𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙚

                                    

                                          

I could hear quackity screaming through Nick's headset that he abandoned on his desk. "Is that Big Q screaming like that?" I ask and laugh. I pick up his headset and put them on. "STOP SCREAMING BIG Q," I yell into his mic. "Sorry bout that chat." 
                          
"You're seriously here!!" He says excitedly. I stop smiling and put on the most serious face I can. I put my hand on his shoulder and look him dead in the eyes. "No, wake up Nick. It's been a month. Please, they're all worried. You have to let go. I'm not here." His smile drops. "What the hell?" I move my hand and burst out laughing. "PFTT- I-I'm sorry," I apologize. "That was so incredibly rude, Cloud." 
                          
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I laugh more. "I'm so hurt." He whines and wipes a fake tear. "You should be hurt, shortie." I laugh. "Short?? SHORT?" He yells, surprised. "Yes, short." I say again. Nick's face is full of shock. He's got his hand elevated comparing our height. I was about 2 inches taller than him. "WHAT THE HELL? HOW TALL ARE YOU??" He yells, still comparing out heights. "Uhhh, 5'11" and a half?" I say.  "This isn't fair!" He whines. "Did you come here just to torment me? Fuckin Beanstalk Bitch?!" I laugh more, practically wheezing. 
                          
"I would never! I-Im sorry! I'm just here to deliver your gift," I say, walking to the door and grabbing the bag. "Just for a gift? You drove eight hours to deliver a gift?" I hand him the birthday bag and grin. "It's not my birthday?" He says. "It's just a bag dude. And I came to visit my bestie." 
                          
"You're so nice!" He says as he takes the sweatshirt I bought out of the bag. "I am." I say. "Well i'm still live," He says pointing at his computer. "Yeah yeah, go ahead. I'll watch from here." I say. I sit down on the floor at the foot of his bed. "You can sit up there you know." He says gesturing to the bed. "It's so messyyy," I whine. "Just move the stuff!" He says. "No! I don't know where your stuff has been!" I yell. 
                          
"Did you just call me dirty?" He says, sounding offended. I pick up one of his sweatshirts and throw it at him. "Yes. That's what you get for calling me beanstalk bitch." I say. He throws me the middle finger and goes back to playing. 
                          
About 30 minutes later he ends his stream. "What cool places are there to hang in Texas?" I ask Sapnap. "Well we've got a zoo? Or the space center?" He says. "Those sound like date places, so no. You wanna go eat?" I ask . "Alright." 
                          
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I let Sapnap drive my car since I don't know my way around. He pulls into a canes parking lot and parks. "Everywhere there is to go, you choose canes?" I ask. "Yes ma'am. This shit be bussin."  he grins. He ain't lying, but canes? Pop off i guess. 
                          
"One time I came here and they put hot sauce in my bag, and I didn't even ask." I say as we get out of the car. "That's good isn't it?" He asks. "No. I wanted to say 'is it because i'm black?' but i didn't. They've never done that, so why'd they do it that day?" I continue. "Uh-" (a/n: true story btw) "Hot sauce is disgusting, and who puts hot sauce on chicken tenders. Well i guess a lot of people do, but KFC don't even put hot sauce in the bag, you gotta ask." I finish my little rant and look at sapnap. He had stopped walking and was cackling. 
                          
"What's so fucking funny?" I ask. "Y-You are!" He says in between breaths. "I didn't any anything funny dude chill out." I laugh. "A-alright, i'm good now. Let's go." He says as he calms down. "Good, i'm hungry. Driving for 8 hours and only having chips and a gas station hotdog really ain't it." I say as we approached the door. 
                          
We order our food and sit down. "So how long are you up here?" Sapnap asks. "I'm leaving Wednesday morning, " I say. "Aw just two days? why so soon?" He asks. "Christmas is friday dude." "It's saturday." "Christmas is saturday dude. Maybe after new years all of us can meet up." I suggest. "Like me, you, George, and Dream?" He asks. "No, me, you, Karl, and Quackity," I say and roll my eyes. "No need to get sarcastic. I'd be down, it's gonna take some convincing for the others." He says. "I'm sure Dream would come, George would probably sleep through his flight though."