Technically, my first kiss was with Karl. Alright, bare with me here, I know that might've come off pretty strong and out of the blue, but I promise there's a point to this. Freshman year, Karl and Sapnap were my closest friends. Actual friends. They were how I ended up with the crowd I did, and I really didn't mind it at the time.

Dream was a sophomore and was yet to be known as the team mascot/resident douchebag, and I'd known both Karl and Sapnap before we went to highschool, so I trusted their judgement. At the time, all three of us were very flirty with each other. "As a joke", of course. I don't remember the exact events that lead up to it, but I know it was some kind of strange, pointless bet. But I'd been genuinely wanting to do it for a while at that point.

He was so warm. Karl was always bubbly and personable, he created a fun atmosphere wherever he went. It was no wonder it felt just the same to kiss him. At that moment, I couldn't have been happier. But one thing was obvious to me;he was doing it for the bit, whereas I was doing it "for the bit".

I don't remember how it happened, but at some point down the road, we started dating. That was around the same time I- well- to put it lightly- met Techno. He was probably the main reason why I ended up closing myself off so much. I guess there's really no other way to phrase it other than that he was a huge bully. Saying that makes me feel like I'm in elementary school, it feels petty. But it wasn't always petty. I actually preferred it when it was.

I don't wanna get into detail, mostly for my own sake, but it made me cling to Karl for dear life. I guarantee he got sick of my clinginess fast, but he was the only one who didn't treat me like a joke whenever I brought it up. So I got all hung up on him. I viewed him as the most perfect and most kind person I knew. I thought so highly of him.

And then I found out he was dating Sapnap too. For the record I hate this sort of drama, especially relationship drama, I hate to be involved, it feels counterproductive. So I came up with every excuse for Karl that I could. I convinced myself it wasn't a problem and he still loved me and it was just a small mistake.

He left me shortly after.

I think that was around the end of the year. I didn't talk to any of my friends over the summer, and I spent the beginning of the next year mostly silent. I guess that was kind of my lowest point. Thankfully, about mid-way through sophomore year, Techno gave up on tormenting me and left me alone. After that I only saw him from a distance, he never talked to me again. I think that did help me a lot.

Although I was still pretty quiet. I guess that my little group got used to my silence, because they mostly just talked around me and occasionally about me. Rarely ever to me. Which might've been part of the reason why Dream was so surprised when I left. I had been complacently doing and saying nothing, following them around like a helpless puppy for over a year now. I guess it was a bit unexpected when I got up and went to sit with Wilbur, of all people.

But I still had no idea why he had started talking to me, smiling at me, acting like we were the best of friends. And I was even more confused when he approached me at my locker, maybe even a little frightened by what could've triggered him to do so.

"Hey Quackity!" His cheery tone was sickeningly sweet, like shitty artificially flavored candy. He leaned his hand against the metal locker next to mine, making a loud crash sound.

"Hi." I mumbled emotionlessly as I slammed my locker door shut.

"I've been meaning to ask you," he knew that was plenty enough to get me to stay a little longer. "Why'd you move tables?" I shrugged.

"Felt like it. Why?"

"Well, you know," he leaned down and lowered his voice. I couldn't tell you why. "That boy with the brown hair, Wilbur, he's Techno's brother." I raised an eyebrow, I really didn't know what he was getting at.

"...and?"

And then I remembered he and Techno's petty ass sports rivalry that I couldn't give a shit about.

"Well I'm just saying," he stood up straight once again and slapped a fake grin across his face. "If you're associating with Techno, I don't think we can be friends anymore."

What? Was that supposed to be a threat? Was that supposed to scare me into sitting with him again or something?

"...what?"

"So you can come back to our table if you want," he deliberately avoided my question. "But, uh, y'know."

"I'm not friends with Techno though?"

"But you are friends with his brother, right?" I groaned. This was getting obnoxious fast. "Look, Quackity, it's nothing personal I swear, it's just keeping up appearances. So do you want to keep being friends or not?" I was so sick of him. He thought he was such a big shot, that he could convince anyone of anything with a single thinly veiled threat, no matter how stupid it was. I wasn't about to fall for that.

"Were we ever friends?"

His smug grin quickly faded.

"What?"

"We were never friends, were we?"

He glared at me. For a few seconds, all he did was glare at me. That was until we heard the bell.

"Fuck you and Techno both." And with that, I was off to class. I didn't look back to see his reaction. I didn't care. Did I say there was a point to my backstory dump? Oops.

I might've lied.