𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. ఌ || quackity

/ 𝐭𝐰𝐨 \

alex quackity was used to trending on twitter. after being in more stupid twitter drama and crazy fan shit than he could count, he was used to it. so when he woke up to his phone buzzing like crazy, he just groaned and silenced twitter. he was just laying on his couch, hair messy and eyes droopy.

there wasn't anything better to do, it was a sunday afternoon and he literally just woke up. he wasn't doing shit today, not after 'accidentally' walking for six hours straight last night in an attempt to get some fresh air. he read that it was good before bed, but he ended up on his own little adventure—
..that lasted until 4:56 am.

he rubbed his eyes, before his hands made his way to his hair.
god, he should cut it.
it was so annoyingly long, it tickled his neck every time he moved. in a bad way.
but every quackity fan slash twitter user loved it, and he kinda did too.
fuck.. how do hot people live life normally?

he rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. so much empty white space, full of opportunities, imagination, possibilities....
"fuck this shit, dude." he muttered, pressing his face between a pillow and an arm of his surprisingly comfortable couch.

he shut his eyes, trying to go back to bed. he was not in the mood for a migraine. so he put in his earbuds, trying to force himself to sleep. maybe some music..

now playing: looking out for you - joy again

he hummed. it was soothing, i guess.
the tension between his brows slowly lifted, as he relaxed a bit. he felt... calm, for the first time in a while. he's usually pretty tense, which is something people don't expect from him often. so it felt nice to feel still.
if anyone walked in on him and saw the way he looked, they could probably tell he was having a deep thinking moment. he wasn't sure what about, but he felt like he was contemplating something.

"this is a love song, for a girl who will never know it's about her.."

he smiled a bit, putting his hand over his head.
with all the qsmp stuff, he hasn't thought about love in a hot second.

"i know it's pretty stupid, but i'm much too shy to tell her.."

he turned back up to the empty white ceiling, pulling a pillow to his chest. he liked the thought of something like that, getting to feel like that all the time with someone. is that really possible?

"she's beaming that smile.... all the while, i'm all choked up on my own throat- i guess there is no hope."

he nodded his head along with the music, feeling his eyes droop again with how calm he was.
but then..
...

his fucking smoke alarm. he had never been so aggravated by high pitched patterned beeps in his life.
"really, when the song was about to get to the best part?" he asked, as if the dumb thing would respond. he took out his earbuds, sitting up. maybe it was his wake up call.

after finding out he had lit a candle just too close to the ceiling, he contemplated ripping out all his smoke alarms and building a bomb with them. but, yknow- he realized laws existed. and alex fucking quackity was too hot to go to jail. he'd be smushed into the size of a soda can in seconds.

after that, he sat back on his makeshift bed, grabbing his phone. there was no way he could get back to bed after that. so instead he decided to wake up, checking all his dozens of notifications. he wasn't the kinda guy to clear them.

today:
500+ x notifications
29+ youtube notifications
74 discord notifications
2 c.ai notifications

he furrowed his brows, squinting at the twitter notifications. he did usually have a shit ton of them, but they were all mentioning someone.