Touch. - Karlnap

Chapter fiveteen - pretty

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I turned to face the sleeping Sapnap on my couch.

He had decided to stay over because well, we stayed up late as heavens talking about anything and everything, getting to know each other better.

I took a deep breath, appreciating the silence while it lasted.
My mind, no matter how hard I tried, just wouldn't stop overthinking every last move I had made the night before, In fear of maybe making sapnap uncomfortable and him not saying anything.

Just then i heard a soft mumble and I turn to him again, having stared at a blank wall.
"Karl? Hey, good morning." He said, in his deep calm soothing voice.
"Good morning, Sap." I smiled back, praying to god my face wasn't as red as I thought it was. "Did you sleep okay?" I asked him, sitting up straight. He nodded, also sitting up.
"Yeah, your couch is comfortable."
I let out a small chuckle, as his phone vibrated.

"Yo, Sap! Where are you?"

Quackity asked, on the other line.

"At Karl's, why?"
"Ohh! That makes since. No, it's just that me and Wilbur are at your door, have been for at least a half hour and you still haven't opened it." Quackity laughs. Sapnap turns to me, with a confused look on his face, making me laugh.
"What are you two doing? What do you need?" Sapnap asks, changing his position to be crisscrossed.
"I left my game controller at your house." We heard Wilbur's faint voice coming through. Sapnap chuckled.
"I'll be there in a minute." He replied, hanging up.

He turned to me, and I could have sworn there was a faint shade of pink on his cheeks. "Want to...I don't know, come with me? We could go and eat at some place, I mean, after we've given Wilbur his stuff back- you don't have too!" He quickly added, waving his hands in a small dismissal gesture. "But, if you want-"
"I'd love too come, and yeah, we can definitely go out into town after." I smile reassuringly at him. Having had this crush for so long, I genuinely couldn't believe that my voice was as calm as it was. I should have had at least four voice cracks by now. He smiled warmly at me, then looked down in embarrassment.

After a few minutes we both were ready to leave, both him and I wearing a comfortable oversized hoodie and baggy pants. Waking down the streets we stayed in comfortable silence, only with a few small sentences being exchanged here and there, both in our own worlds.
All I could think about was,

Is he comfortable with me being this close?

Is he comfortable with me smiling up at him sometimes?

Is he comfortable with me calling him pretty when the sun hits his face in a certain angle?

But before I could think of answers to my own questions, we had reached our destination.

"Thanks for stopping by, sir." Quackity joked, bowling when we made our way to them.
"Shut up." Sapnap mumbled with a small smile on his face, opening the door. "Here, it should be at my bedside table." He said, turned to Wilbur, who nodded and went inside.
"You're not going in?" Quackity asked.
"No!" I started, beaming. "Me and sap are going into town." Quackity looked at me, quiet for a moment. He looked back at Sapnap, giving him a knowing look. Sapnap flipped him off, cheeks red once more. Confused, I asked what was going on. Sapnap quickly dismissed it.
"Nothing. Quackity is just being a prick." He explained, still flipping the bird at Quackity with one finger, who smirked.

Once that whole ordeal was over, me and Sapnap were sitting in a buss, in the back. I could tell he wanted to say something, due to his constant looking over and shaking his head.
I sighed, a small chuckle leaving my lips. "What?" I asked, and he looked up again.
"Mhm?"
"What's wrong? You look like you want to say something. Go ahead, spit it out." I smiled at him and this time I could confidently say that yes, he was blushing.
"Did you mean it?" He asked, just above a whisper.
"Mean what?"
"When you called me pretty?"