Roommates - A Tnt Duo au

7

Tw: Drinking reference and mentions of suicidal thoughts

He is standing by his locker grabbing some books.

"Hey" a familiar voice says roughly and Jschlatt comes to stand by him leaning on the other lockers.

"Oh hey" Quackity smiles in his direction but for some reason he feels his heart sink.

"Where were you last night?" Jschlatt asks.

"Where...?" Quackity looks over at him seeing the look in his eyes, "you were partying again weren't you..."

"Yeah" he shrugs

"You know drinking that much isn't good for you, and what happens if you get caught?" Quackity holds his books to his chest as he closes his locker.

"We've been over this, you only live once anyways" Jschlatt replies, "you should go sometime."

"I won't" Quackity murmurs, "and you should stop- please"

"No, nothing bad is going to happen" Jschlatt mutters.

"You're already failing" Quackity keeps going, "and you are tired every day, it's not good for you"

"Shut up ok?" Jschlatt suddenly snaps, "stay out of it, it's my business"

"It's my business too!" Quackity replies, "I'm your boyfriend I can't just stand by and watch you waste away"

"Well as my boyfriend respect my desicions and don't be so upset!" Jschlatt snaps.

Quackity's blood goes cold and he stands there by his locker unsure what to say.
Jschlatt has been snapping more recently but nothing like this...

"I... ok... I'm just worried for you" he murmurs finally.

"I know you are" Jschlatt gives him a small smile, "but it's nothing for you to worry about, stay out of my business, you're lucky you are even my boyfriend" his expression suddenly looks cold.

"What...?" Quackity asks

"Just You're nothing special, flat" Jschlatt says.

Quackity's face burns,
"Oh, ok then"

"Also here" Jschlatt hands him papers, "I need help with my homework"

Quackity stares at the papers his heart sinking more.

"Right, um... see you later, love you" he looks back up at Jschlatt but his face is Wilbur's.

He screams

He wakes up with a start breathing hard, it's dark out, the morning rays just starting to peek in the gaps of the curtains. He looks around then sits up in bed glancing around. Remembering he's at college not highschool... the dream was all in the past.

His roommate is still asleep it seems, Quackity remembers the guitar playing last night.
Maybe he's not so bad...

He slowly lays back down as he calms himself, stupid to get so worked up, it wasn't even as bad of a dream.

He slowly picks up his phone from his bedside table, he goes to the messages, he hesitates to text Karl and Sapnap, they don't need to know his every little problem.
He stares at the time then gasps, it's late.