Under The Stars - R!Quacksel (F)

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Aksel's pov

It was late, around 11:30 when he texted me.

hey lets go to the beach - my idiot

What the..?

I guess we can go tomorrow, yeah - Aksel

no i mean like now! - my idiot

Alex it's 11 at night - Aksel

i know that dumbass i wanna go star gazing - my idiot

Sigh, whatever, am I picking you up? - Aksel

Your parents are gonna be upset you know - Aksel

nah theyre out tonight - my idiot

This late? - Aksel

yeah, they went to some sort of meeting party thingy - my idiot

cmon! i wanna go!! - my idiot

Well, this is gonna be different.

<><> time skip cuz im lazy af <><>

I pulled up to his house and walked up to the door, my tail curled up behind me.

Just before I could knock the door swung open, a very excited looking Alex standing there.

"Hi." I said casually.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his feathers ruffled.

He had a beach bag on his shoulder, his fins fanned wide.

"Yup, let's go."

We hopped in the car and immediately Alex turned on the radio, blasting Barbie Girl.

"Aksel what the fuck" 

My cheeks burned as I stuttered to explain.

"Fucking Kwite!" It was in fact Kwite who left the freaking thing on, as his voice replaced Ken's.

Alex burst out laughing, turning down the music a bit and pulled out a blocky thing with a clip on the back.

"What is that??" I asked, making a sharp left turn.

"Mp3 player?" He said, plugging it into the AUXILIARY INPUT.

Suddenly we were no longer listening to Barbie Girl and was listening to Toxic by Britney Spears.

"Really?" I asked, coming to a stop at a light.

"dun dun dun.. WITH A TASTE OF YOUR LIPS ON MI-INE!" Alex began to.. sing?

His singing was awful and it caused me to break out into hysterics.

"C'mon! Sing with me!" Alex begged.

I sighed. Fine.

"You're toxic I'm slipping under!" I sung, actually trying to put some effort into it.

We both terribly sung til the end, Alex giggling away with the occasional quack.

"That, was amazing." He said, slightly out of breath.

The next song that played was Eastside.

Alex hummed along to the song, reaching his hand over to the center console, grabbing at my shirt.

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