what's stopping you?

cold chips and swing sets

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

sapnap's feet drag against the black tarmac floor as he sways slowly on the swing, not really moving all that noticeably. he's half-zoned out while tommy talks about his day, sitting at the other end of the swingset with george and wilbur between them. jack and tubbo are sitting on the floor in front of them, picking at the last few chips which are surely cold by now.

ponk couldn't come because he was "spittin' bars at a drillas ends," or something along those lines, so it is just the six of them, talking mindlessly and just enjoying each other's company.

tommy says something that seems to interest jack and tubbo, if their wide eyes are anything to go off of, so sapnap focus back on the conversation.

"- but that's irrelevant, anyway, and then jj came in to get some like music sheets or something for his project and he looked over at me like a prick so i lobbed my drumstick at him," he recalls with a laugh.

"i don't understand you two," wilbur says, rolling his eyes, "if anyone else threw shit at him they'd be fucking done for. have you seen the boxing videos on his instagram?"

tommy shrugs, unbothered. "i'm different because i know he secretly likes me. i'm like an annoying little brother to him."

"have you ever even spoken to him?" jack asks.

tommy shakes his head, no. "the only time we spoke was when those guys were bullying me in year ten and he beat them up for me, which like, i still don't know why he did that."

"maybe he's just a nice person?"

tommy scoffs, "this is jj we're talking about."

"still," wilbur sighs, "you shouldn't just go around throwing stuff at him, unless you want him to hate you."

"nah, it's fine 'cause it's funny," tommy dismisses with a hand wave.

the conversation seems to come to a close there as wilbur just hums and, spotting the upcoming silence, sapnap says, "did i tell you guys that punz and dream are in my psychology?" he's met with a few headshakes, and adds, "i moved seats today to sit with them at the back."

wilbur leans forward on his swing to see sapnap more clearly from past george, asking, "how was it?"

"weird," he answers honestly, "they're like polar opposites. dream said like, i don't even know, three words max, but punz could talk for england, like i feel like i know everything about him after just that hour, he's cool."

"punz is hot too, to be fair," george adds.

sapnap scoffs. "he isn't that hot," he argues. he doesn't even really process the almost defensive tone in his voice, or the way he rolls his eyes.

sapnap looks at george to see the brunette smiling proudly, raising an eyebrow at sapnap before he looks casually back at the rest of the group, and it's pretty obvious then that he was just saying it to rile up the ravenette.