Football Season (DSMP football au)

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TW: mentions of drugs, drug use, intoxication
4:20 PM
Karl's POV

  I was skating around the bowl, waiting for Sapnap. The others were already here, which kind of made me nervous.
  Normally, he was here before Dream and George. Maybe his parents caught him again.

  When we were in ninth grade, Sapnap was trying to smuggle beer and weed to the park, but his dad caught him. He was grounded for a month.

  But then, I spotted him sprinting through the gate, his orange Jansport backpack falling off his shoulder. He was barely hanging onto his board.
  I sighed in relief. It was only then that I had noticed that I could see my breath. Then I shivered.
  It was motherfucking cold.

  "I got it!" Sapnap said once he caught up to me. His hair was stuck to his forehead, and kind of everywhere. He was grinning ear to ear and panting.
  His bandana was lopsided, and he had a sheen of sweat on his forehead and face.

  Then he pulled off his white hoodie, leaving him in just a black tee.
  His shirt rode up as he took off his hoodie, revealing a fit torso. I flushed a bit.

  "Uh, Karl?" I was snapped from my thoughts by George. He was waving his hand in front of my face.
  I shook my head a bit. "Shit, sorry. Zoned out." I smiled, a new flush forming on my cheeks.
  "More like staring," Dream joked, and I flushed more.
  Fuck.
  "It's okay, Karl. I know you can't resist my gorgeous bod." I laughed at that.

  We were smoking. Sapnap and Quackity were already high out of their minds, while everyone else was slightly buzzed.
  Well, except for George.

  The brunette had pretty strict rules revolving around drugs and alcohol, which were, not if it isn't legal, and not until you're legal.
  Same with sex. Little do his parents know, he got a BJ back in 10th grade from someone. He won't tell us who.

  Ping.
  I open my phone to see a text from Sapnap.

Spampams😎
do we ask??

You
i think hes high enough now

I shook with nerves. This is something we had tried before, the first time we drank. We were in ninth grade, and he said that he liked someone. He never said who though.

  "Hey, Quackity?"
  "What?" He looked to me with his bloodshot eyes.
  "We were just wondering, what's been going on?" Dream and George looked over to us.

  "I'm dating someone, and they aren't the best." He teared up a bit.
  "He's an alcoholic and he hits me." He whispered. Tears streaked down his face.

  He/him pronouns? Is he gay? Not like there's anything wrong with that.

  "Oh, Quackity. I'm so sorry. I-"
 
  "No! That's what everyone says when they find out! I'm fucking sick of it!
  "Like I get, 'why would you stay in a toxic relationship' but I love him. And he loves me. It may not look like it but he does!" He screamed that last bit out. I was shocked.

  He left, fuming. Guess that didn't go according to plan. I glanced over to Sapnap, who was side eyeing me. As soon as we met eyes, we busted out laughing. 

  It wasn't funny, but I guess the nerves made it be.

  "Shit, let's listen to music," Sapnap said, reaching for his speaker. He scrolled on his phone a bit, and then Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage the Elephant began blaring. I grinned. This was the song that Sapnap introduced me to. Now it was one of my most played songs on Spotify.

  I stared at his face, taking in the tan skin, brown eyes with... Was that eyeliner? Around his eyes, his full lips, the hair framing his face. Jesus, he really is pretty.

Another shorter one, sorry

Wordcount: 647 words