deja vu; karl jacobs

«comforting»

"deja, are you sure you're okay?" karl asks as i giggle in a small bit of pain.

"yeah don't worry! it's normal," i grumble and then waddle over to my closet to grab a heating pad. karl looks at me, concerned at what's going to happen next. i leave down to plug it in, my knees making a pop sound from the sudden movement. "shit," i hiss out as i rub my knees. "today's not my day, huh?" i smile as i look up to see karl concerned.

"do you wanna talk about it?" karl says, his face lighting up. he obviously likes talking to others about their feelings.

"i- sure," i smile back as i meet his expectant eyes, "well. i started my um, period, out of nowhere. then we ran out of advil. and then my internet went out." i see karl frown. i cock an eyebrow. "are you okay?" i ask karl, waiting for his answer.

"yes! my days been great! i get to see you! i played among us for a while with the boys! i won love or host. don't worry about me!" karl's eyes shimmer as he smiles wide. i smile back, matching his enthusiasm.

every-time i'm with him i can't stop myself from smiling. deja! he probably only likes you as a friend! i mentally punch myself as i continue to listen to karl. i allow my mind to wander. i first think about karl, and then us dating. we'd have the best and most aesthetic dates.

"deja! hey! deja? are you okay?" karl asks as his fingers snap. i jump a little and let out a squeak.

"oh, yeah! i was just daydreaming," i quickly say, it wasn't an excuse, it just wasn't the full truth.

"about me," karl laughs and i awkwardly nod my head yes.

"um, yes," i nervously laugh, my giggle coming out more psycho than cute.

"oh, really! what was i doing!" karl asks. i nod my head no and squeeze myself into my hoodie. i shouldn't have told him. he frowns and i stick out my tongue.

"jesus, i cant believe we actually knew eachother," i mumble, barely audible, but karl picks it up. karl's eyebrow raises almost involuntary. i just shrug.

"hey deja, i have something serious i need to tell you," karl says, his voice low and serious. i immediately jump to conclusions.

he must hate me. i understand why. he hates me. he's breaking up with me. jesus christ. i should've known. i shouldn't have gotten as attached as i did. i'm going to fucking cry in front of this man and he hasn't even said anything. just act natural, my mind ran at the speed of light as i kept my breath steady and my face calm and friendly.

"deja. i don't know how to say this but i," karl pauses for a second before exhaling a breath, "i ain't ever seen two pretty best friends one of them always gotta be ugly," karl says, his face still low, but a small smirk grows on his face.

"i-" i sputter out random words, "I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU HATE ME. FUCK YOU," i flip him off before turning my chair around.

"deja, i'm sorry! you got me with the joe mama, i had to get you here," karl laughs intensely as i turn around and check the time.

"dude, it's 2:47am! jesus christ! i have school tomorrow!" i exclaim loudly, lowering my voice quickly i realize adrianna probably has work tomorrow morning.

"oh my gosh! do you want me to hang up? i can! or we can, yknow, sleep call," karl suggests, "innocently".

i just mumble a 'sure we can call' as i set my phone on my bed and take off my hoodie and socks. it leaves me in a pretty suggestive state of just a sports bra and some sweats, but i don't care.

a sudden wave of tiredness wipes over me, my eyelids growing super heavy. before i can even say goodnight i'm completely passed out.

====================================i use to hate writing convos
but it's cute lol
technoblade book?
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quackity book for my friend?
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karl book for me?
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maybe dream book?
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maybe jschlatt book?
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