Karl Jacobs was leaning on his friend, red cup in hand, laughing happily. Sapnap didn’t know him then, didn’t know his name or anything about him, except his laugh and smile and purple sweater. He sat up, struggling to balance. Dream’s laughter cut through, interrupting Karl in Sapnap’s mind, and he clumsily hit Dream on the mouth to shut up.
“What is it?” Dream asked, grabbing Sapnap’s shoulder to keep him up.
“Pretty,” Sapnap said.
Sapnap has never been very good at love, never had the best luck. But then he follows his friend to college, drinks himself into oblivion, and falls in love with Karl Jacobs with the pretty sweaters and prettier eyes, and just won't leave Sapnap alone.
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02 Mar 2021