Football Season (DSMP football au)

11

Day before Halloween
Sapnap's POV
TW: Vomiting

  I woke up. Well, of course I woke up.
  But I felt off. All of the sudden, I knew why I was feeling weird.
  I made a mad cash for the bathroom, and made it just in time. As I emptied my stomach's contents, I held back my wolf cut. Finally, I stopped. I rested my sweaty cheek against the toilet. Gross.
  I stood up and rinsed my mouth out. Well, great. Gonna have to call Karl.

  I made my way back to my bedroom, tying my hair into a short ponytail on the way. Man, I was sweaty. Peeling off my shirt, I lay down on my bed and called Karl. He picked up on the third ring.
  "'Morning," he said. His voice was all raspy, sounding like he had just woken up. It was kind of hot. I blushed a little.
  "Hey," I began. I was a little nervous on how the brunette would react. "Uh, I won't be able to come to school today." I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for his response.

  "Oh! That's fine. Am I allowed to ask why, though?"
  "I kinda, sorta, well, puked my guts out." I smiled and ran a hand through my hair.
  "Gross. Do you think you'll be better by tomorrow?" He asked.
  "Dunno," I answered. I frowned. "What are we gonna even be?" I asked.
  "I thought that we could be minions, but everyone else thought it was stupid." I could almost hear the embarrassment in his voice. "So, why don't we be our Minecraft avatars?"
  "Hey, that could be a good idea. But how would we explain it to people who ask?" I scratched the back of my neck.

  "I... Don't know." 

  "How about we just don't?" 
  "We could." I could hear him thinking. "Well hope you get better soon. I gotta- Just a second!" I could hear either his mom or his sister yelling at him. "Sorry. I gotta go. Bye!" Karl made kissing noises on his side of the phone as he hung up. I chuckled.
  Knock knock.
  "Come in," I said. My dad opened the door.
  "I heard you in the bathroom and figured you weren't feeling to great," he began. He sat down on my bed. I studied his tan skin as I waited for him to continue. "I guess you wanna stay home?" Sitting up, I nodded. "You're pretty flushed too," he diagnosed. "Mind if I take your temperature?" And as if by magic, he revealed a thermometer. I opened up my mouth, and he put the thermometer in my mouth.
  We waited for a bit in silence, until the thermometer made a beeping noise. My dad took the thermometer out of my mouth.

  "101.2" he grimaced. "Jeez, Nick. Don't you wear a coat?" He looked at me and grinned. His grin was contagious, so I smiled too.
  "No, actually," I said snarkily, "I like to freeze." He laughed at that.
  "Glad to know you're still a little shit," he laughed as he got up. "I'll get you some toast." And he was gone. I sighed and flopped back down on my bed. Today was gonna be a long day.
  I opened up my phone, earbuds still attached. I had been listening to Yellow last night. It reminded me of Karl, in a way. He was my happiness, my yellow. I smiled as I opened up Spotify. I don't even know what I put on, just went with whatever what came on. I snapped the group chat, taking a picture of myself in her with the caption 'just threw up my guts 🗣🗣🗣'. I hit send.

pissbaby69
u look terrible lmao

colourblind_lmao
hope you get better soon dude

  For some reason, Quackity didn't respond. That was a little worrying. I decided to just call him.

  "Hey, probably out, or something, I dunno, but when I get back I'll call you back. You know what to do." My heart dropped. He never missed a phone call, at all. Not even when he was taking a shit.

  Where is Quackity?

Short one, I know. Where's Quackity? I guess this one was more of a filler.

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