Get me drunk and fuck me until I'm Sober

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Quackity groaned as his alarm went off, sighing and pulling his pale hand from underneath his arm and slapping the alarm, an attempt to turn it off.

"Oh fucking hell bro, turn the fuck off". Quackity groaned, in distress his alarm kept beeping.

Once the alarm finally stopped beeping Quackity plopped his head back onto his pillow, groaning at the mere thought of having to get up and do stuff, still he got himself to stand up and walk to his closet.

"Damn where the hell did all my clothes go?", Quackity asked to himself, seeing limited clothes in his closet.

He grabbed some washed out blue baggy jeans and a black tee shirt, good enough for him, plus he was to lazy to pick out anything good from the little clothes in his closet.

"Alex, come downstairs it's 8:00 AM!", his mother shouted from downstairs, Quackity rolled his eyes at his mothers shouting, how does she have enough energy to even talk at 8:00 AM? It takes Quackity until 10:00 AM on regular days even when he isn't feeling like shit.

Quackity trudged his way downstairs and watched his mom make breakfast, ironic since he has to leave in 30 minutes and won't be able to eat any food she is cooking, real American right there.

" mum you do know I have to leave in 30 minutes tops, way to let me down knowing I can't eat any of the food your making", quackitys mother let a small smile set on her lips.

" well Mi Amor, I will put some in the fridge for you to eat when you come home, how about that?" She asked, Quackity nodded.

" sure, I'm gonna go call Karl On the telephone", she nodded, Quackity took that as his cue to go get the telephone.

After a few rings and an impossible amount of time to put Karl's number in, Quackity finally heard the boys cheery voice on the other end of the staticky telephone.

"Hey Big Q! You almost ready? Im about to leave to pick you up" Quackity smiled and replied,

"Yep, is sap coming? Or is he driving with asshole dream and George?", he heard Karl sigh.

" oh cmon Q, they really aren't that bad once you get to know em, well I mean dream is pretty bad but George is actually pretty interesting!", Quackity smirked.

" sounds like someone's got a little crush on little old gogy, be carful man, dream for real owns George",

" oh come on q, don't word it like that, and for your information I'm not Queer and if is as I certainly wouldn't have a crush on George", Quackity chuckled.

"Okay man, whatever you say, anyways gotta go, see you in a bit." Quackity and Karl said their goodbyes and Quackity made his way to pick up his backpack from the couch, where he left it previously the other day.

He checked his watch and cursed at the timing, making his way to his mother to say bye.

"Bye mom gotta go, see you after school" he said and kissed her on the cheek.

"Goodbye Alex, have a good day sweetie".

With one last look at his watch, and hearing the engine of a car, Quackity made his way outside his front door, ready to start a new day of school.