Speechless (Karlnap)

~Chapter 3~

Karl P.O.V

I felt someone approach me. I looked up from my work and saw it was the person from the bus this morning. Now that he was in front of me, I could see how tall he was, he must have been like 2 feet taller than me. Jschaltt looked like he towered over him, but he was still pretty tall. He had brown hair and bright green eyes that seem to radiate.

What did he want? why was he back here? He just stood there for what seemed like forever, looking around at everything but me.

"Is this uh.....can I sit here?" he asked finally, gesturing to the empty seat next to me. I hesitated: no one has ever willingly sat next to me. I nodded slightly, then returned my attention to my work, but it became hard to focus.

Sapnap P.O.V

I sat down slowly, unsure of what to do; I didn't think that I would make it this far. Suddenly I remembered the paper thing I was going to try.

I reached over into my bag, pulling out my notebook and opening to a clean page near the back. I scribbled my message on the paper: 

Hi, my name is nick, but everyone calls me sapnap.

After I was done, I slowly passed him the notebook. As soon as it reached his desk, I reached into my bag again and got out my classwork to look busy. Didn't want to look weird.

Karl P.O.V

I looked at the notebook that was placed on my desk with curiosity. I picked it up and read the note, then looked over at him. He was absorbed in the class work scattered over the desk. I put the notebook down and wrote a response, then set the notebook gingerly on the corner of his desk, as he did to mine.

Sapnap P.O.V

I watched while holding my breath as karl looked at my note to him, I saw him look at me and I went stiff. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he wrote a response, and returned my notebook. I took it and read what he wrote:

Hi sapnap, I'm karl. I want to say thank you for you know

...sticking up for me on the bus

I look up at him and respond

"Yeah no problem, that is just Jshlatt being a dick."

Karl looked up to face me, stopping mid sentence in the classwork. A small smile in his face as he nodded in agreement. He gestured to my notebook and held his hands out. I surrendered my notebook to him, and he set it down and scribbled something else. He turned the notebook so I could read what he wrote.

"I figured as much, I'm used to it"

I felt a twinge of sadness: He is used to that. I then though where else he has endured bullying like that.

"Did you get bullied at your old school? Is that why did you transfer here in the first place?" I asked him

He turned the notebook, scribbled something, and turned it back to me, pointing at what he wrote

"Yeah, I've been bullied since I was a kid, this is the third school I've had to transfer to."

"Oh, that's awful I'm sorry. What about your friends at your old school, do you miss them?" I asked

He hesitated for a minute, then slowly wrote out a response

"I don't really have any. I've always been the odd man out. You are really the first person that has stood up for me"

"oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Yeah, Jschlatt always picks on kids, but this time he crossed a line." Just the though of Jschlatt made me pissed. I decided to change the subject.

"So, do you know what your song is going to be about?" I asked.

Karl leaned away and pulled out a notebook from his bag and flipped through it; it was purple with a single green box spiral on it. After he found what he wanted, he bent the spine of the notebook and handed it to me. It was full of song lyrics, written in no particular order. It was actually funny: he seemed so neat and tidy, but his writing looked kind of like a crack head wrote it. I looked closer at the words and was taken aback: they were actually very intimate. They featured personal things like bullying, sadness, loneliness and such.

"Wow, these are....really detailed" I say shocked

He quickly scribbled a response on my notebook

"Yeah, I write what I feel. Writing helps express what I cannot say, so what about you?"

I looked up at Karl, who was sitting patiently, facing me fully now. 

"I haven't figured it out yet. Normally dream helps me with that"

He scribbled again "Is that your friend from the bus?"

"yeah, here Ill introduce you" I say and turn to call for dream

"Dream!...DrEam!....ugh son of a bitch DREAM!" I called annoyed

Dream looked up and looked around until his eyes landed on me and I gestured for him to come over here. he got up and started to walk over. 

"What's up?" dream asked

"Hey, I just wanted to introduce you to my new friend Karl. Karl, this is my friend dream, we've been friends for years"

"Sup" dream said looking over to karl

Karl P.O.V 

Friend...he called me his friend. No one has ever called me their friend before.

No Ones's P.O.V

"Okay clase that is it for today, fix your desks and put them back how they were por favor and you may leave when the bell rings"

dream heard this and ran over to his desk to get his things together while sapnap and karl sat idle. 

"Hey the bell is gonna ring, come on! I want to be first in line for taco Tuesday!"Dream spouted from his desk as he packed his things.

Sapnap laughed at his friend while Karl smiled sweetly. Sapnap them stood up and started to pack his things and sling his backpack over his shoulder while Karl slowly got his things together. Sapnap looked back and saw that karl was still getting his things, and stopped walking. He looked over at dream who was waiting impatiently by the front door, "go, ill meet you" he mouthed silently to dream, who nodded and darted to get his tacos.

Sapnap walked over to karl and waited. Karl noticed him and stopped to look at him, a confused and questioning look on his face. 

"Well, you did think I was going to let my new friend sit alone at lunch did you" sapnap joked

Karl's expression changed to one of hope. Sapnap laughed at this, and gestured toward the door

"Now come one, dream is getting a table"

Karl nodded and quickly packed up his things and joined sapnap.

"AYYYYYYEEEE, Karl you made a friend" Mr. quackity chimed in from his desk

Karl looked over and nodded proudly. 

"That's what I like to see! Now hurry up and leave so I can lock up for lunch. Yo nessicito los TACOS!"

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Highkey think that quakity would make an awesome music teacher.