Football Season (DSMP football au)

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4:34 PM
Sapnap's POV

  I lugged my football bag into the trunk of my dad's maroon Chevy Malibu. I tossed it in, and slammed the trunk closed, then walked up to the passenger side door. I slid in and clicked my seatbelt.
 
  "You did great tonight, Nick," Dad said.
  "Thanks coach," I said rhetorically. He frowned.
  "I may be your coach, but I'm also your father, so don't pull any sarcasm on me." I rolled my eyes and looked at the trees whizzing by.

  We pulled into the driveway of my house. I got out and went around to the trunk to retrieve my bags. I grabbed them, and went inside.
  "Hey hun," my other dad said cheerfully. I waved, taking my shit upstairs. I threw it into my room and came back downstairs.

  Ooo, lasagna.
  "Go wash your hands, Nick," Coach said.
  "I know." I went to the kitchen sink and washed my hands. I dried my hands and came back. I sat in one of the four metal back chairs. I was served some dinner and I dug in.

  "Remember, you're going to see your mom on the weekend," Coach said.
  "Yeah, you've still gotta pack," my other dad piped up.
  "I didn't forget, Dad," I groaned. They were always on me on getting stuff done. I was sick of it. I knew how to manage shit. After all, I'm 16 goddamn years old.

  I finished my food.
  "I'm gonna be upstairs," I said. I put my plate and fork in the dishwasher and did just that.

  I changed into a white t-shirt and black shorts. I put on my skating shoes, orange DC's, and grabbed my skateboard.
  It was black on the top, and checkered on the bottom with my team's names and numbers and flames overtop. It was a pretty beaten up board, considering I've had it since 8th grade.

  I tied my signature white bandana around my poofy wolf cut, and went back downstairs with my board.
  "I'm heading out to the skatepark," I said to no one in particular. Then I headed out.

5:06 PM
Karl's POV

  I rolled around in the bowl, waiting for Sapnap. Quackity was here before me, and was sitting. He was fairly new to skating, and was scared to come down into the bowl with me.
  "Dream annoys me." I look up.
  "What do you mean?"
  "What I mean is, he's always on my last nerve. He thinks he's all high and mighty, and I hate it. He's always got something to say." He ranted. I was confused.
"And then Sapnap, oh my God. He needs to learn to shut his fucking mouth."

  Why did Quackity hate Dream and Sapnap all of the sudden? Normally, he didn't let Dream's jokes get to him.

  Just then, Sapnap came in with George and Dream. George didn't skate, but still seemed to be wherever Dream was.

  I swear there's something going on between them.

  "Hey, guys!" Dream called. I waved, but Q ignored him. I guess he was still angry about earlier.
  Dream dropped his board, and pushed. In no time, he's in the bowl with me.

  "What's up with Quackity?" he asks.
  "I have no clue. My best guess is he's still pressed about us picking on him." I say. I run my hand through my waves.

  "Hey, bitches," Sapnap says, wrapping his arm around Dream's shoulder. George is staring down at us from the top.
  "Hey, Pandas." Dream shoots back. Sapnap scowled. He hated that nickname.
 
  "Guys, I'm gonna go talk to Q. I'll be back." I skate up the bowl and land safely just past the lip. I pick up my board and walk over to Quackity, who's just staring into space.
  "Hey," I say, sitting beside him.
  "Hi." He says flatly.
  "What's up?" Great comforting skills, Karl.
  "Nothing much."
  "Are you still upset with Sap and Dream?" I ask. He glares at me.
  "Yeah, maybe I am, loverboy." He spat. "You're a little too obvious Karl." He adds.
  "What's that gotta do with anything? I was asking if you were still upset, not if I liked anyone," I sighed.

  "Which I don't by the way."
  "Okay? I really couldn't give two fucks."
  "So, are you still angry?" He glared at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead 100 times over.

  "Yeah, I am. I'm really important to the team. I'm fucking sick of them picking on me." He stood up angrily. "Benchwarmer this, useless that." He grabbed his board.
  "I'm leaving. Bye."

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Angy Quackity ooo
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