Football Season (DSMP football au)

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Sunday, November 1st
7:56 AM
Sapnap's POV

  I woke up in a place that was not my bed. I opened my eyes and saw a poof of brunette hair beside me, cuddling me. I went completely red, knowing exactly who it was. My brain was hit with throbbing pain, and I held my forehead.

  I don't remember his room looking like this.
  The last time I was over, he didn't have all of the crystal and bone posters all around, and there weren't fairy lights and vines hanging from the ceiling. Guess it's been a while.

  Just then, I heard a yawn. I looked back at the brunette boy and his horrendous bedhead. I laughed.

  "Good morning." I grinned.
  "'Morning-Fuck." He groaned and fell back onto his pillow.
  "Hangover?" I guessed. I was dealing with one too. He nodded.
  "Wait-why are you in my bed?" He asked. I barely remembered last night, other than the makeout session in the bathroom, and me coming home with Karl.

  Karl.

  I almost had sex with my best friend. I flushed completely red.
  "What? What happened? Did we have sex?" He clapped his hand over his mouth after that last question.
  "No, but we almost did. I think. I do remember kissing you in a bathroom though." Karl flushed pink. I guess he remembered too.
  "And then Quackity told us the cops were called," he recalled. I laughed and nodded.

 "He called us fags," I recalled. "Then we ended up here."
  "My brain is clawing its way out of my skull," Karl whined. I laughed and got up.
  "I'll go get some medication and water." And that's exactly what I did.

  When I returned, Karl was scrolling on his phone. He hadn't even bothered to fix his hair.
  I guess he heard me come in, because he looked up at me. He grinned as he took the Advil and water bottle from me.
  "Thanks." He popped one of the pills in his mouth, and took a big mouthful of water.
  "Also, did you give me clothes last night?" I asked, gesturing to my clothes. "These aren't mine." He laughed.
  "You're wearing my bleached butterfly shirt," he cackled. "But, yeah. You said you didn't have any so I gave you some." I smiled. Then I reddened, realisation setting in. I was wearing Karl's clothes.

  "Something wrong?" He cocked his head. Shaking my head, I got up again.
  "Uh, I -I'll go get some breakfast." I scratched the back of my neck. "What do you want?"
  "Umm... I can go for an egg sandwich, please." He got up. "I'll show you where everything is."

 ༺☆༻

Karl had stayed true to his word, and we were working on breakfast.
  Well, more like I was staring at his pretty body and hair. He was wearing a hoodie and pair of basketball shorts. He looked over to me, and for what felt like the millionth time that morning, I flushed red.

  "What's wrong? Is it my hair?" He questioned, touching his hair. 
  Guess it was now or never. I'd been wanting to say this to him since we were like, fourteen. My ears burned.
  "No. You're just... Jesus this went better in my head." I had to look ridiculous by now. He looked so confused, and he put the toast down to face me. "You're just really fucking pretty, Karl." I blurted. He widened his eyes and blushed. "And, uh, I kinda, sorta had a teeny crush since we were... like fourteen." I screwed my eyes shut, waiting for him to freak on me. But nothing came. I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was just as red as me. "Sorry..." I looked down. Of course he didn't like me back. We were just friends.

  Suddenly, I felt his arms wrap around me.
  "I really like you too, Nick." He mumbled into my shoulder. "I just wasn't sure whether you liked me too." He pulled back to look into my eyes. I grinned and went in to kiss him.
  Surprisingly, he kissed back. He weaved his fingers into my hair and I held his hips. This was perfect. I'd envisioned this for so long, and it was finally coming true.

  "Ew!! My brother's gay!" I heard his sister screech. We pulled away in surprise, and looked at her. She had her hands over her eyes.
  "Actually, I'm bi and ace." Karl corrected. "Now scrat, or I'm telling mom that you stole cookies last night." She went all serious and ran away, her dark brown hair flying everywhere. I was holding in laughter.
  "Sorry 'bout that," he apologised , coming over and wrapping his arms around my neck, "now, where were we?"

A/N
Fucking finally, bro. By the way, Kelly isn't homophobic, she's just in that cringey phase (if ykyk)
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