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he just happened to see him at the party. the dude he's been eyeing for months, and he's at the party. the stupid party he got invited to by quackity, one of the 'highschool high' parties.
alcohol.
drugs.
and dreams.
sapnap was sitting down in one of the cheap leather couches, looking across the room at him. no one knows his name, no one knows what he looks like.
dirty blonde hair, his slim figure. he was wearing dark blue jeans along with an oversided green sweatshirt, with a white button up underneath. the same black boots he always wore with white socks. the collection of bracelets on his wrist of different styles and colours, that just matched. matched what?
matched him.
the same stupid cardboard smiley face mask. sapnap just wanted to rip it off to finally see his face, though it probably felt illegal.
from where he was he could see a girl make his way up to him. long blonde hair, pink outfit, same basic girl. he wasn't interested in her, he's staring directly at the guy. the no named guy.
he watched as the girl got touchy. she began to lean on him, running her hands up and down his slim body, her waist getting closer by the the minute. they were clothes on clothes in a few seconds, the guy not resisting, or moving. he moved once to take a sip of his drink but he knew he wasn't drunk.
hed been eyeing him all night, he knew he wasn't.
and he got uncomfortable. the girl had ran her hands up his shirt playfully, her forehead leaning against the mask. she held his shirt in her hands from underneath; pulling on it.
sapnap had set his drink down as her hand came out from the no named guy's shirt, and reaching up for the mask. just before she could lay a single finger on it, her wrist was harshly slapped, then pushed to the side.
it was all him.
"are you alright? did she hurt you? you looked uncomfortable."
the guy had looked down on him, being several inches taller. he had observed his outfit.
the baggy white shirt ontop of a longsleeve black undershirt, the black leggings with narrow white stripes on the side, and the same black hightops he wore every day. the same plain white bandana that could be seen under this jet black hair, and the same stupid nose piercing he has. its just a stud, nothing special. a diamond stud. is it real? probably not. no one knows.
"yes im- im okay. thanks. you are?"
"call me sapnap. its what everyone calls me. what's your name?"
"wouldn't you love to know, i bet its a dream for you to know."
"okay mr. dream, do you wanna go get a drink with me?"
"dream? i see what you did. wow."
he chuckled as he walked to the kitchen, sapnap putting his arm on his shoulder, making basic small talk. what their hobbies were, their favourite colour, their major, and anything else there was to talk about.
they were talking for the past hour, them drinking and asking questions. sapnap had constantly asked for his name or his homeroom class, but he would simply laugh it off, changing the subject.
"i just wanna know your name and ill leave you alone. i swear!"
"leave me? aww, no i want you to stay with me. its been fun."
"dont chan- what?"
"what? its a compliment. nothing more."
it had always been nothing more.
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