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When Dream had asked Sapnap to move in with him, he was ecstatic.
He packed everything he could have ever needed in a matter of hours and almost walked his ass to Florida when his flight was a few minutes late. Who can blame him? He was going to see his best friend for the first time in real life!
To say that Sapnap was excited was an understatement of the century. When Sapnap stepped out of the airport, he practically choked Dream out with a hug. They chuckled and looked each other over. Marveling at the smallest of details about the other. Mainly Dream's freckles and Sapnap's dimples. For the first few days Sapnap and Dream bounced off of each other, happy and laughing alone to whatever the other said. Dream would pat him on the back when he won MCC, tease him and call him out when he would get flustered, he would come into his room after streams, it was great! It was like nothing changed and that they were perfect for each other!
Slowly though, Dream started to get distant. He would lurch away from hugs, wiggle his eyebrows up when Sapnap asked to scoot closer to him on the couch, even going as far as to leave the kitchen if Sapnap entered. Saying something about, "I got to edit a video" or something along those lines.
It hurt. . .
Dream hung out with him less and less as the days faded into weeks, and then months. It almost made it look like he was avoiding him. He was, do doubt in Sapnap's mind. Dream barely even acknowledged Sapnap’s presence. He only really acted ‘normal’ when they were on stream, but the blonde even avoided streaming with him.
Drema's attitude had been making Sapnap rethink everything he had ever done to the blonde. Had he said something? Done something? Should he just go back to Texas? Obviously Dream didn’t want Sapnap around so. . . Why did he come in the first place? This was never a good idea- why would he be so stupid he moved out of his hometown and away from his family to go live with someone he has never even met before?
He thought about his mom and little sister back at home. Finding the love they showed him much more appealing than anything Dream was giving him.
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Sapnap started packing his things little by little.
As the days passed, more of his clothing was piled into his suitcase.
Did he want to leave? Not really.
He had dying hoping that the blonde would come around. . . but in the present, it was clear he wasn’t welcome in Dream’s home. In his life
After he had almost his whole room packed away, he went down to the kitchen to grab dinner. He hadn't eaten a solid meal in a day or so. Sapnap marched down the stairs, moving to the kitchen when he reached the bottom. His feet sliding across the wooden floor reminded him of how he would race his sister around his house for fun, sliding as he turned corners, their screams ricochet off of the walls. He remembered how his step-mother would yell for them to be quieter. He smiled to himself, he missed them so much.
He microwaved some shitty TV dinner that sat in the freezer ever since he had gone to the grocery store only a few days prior. After putting the steaming meal onto the island in the middle of the open kitchen; the TV and couch from the living room being visible with the ‘open floor’ concept of the house, he looked back to the counter behind him.
He pulled the drawer open next to the stove to find no forks for him to eat with. Fuck. Sapnap bent over and yanked the dishwasher open to find what he was looking for. He pulled out a fork, relieving it was still dirty, he sighed. He stood up and turned to the sink, waiting a few seconds for the water to warm up before he splashed it over the utensil, scraping the scum off with the nail of his thumb. Cant even be bothered to do the dishes for one goddamn day.
Sapnap whipped around in frustration to his quickly cooling meal. He sat down at the stool that stood at the island, cool marble heating up around his dinner. Hunching over his food and digging in, he reveled in the heat of his meal. He happily shoved the food into his mouth. The flavours swirling around in his mouth as he ate.
Suddenly. Something rubbed against his foot, alerting Sapnap for a second until he finally understood what it was. He looked down to see Patches staring up at him, meowing before she started rubbing up against his foot. He let his hand slide down to pet her fluffy fur, swirling it in between his fingers. “You’re Dad’s being a bitch, you know that? At least you’re not ignoring me.” He said mostly to himself.
Sapnap’s loneliness stabbed into his heart as he thought of the blonde the fluff ball belonged to. He was very fond of Dream. He loved him, he had no problem admitting to that. He did admit it on late night calls on discord over and over , but he was brushed off as ‘sleepy’ and ‘out-of-it’ by said friend.
Sapnap couldn’t be more obvious with his affection. The first time he saw Dream he wrapped him into a shockingly tight hug, he dug his face into the man’s neck saying how happy he was to see him. He tried to brush up against him when they passed by. Sapnap tried so, so hard to make him notice.
But he didn’t want him. Dream didn't love him the way he oh so loved the blonde.
Thumps from up the stairs knocked Sapnap out of his trance. He retracted his hand from Patches’ head and went back to eating. Eyes low and mouth moving up tothe stars and back down to his meal methodically. He desperately raced to try and finish his meal before Dream would get in the room. A hopeless feat to try and accomplish.
The blonde man walked gracefully past him; staying silent as he opened the fridge, pulling out a soda and a hot pocket. He took off the wrapping and put it on a place to heat up. Cracking the can open and swallowing some of the cool liquid, holding it as he moved to the cabinets for a plate.
Sapnap kept his face down as the hum of the microwave floated through the room, filling his ears. Soon the hum was silenced and replaced with the loud, obnoxious beeping that came every time the machine finished. Dream pushed the button on the black box to pop it open, letting the scent of the hot pocket waft through the air. Dream grabbed the plate and started walking back up to his room, drink in hand. His feet thumping against the floor softly as he lured Patches back up with him.
Sapnap sighed once he was sure the other was out of range.
He really didn’t even acknowledge that he existed. Did he mean nothing to his best friend of nearly a decade! Well . . . Could even really be a friend at this point?
The brunet threw his empty tray in the trash and sat back at his stool. His head in his hands as his fingers tried to calm him down by rubbing into his scalp. Thoughts raced in his head.
‘Leave’
’He doesn’t want you’ ’
You’re wasting your time’
’Give up’
‘You. Are. Nothing.’
Slowly his checks started to turn red. His breaths were repressed as he tried to hold back his sobs. Face melting away from his hands to fall onto the cold marble. It soothed his skin, but seared him at the same time. The cold marble table that he thought he and Dream would eat at every night had become his own place to mope and wallow in his own sorrows.
Silence tears rolled down his face, his face heating up exponentially more as he squeezed his eyes shut to block the world out. His breaths turned into uneven gasps as he finally let loose what he had been holding in from the past week. His composure fading away with every second he tried to sustain his calm attitude, so he finally just said fuck it. He stood and walked to the door. Grabbing his keys and slamming the door behind him, hoodie pulled up over his head to try and hide his messed up and sobfilled expression.
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He gripped the steering wheel as hard as he could, not bothering with music. Speeding like a maniac. He drove to the place most people go when life isn’t going great. He pulled into the parking lot of the club.
‘The Sugar Ball’ plastered on the sign above his head in neon lights. He showed his id at the door, walking into the building. He saw the stage with pink lights, but gravitated towards the bar first to wash away any memory he would have later of this god-forsaken place. He took multiple shots and downing a bear within his first half an hour. The barkeep started up a conversation with Sapnap who was clearly not a regular, but managed to do shot after shot with no reaction.
“So what brings you around a place like this?”
“None of your fucking business.” Sapnap spat back, eyes glaring at the bartenders’s icey blue eyes to fuck off as he guarded his drink why swallowing the last of it and threw his fingers up to signal another round of the spiteful liquid.
The barkeep, ignoring his threats and tone pressed forward. “If you want another drink you are going to tell me what is upsetting you, or I just might cut you off.” His voice was firm.
The bartender wore a black waistcoat with a white button down shirt with the first few buttons undone. A gold chain dangling around his chest. A light dust of blonde covered his chin. Sapnap had no interest in whatever the hell he looked like, he only knew the features because it was what he saw between swigs and shots.
“What are you? My Mother? Leave me alone dude.” Sapnap grumbled back. He debated leaving and just watching the stage; more than 23 of the other vististors seemed to be enthroned with why wouldn't he? The stage had staff swinging along the poles that downed the floor as onlookers hollered and threw money their way. He scoffed, he really had no interest with the anger bubbling in his heart.
“Alright then. You’re done here.” The barkeep did not get Sapnap any more beer, rather moving to talk to the other customers that dawned the stools at the bar.
As he sat at the bar, Sapnap's mind wandered back to the blonde man he lived with. The stool he sat on was much the same to the one back home. It was a black leather that could swivel, but instead of being a comforting add on to the furniture it made Sapnap frown. He slumped down to rest his head in the palm of his hands. Sapnap signed into the musty club air that thumped with music and screams and howlers. ‘Maybe it is me’ he thought to himself. Everyone he came across was irritated or annoyed by him. Sapnap slumped down to cradle his head in between his elbows.
“Sure you don’t want to talk about it. You look like he just got dumped.” It was the bartender.
“And what would talking about it do but make me more upset. It means I have to remember it.” Sapnap mumbled his response into his arms. He really shouldn't be trusting a stranger with any of his burdens or problems, but Dream sure as hell wasn’t going to do that for him and the barkeep was offering so . . .
"So you did get dumped?"
"Shut the fuck up. . . and I didn't you asshat." Sapnap spat at him, not moving from his position his head cerently laid in his arms.
“Well, drinking until you get memory loss isn’t going to solve anything either.” the barkeep crossed his arms, staring down at Sapnap even though he couldn’t see.
Sapnap grumbled into his arms before pulling up. “Then what am I supposed to do? Wouldn't drinking be better for business anyway? Why are you trying to help me?” He sighed again as he finished his sentence, playing with the shot glasses that now lay empty in front of him.
The bartender pulled the glasses away from Sapnap one by one as he talked, making Sapnap look up at him or look awkwardly to the side. “First thing, I can’t help you till you tell me what’s wrong.”
He pulled a glass down. “Second, I’m not someone who will willingly give you alcohol poisoning.”
He pulled another down. “Third, I work here because no one else would give a shit what happens to someone like you, but I would rather have a clear continuous and make sure you get home safe rather than let you die. Now tell me what’s wrong. ”
The barkeep pulled the beer bottles down last and washed the glasses in the sink, still making eye contact with the brunet. Sapnap stared into the man’s blue eyes. The pink reflections of his eyes drawing Sapnap closer into him. “It’s a long story.”
“I don’t get off for another hour. I have plenty of time.” The blonde smiled at Sapnap, making him feel comfortable in the presence of a complete stranger, it was weird. But he loved the feeling.
“Well. I moved up here from Texas to live with one of his friends. He- he and I were close friends online beforehand so I thought it would be fun. When I got here it was pretty normal. He acted the same, but recently he has been ignoring me." Sapnap lets out a sigh as the stabs of betrayal and confusion go for his heart.
"He doesn’t even say hi to me. He leaves when I enter the same room and he doesn’t even check on me.” Sapnap’s mouth grimaced into one of anger, but it softened again as the voices in his head made their opinions known once again. “But at this point I can’t even call him a friend and I want to go home. I-I feel like I’m wasting my time. I’m nothing to him so- never mind- I’m sorry. I-”
The barkeep silenced him before he could continue. “Never be sorry for how you feel. Have you tried talking to him about it? I mean- he does seem like a dick for ignoring you- but people get into slumps where they just feel like shit and barely have the energy to move, you know? It could just me one of those moments.” He ran a rag along the inside of the shot glasses, stacking them back up to put on the wall when they were clean.
Sapnap looked down to pick at his fingers, contemplating the advice given to him. At a loss for a sense of direction, he said the line that every cheesy move plays. “What would you do?”
“Well, I would just get straight to the point.” The barkeep turned around to stack the glasses, and placed the rag in the basket that was slickly hidden under the racks.
Sapnap snaked his eyes up as he heard his voice fade farther. He saw him stretch his arm to place the glasses on the top shelf, his feet not lifting off of the ground as he did so. He was tall. His waist was cinched by tight black pants that accentuated every curve the man had to offer. He blinked away and looked back down to his hands in guilt. Get your mind out of the gutter Sap, he's just tryin ot help you-
“I would ask him why he was ignoring me.” The blonde extended his arms so that he could hold himself on his side of the bar, a more comfortable position for the blonde; once more at eye-level with the brunette. “Maybe ask how he’s doing? Or really just push for any answer. If he doesn’t seem to care. . . I would leave. Personally I'm not going to waste my time on someone who isn’t putting in any effort to caring for me. There are plenty of people who are out there who will, so don't waste it on a 'what if' y'know.”
Sapnap pondered the bartender's words. He was right, there were millions of billions of people in this world that he could use his time on. Yet. He still wanted the freckled blonde. He loved him more than anyone else in his life. He loved his laugh that would fade into wheezes, his stature that loomed over him, his strong arms that could cage him in a tight hug, his lips that could crack a smile at all of his jokes- even the unfunny ones. Sapnap missed that Dream. His Dream.
“Well . . . he means more to me than just a friend. I’ve known him for almost a decade, I haven’t wasted all that time on him. I loved the time we spent together. I just- I want him to want me back. I want to go back to the way he used to be. I don’t want to ‘fix’ him.” Sapnap made air quotes with his fingers.
“Fair enough.” Those two simple words gave everything and nothing to Sapnap. The realisation that he wasn't crazy for thinking the way he was, and the crashing sensation that the bartender had no solution for him and his situation.
“I haven’t been in that place before. I don’t have a lot of friends to begin with, I can’t imagine losing someone you’ve known for a decade. That’s like losing your sibling. I’m sorry that you are in such a shit situation dude, but I don’t think I can help you anymore than I've given.”
Sapnap nodded. He let his head slip down back into his elbows, signing loudly. Fuck.
The barkeep pushes a shot towards the brunette with a tall glass of water next to it. “On the house. You need the water, and I feel bad for you man. The only thing I can offer is a distraction.”
Sapnap looked up to the blonde bartender in front of him. He offered a warm smile, his eyebrows pinched in a face that could only be described as unlimited empathy and solidarity. Sapnap looked down to the water.
“Thank you.” He swigged down the water within a few minutes. Then the shot, followed by another big wave of water. His stomach pounded with the sheer amount of liquid he held. Sapnap had a decently high tolerance for alcohol. He didn’t love it, but it was something to do, and oftentimes it made him forget whatever made him want to drink in the first place. That was why he came here. Seems like that won’t work out as well as he thought as he sits at the bar talking about his roommate to a stranger he hasn’t even asked the name of.
What is his name? “What’s your name?” Sapnap asks, his curiosity peacking at the all-too-kind blonde before him.
“Punz. You?” The bar- Punz- took the now empty glass of water and refilled it, placing it back onto the counter with a small click as he awaited the brunette’s answer.
“Sapnap. Thanks Punz, for listening to me mope. Sorry.” Sapnap smiled at Punz.
Punz rolled up his sleeves. “Not at all. . . Sapnap. You up for that distraction?”
“Thought you got off in an hour?” Sapnap questioned.
"Eh- You seem more important than most of the regulars that drop by, they'll be fine." Punz reasured as he moved to the door of the bar.
"If you say so, I would love a distraction right now." Sapnap begged as the blonde made his way around to meet the brunette. Before taking Sapnap to whatever distraction he was offering, Punz clocking out. “Right this way then.”
Sapnap followed Punz to the staff only door, hesitating. “You sure I should go back there?”
“You’re with me so no one really would bat an eye. Plus, most of the time staff sneak people back here for. . . less than modest acts anyways, no one will interupt.” Punz smirked looking back at Sapnap as he commented on his place of work.
The brunette giggled. “Wow, really charming place.”
Punz turned back around, walking to one of the doors that had the number '3' on it. “I didn’t drag you into this club Sapnap, you can leave at anytime.” The excess use of the brunette's name was starting to make him feel flustered. “If you didn’t want to, you didn’t have to follow me, and a distraction doesn't have to be anythin sexual, we can play Uno or something-"
Sapnap scoffed at the offer. "Sure, like I would trust Uno cards in a strip club, how many disease are on those cards?"
Punz shrugged. "To be fair, sex works need more praise for the shit they do. They deal with all sorts of people, mostly assholes who only see them as objects. So coming back here to chill and play uno or getting paid to feel good is basically the dream.” Dream-
Punz unlocked the door with a key and pushed it open. Pushing him and Sapnap in.
Sapnap shook his head out of his thoughts. “That makes sense. All of them are far more flexible than me so they obviously have to work for this.” He looked around the room. The posters on the wall were from playboy magazines and depicted men and women alike. There was a hark coloured couch that stretched all along the walls. Pull out sections making an ‘L’ shape. A glow of pink red light dawned the entire room. A pole touching ceiling to floor enticed Sapnap as he walked a little closer to it.
“Oh come on, you are definitely flexible. I mean- you’re skinny and buff so you have the muscles for something like this.” Punz gestured lazily towards the pole.
Oh- well- it did look fun to try- but- he had no idea what he was doing. He would surely break something! “Well I can’t prove you wrong if I don’t know what to do.” Sapnap scratched the back of his neck, nerves building as a light shade of pink blossomed onto his face, covering his ears; unnoticeable under the lighting.
Punz stepped closer to him. His black dress shoes clomped along the floor as he did so. “Well, there are other ways to tell if you’re flexible. . .” Punz looked into Sapnap's eyes and sneaked a peak lower.
Sapnap cocked his head to the side, a smirk crawling onto his face, “And in what way would that be?” He ran his right hand over the blonde’s shoulder, racking over his chest to then snake back to his face when 'Sky' by Playboi Carti rang through his ears.
Punz stepped closer, remote in his pocket as he turned the music on just the little bit higher He made Sapnap press flush up against the pole. He pulled his hands from his pockets; letting them hover over Sapnap's waist, but not quite touching them yet.
“Like this.” Punz picked up Sapnap by the back of his thighs, swiftly maneuvering him to the part of the couch that stuck out. The brunette's head thumped onto the pillows as he let out a small huff. If he was blushing before, he was practically changing colours at this point.
Punz smirked as he pulled Sapnap’s legs over his shoulders, making him only a few centimetres away from brushing against his lips. Sapnap intertwined his ankles behind Punz’s neck, his eyes dancing in the lustful glow of Punz’s icy blues, his mouth falling open.
“Told you.” Punz taunted as he let his hands slip away from the smaller’s thighs, laughing breathy when he realised that Sapnap still had his ankles tied behind his neck. “Be a good boy and let go of me.” Punz taunted.
Little did he know . . .
Sapnap tightened his ankles together and dug them into the small of Punz’s back, earning a soft grunt and an annoyed glance from Punz as he fell forward, grinding into Sapnap; the brunette chuckling at the action. “Shouldn’t a strong man like you be able to get me off of you easily?” Sapnap taunted, picking up Punz’s jaw in his right hand.
He let his hands run over the light dusting of blonde hair that dawned his chin. He smiled down at his lips, then back up to Punz’s eyes that had gotten darker with lust over the course of the past few moments.
“Maybe I don’t want to.” Punz said breathy, hot air brushing over Sapnap’s already heated cheeks. Sapnap chuckled more-less to himself. “You’re such an idiot.” he rolled his eyes at the end, his smile facing away from Punz to try and hide how flustered he really was.
Punz clasped his jaw in his hands, running his thumb over Sapnap’s bottom lip, bringing the brunette's attention back to the man looming over him. “I’ll be whatever you wish he could do to you.” a lustful grin spread across his lips as he leaned in.
Jesuse Christ Sapnap was going to die if Punz cash in on that promise-
Sapnap’s hand moved from Punz's jaw to the back of his neck, tightening at the roots of his hair; pulling him closer. After controlling the blonde strands, he smiled into the feeling of the warm and already swollen lips of the bartender. He closed his eyes, letting the pleasure wash over him as Punz slipped into his grasp and turned to pin him down to the couch so he had more leverage. Sapnap never retaliated, rather adjusting to his punches he threw and find his way around.
Punz and Sapnap alike left purple and red marks to bloom far past daylight all over one another’s bodies. Whines, moans, and even towards the end, screams were heard from the private room the two shared.
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Night broke into day and Sapnap awoke in an unknown place. He tried to hoist himself up as quickly as he could, fearing what had happened to himself, only to be reminded what exactly happened with the massive hangover that stabbed at his temples. Oh and the hot blonde he managed to find and get railed by until he was a moaning mess and- OH- All the memories are flooding back-
He patted his legs, finding that he was in only a pair of boxers. Great-
All of Sapnap’s shifting had awoken the man to his side. Punz’s hands wrapping tighter around Sapnap’s waist alerted him to this fact at the,“g’ morning” that followed.
“Morning. Where did you put my clothes?” Sapnap asked, lightly frozen in fear of brushing up against something he shouldn’t. His drunken self being much more confident than the slightly sober and sleep deprived person he was in the present.
Punz yawned into Sapnap’s side, releasing his tight grasp. “I thought I’d wash them since they were pretty. . . messy.” Punz and Sapnap shared a soft laugh for a moment before fear washed over Sapnap again.
Punz pulled him into a kiss. Now Sapnap was no man to turn down a kiss from the blonde, yet somehow, he felt like he was doing something wrong by even thinking of leaning into it. He let it happen, not putting any more effort than what was given and trying his hardest not to pull himself back into the comforting heat of the bed below him.
Sapnap sat up in the king sized bed moving to stand up and stretch before grabbing his shit and heading out to do the walk of shame home. “My friend is going to flip his shit if I’m not home soon-” he tried to make a good excuse for his departure even if his brain was fighting the opinions of never leaving and never remembering this at all.
“Not much of a friend to ignore you, but I hope you can work it out. I’ll get you breakfast if you want me to drive you. Laundry room is at the end of the room.” Punz rubbed his eye, sitting up as well.
Sapnap didn’t need this. Any of this. Punz was being far too kind for a man that was just using him. But since Sapnap did care for the blonde still, he agreed to both offers and the navigation.
Punz bounded down the stairs and played music in the kitchen as the smell of food filled the house. Sapnap walked to the end of the hall where a door opened to the two laundry machines beyond. He opened the dryer to retrieve his clothes, all nice and warm for him. Waiting. He sighed and moved to the bathroom across the hall from Punz’s room. Making himself at home as he used the restroom, brushed his hair and pulled his clothes on. He had yet to notice it before, but he was wearing Punz’s boxers. Oop- not getting that back now-
Sapnap opened the door and the smell of bacon was heavy in the air. He breathed in the intoxicating aroma as he lingered in the hallway and slowly started his descension into the kitchen.
Hearing the floorboard strain against the weight of Sapnap, Punz turned the music down as he started a normal conversation. “Made the bacon, eat at your own risk. I like mine hella crispy so sue me. How do you want your eggs?”
Punz cracked an egg onto the searing pan below.
“Scrambled will be fine thank you. I also took your underwear so- sorry about that.” Sapnap sat at the chair that was near the island in the center of the room. Directly behind the stove where Punz stood guard.
“Don’t worry about it, kitten.”
If Sapnap had drunk something at that moment he would have choked, instead his eyes widened and became a babbling mess at the simple pet name. “I- umm- o-okay. Are you- I mean- am- is this- How are you?” Sapnap internally screamed at himself for being so awkward and obviously flustered.
Punz laughed along at Sapnap’s horrible attempt of small talk. “Good. Are you sore?”
Sapnap had not wanted to mention the pain in his ass and hurt his pride more. “Nope. All good over here. Thanks for breakfast.”
Punz plated the eggs and handed it over to Sapnap, reaching easily across the island and grazing his hand as he pulled back. Punz wiggled his eyebrows before returning. “We can go whenever you want, I don’t have a shift until 6 so it’s all good. And no worries for the food. Sorry if it’s a bit watery or whatever, I’m not used to cooking for someone other than me.”
Sapnap had gotten so lucky. He had Punz, a man who was handsome and kind and offered his assistance at the lightest notification. Yet. Still, he managed to fall for the man who had refused to talk to him, the man who would never love him like Punz could . “No, it’s really good. Do you mind if we go after this though, I don’t want to get any weird looks from the neighbours.” Yet again another cover up of his love and admiration for the blonde that didn’t feel the same. Sapnap only wanted to go back because he was at a loss as to what to do other than that. He still longed to see Dream even if it was for brief moments or split seconds.
Punz nodded his head. “No problem, and here.” Punz lifted a scrap of paper into his view. Sapnap set the now empty plate down to look at the note. ‘Punz: (XXX) XXX - XXXX’ Sapnap’s throat stalled for air looking at Punz's face and back to the paper.
“You can call or just text any time. As a friend or anything else.”
Punz was too good for Sapnap. He deserved someone who actually could and would love him. He was using him. Guild and anger pooled into Sapnap’s stomach as his thoughts yelled at him. “Thanks. That’s really nice of you. You driving?”
“Sure thing puppy.” there is that name again. That name made Sapnap’s stomach do back-flips.
They both piled into the car listening to music from the local radio and not talking. It was surprisingly not as awkward as a one night stand dropping you off could have been. Punz unlocked his car door and let Sapnap slide out of the car. Not without leaving a kiss to his already bruised lips though-
Sapnap walked up the concrete driveway and along the stairs that lead to the front door. He dug through his jacket pocket trying to find his keys. He found his phone and then the keys which he slid into the lock. After a few clicks, he opened the door with a little shove, a squeak alerting everyone of his arrival. He looked at his phone which had numerous text messages, calls, and other from multiple people. 1:37 read at the top of the screen. Jesus Christ his sleep schedule was surly fucked after this.
Sapnap dropped his jacket off on one of the many hooks that rested on the wall. Not giving much attention to the new abundance of coats. Dropping his keys back into the pocket and giving his phone back his attention. You have 34 new messages. He quickly sorted through them. A few from his manager talking about upcoming projects and income, the usual for someone like Sapnap. There were a few from George, Karl, and Quackity, asking about stream schedules and if he wanted to ‘join vc.’ He let a long breath longer in the air.
Nothing from Dream. . .
He didn’t even tell him he was leaving and he wasn’t concerned at all. . .