Too Good For This World
Thread Topic: Too Good For This World
i dont have to
its a daily desicion
"Karll," Nick said with a frown. "Did you?"
im gonna come in there
tickle you or something
Karl winced and shook his head slowly.
dont u dare
"Karll," Nick said sadly. "Why not?"
i think i might
Dream pocketed his phone and tip-toed down the hallway toward George's room.
"I don't know, I- I just couldn't," Karl mumbled.
George huffed, not bothering to reply since he knew there was no way to convince him otherwise. So, he jumped up and hid under the bed.
"You're not tired at all?" Nick asked. "Are you feeling okay?"
Clay smirked and opened George's door. He glanced around the room and at the bed, but didn't see him. "Geooooooorge-" He called softly. "Where are you?"
"I- I'm fine-" Karl lied again. Tears formed in his eyes and he kept his gaze on a spot on the floor.
George stayed quiet, clutching his phone in his hands and curling into a ball.
"Karl," Nick said with a frown, gently moving off of his boyfriend and standing over him. "Are you sure? Are you feeling sick?"
Dream smirked and made his voice way deeper. "Geooooooorge. C'mere George," He closed the door and walked around the bed.
"I'm f-fine," Karl repeated, whimpering. Tears overflowed and he wiped them away, but more instantly replaced them.
George blushed, staying silent.
"Karl, please talk to me," Nick said softly, wiping Karl's tears away.
"Where are you?" Clay's voice was still deeper, but he started singing instead of calling. "George, where are yoooouuuuu?"
Karl reluctantly met Nick's eyes. "I feel s-sick but not like- like that." His voice was barely above a whisper and his hands shook.
George ignored him, placing a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing.
"Like what?" Nick asked, speaking softly.
"Where could you possibly be?" Clay wondered aloud. He walked over to the closet and threw the door open. "Hmm... not in here-"
"Not l-like physically. But my- my anxiety is m-making me s-sick and my thoughts are getting rea- really bad-" Karl's voice broke and he sobbed.
George smothered a giggle, watching Dreams feet.
"Oh, Karl," Nick frowned, hugging the brunette. "I'm so sorry- can I do anything to help?"
CLay whirled around, hearing giggling behind him. "I heard that...where are you?"
"You- You are helping," Karl mumbled, relaxing a little. I thought he'd be mad...thank god he isn't mad. "I just can't sleep. That's not your fault or anything."
George smacked a hand over his mouth, not responding.
"I know, but it stinks and I wish I could help," Nick stated.
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