need an excuse to get out of this test. Can you break my leg?"
"How the fuck does this correlate at all?"
"Karl, please explain my major to me, I don't get it."
"I'm going to go throw myself off the nearest bridge."
"Wanna go get food? I don't wanna be here anymore."
"WHY ARE WE DOING MATH, THIS IS GOVERNMENT."
...yeah.
It's been fun.
Nick has apparently been watching MrBeast's videos religiously, which I find adorable. Speaking of which, it's been going really well. I've finally gotten the hang of filming, and they've actually used some of my footage! Kris introduced me to some of the other Beast guys, like Chandler and Nolan. There's others but I'm bad with names.
Anyways.
I'm leaving for Florida again in two weeks, finally, because I forgot that snow can be an asshole, and I've been slipping all across campus, and I won't be surprised if Skeppy texts the groupchat with a meme of me falling down the stairs leading to the library.
Yes, it happened.
There is no way it didn't end up on the internet.
Alex groans, snapping me out of it. "Karl," he whines. "Will Nick let me cuddle you? I don't want to do this anymore."
"Which do you want more," I start, "to be a lawyer or cuddles?"
He sighs. "Right now? Cuddles."
I smile and pat next to me. He giggles and hurries over, immediately curling into my side, and arm thrown over my stomach and his head on my shoulder. I curve an arm over his shoulders and smile to myself.
Alex told me almost two weeks ago now that he might be willing to try dating me, but he doesn't want me to take offense if he changes his mind. I told him the same thing, but instead of changing my mind, Nick changes his. Alex seemed to respect that, which I appreciated.
I called Nick later that day, and he reassured me 3 times that it was perfectly okay.
"Hey, do you wanna come home with me?" I ask.
He hesitates, but looks up at me, surprised. "What?"
I roll my eyes. "I know I've only been talking for six weeks, but I know you're not deaf," I say. "C'mon, come back to Florida with me! You can meet my friends in person!"
He lifts his free hand up to his mouth and nibbles at the skin on his thumb -- a nervous habit. "Nick won't mind?"
I show him the text Nick sent three and a half minutes ago: what if alex came back with you? i wouldnt mind, and i wanna meet him :D
He frowns. "That sounds sarcastic," he mumbles.
"It might be," I admit. "It's hard to tell with him."
Alex winces. "Is he jealous?"
I laugh. "Highly likely, though he's promised he's fine."
He just laughs awkwardly.
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