AU
WTE⚠️: crying, heavy swearing, pretending like he hates it but there is full consent trust, in this AU they're frenemies and constantly beefing, spit, forced submission, ooc bad and skeppy at times, mentions of alcohol, maybe more?
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~Skeppys POV~
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"Oh skeeepppyyy~!!" Bad croaks, and I turn to see him walking up to me.
"What is is you want now bad?" I grumble annoyedly. I put my fist under my chin and put my elbow on the table.
We're out, at a hotel. For some reason, with all our mutual friends on a vacation. Bad obviously doesn't want to be here, and part of me wishes he didn't come.
"Another drink? Goodness skeppy by tonight you'll be plastered." He snickers.
"This is my second drink!! I'm not gonna get shitfaced after two drinks jackass."
"Watch your mouth." He growls, and suddenly I feel a hand on my ass squeezing it.
My face lights up and I try not to spit out my drink, why is he so handsy?!
"Watch your hands." I grumble, hiding my flustered state.
He just squeezes harder.
We hear someone walking by, so he quickly removes it. I sigh and look over at them.
It's quackity.
"Hey we're all going to bed, tomorrow we're going to the beach so it's probably good we get a little sleep. Me, karl, and sap are gonna share a room, puffy and niki are gonna share a room, and tommy purpled and timedeo are sharing a room. So that leaves.."
I turn to look at bad, an angry look spreading across my face. "Me and him?! Seriously? Can't I stay with you or puffy or something?"
"Dude I'm planning on getting frisky tonight, no way!" He scoffs.
"You- nevermind. Fuck, whatever.." I grumble.
"See you tomorrow, goodluck buddy." He smirks before disappearing upstairs after getting his key. The others follow suit.
"Should we get ours then?" Bad asks smugly before taking a key and swinging it around his finger.
"There are so many things I want to say to you and not a single one is kind." I grumble before leaving my half empty drink and going up the stairs.
He follows suit, and clicks us into our room.
"ONE bed?! Is this some kind of sick joke?!" I say and stalk into the room angrily.
"What the- who's idea was this? I'll bet you it was quackity." Bad groans.
"Pfft- of course it was quackity.. No no! Or tommy!" I giggle, bad following, shutting the door, and locking it.
"Wouldn't expect anything less from that muffinhead." He laughs.
"Whatever I guess. I'm gonna go change, our stuff should be in here."
