A/N ok so a bit of heads up
under lined means like karl in the present
boled(srry idk how to spell it) mean karl's thoughts
italics means a flash back
ok anyway lets get on with the story!
~Karls pov~
The second i close my eyes, the memories play like an internal loop and i find my self back at the beginning.
A few leafs roll in as he enters the bookstore. He wore a pair of jordans , sort of cuffed black jeans,a black top covered by a white one with a small flame on the center and a bandana wrapped around his fluffy hair.It's his 4th time coming into the shop since I started working here a week ago.his name is nick armstrong but his friends call sapnap i believe.Hes in my art and P.E class.I've been staring out the window throughout my shift, wondering if he'd come in again.he just browses the store,as i ring up customers and restock the shelves.i can't tell if he's looking for something.Or if he likes that feeling of being inside a bookstore.Or...possibly...he came to see me?
As I move a book from the shelf, wondering if he knows my name,i catch a glint of brown eyes through the gap,looking back at me from the other side.We're silent for a moment to long.Then he smiles ,it was a warm smile that anybody could easily get lost in , and then he looks like he was going to say something -but i shove the book between us before he had the chance.I grab the crate beside me and hurry back to the back room lost in my own thoughts.What's wrong with me?why didn't i smile back?After scolding myself for ruining the moment, i gather the courage to go back out and introduce myself.But by time i return he's gone.
On the front counter,i found something that wasn't there before.A cherry blossom ,made from paper.I turn it over in my hands, admiring the folds. Did nick leave this here
If i hurry outside, i might be able to catch up to him.But as soon as i rush out the door the street vanishes (btw this sentence was in the past ).I find myself entering a noisy cafe on the corner of Third Street,almost two weeks later.
Round tables pop up from a wooden floor as teenagers ,around my age,crowd around them,snapping pictures and drinking from ce-ramic cups.I wore a blue wool turtle neck jumper, some black ripped jeans and a pair of black converse.I catch nick's voice before i see him,behind the counter taking someone's order.Maybe it's the apron but he appeals taller from behind the register.I head for my usual table on the other side of the cozy cafe,and i set my things down.I took my time to spread out my notebooks,summoning up the courage to go up to him,even if its only to order my drink.But when i look up from the table, he's there beside me, holding a steaming cup.
"Oh-"i'm started by his sudden presence."uh sorry this isn't mine" "Yeah i know,you ordered this the last 50 times you came here,"he spoke softly with a small giggle at the end his voice was calming and his giggle was cute my thoughts wondered eventually getting cut of by him speaking "a pumpkin spice latte,right"i stare at him as he placed the steaming hot cup on the table then I look up at the counter then back at him "Should I pay up there?" He laughs at me making me blush a bit embarrassed
"Nah don't worry about it.I mean it's on the house plus i could never charge someone as beautiful as you."he winked at me on that last part and i felt heat rush to my face he laughed at my reaction to his compliment.
"Thank you"i mumbled with a smile on my face "No problem"nick says returning the smile.He slides his hands into his apron pockets "You're names karl,right?" He points to his name tag."I'm Nick or most people know me as sapnap"
"Yeah,i know we're in the same art"
"Right.Have you done the art project yet?" "Nope not yet." "Oh good ."he sighs"Me neither." he smells slightly of cinnamon.we stand there awkwardly neither of us knowing what to say. I look around"Are you on a brake?" nick looks back at the counter and shortly after back at me "i mean my manager isn't in today ,so i guess you could say that."he adds with a smirk " i'm sure you deserve it." i replied warmly
"it would be my fifth one today,but who's counting?"we both laugh.My shoulders relax a little. "is it okay if i sit here?" "sure. . ."i slide my things out of the way,letting him take the chair beside me. "Where did you move from again?"nick asks. "North Carolina." "Oh, I've heard it snows a lot there" "i yeah it does." I smile as we sit together , talking for the first time, about school and the classes we're taking and little things about ourselves - he has a younger sister , likes music documentaries , and plays the guitar.From time to time,his eyes dart around the room, as if he's nervous, too.But after a few hours,we're both laughing like old friends.Outside the sun lowers its self ,turning his skin almost golden in the window light.It's hard not to notice.it isn't until a group of nick's friends through the door,calling his name,that we both look up and realize how much time we had past.
A boy with dirty blond hair puts a arm around nick's shoulders.he glances at me with curiosity "who's this?"the boy questions
"this is karl he just moved here"nick replies
"Oh--from where?"
"north Carolina,"i answer.
he just stares at me with a grin on his face.
"this is my best friend dream or clay"nick says,patting his arm that still remains on his shoulder."Were all about to see a movie.I get off work in an hour.You should come"nick says with a warm smile on his face.His friend nods in agreement "yeah i'm sure nick would Love you
Nick hits him on the arm and mumbled "can you just shut up for one minute clay"a bright red painting his face .My phone vibrates on the other side of the the table and i glance at the time.It feels like I've woken up from a daydream."that's okay.I should probably head home."
I wave good-bye but before i go i head to the font counter.When i make sure nick isn't looking i pull out a paper flower from my bag and place it beside the register.I spent a week watching tutorials on how to fold a cherry blossom like the one i found at the book store.But the steps where to hard to follow for my untrained hands.A lily was easier.I zip my bag up and hurry out of the cafe door.And suddenly i'm on the front of my porch staring out at the lawn.the early morning dew still hangs on the grass.Nick's car pulls up with the window down.He texted me the night before.
Hey,this is Nick,just got my licence!Do you wanna ride to school tomorrow?I can pick you up on they way if you want?
A/N PLEASE READ THIS!!
Ok so Ik this book may not be the best and there may be a lot of mistakes but I really hoped you enjoyed reading this part!also no this will not be the end of the prologue I'm sorry I will most likely add to it as it just randomly ends but if it stays like that that means I think it fits well into the story and I liked how I could still write! Also once again thank you so much for reading this
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Fanfictionsixteen-year-old karl jacobs has his future all planned out -move out of his small town with his best friend, nick armstrong(sapnap) ; attend collage in the city; spend a summer in japan.but then sapnap dies.And everything changes. Heartbroken and d...
