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After Bad got back up the hill, Sapnap gave him a slap on the back and laughed. “That was a real performance you gave out there” He said, Bad just shook his head before placing his helmet on the stack of books in the basket of his motorcycle.
“That was the typical interaction with the ultimate muffinhead” Bad said, pointing at an old, beat down, brown car driving out of the parking lot. “That, my friend, is your boyfriend's brother, '' Bad said, looking back at Sapnap with a ‘I told you so’ face. A look of shock spread across Sapnaps face. He shook his head, “There's no way,” He said, his thoughts going a mile a minute.
“Yeahhh” Bad said, stretching out the word. He patted Sapnap on the back, put his helmet back on and said his goodbyes to Sapnap before driving off.
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George drove into his driveway after dropping Skeppy off at his house. He took the keys out of the ignition and pressed his head onto his steering wheel. George let out a deep sigh before getting out of the car and going up the stairs that led to his front door. He walked in and threw his backpack on the floor, walking to his living room and throwing himself onto the couch.
He groaned into the soft cushions of the couch before getting up and walking up to his room. George opened his door and looked around the room, looking for the book he had started the day before.
He grabbed the book from off of his desk and went back downstairs to the couch he was on just a few minutes ago.
It had been what he assumed to be about 40 minutes before the door opened again to reveal his brother. He peeked over his book to see Karl throw his bag down and go upstairs, not saying a word. George rolled his eyes and put his focus back on the book in his hands.
Another 20 minutes passed by before the door opened again to reveal his father, the one and only Mr. Jacobs walked through the door with a decent size stack of mail in his hand. He was sorting through the pile before he walked over to George and loomed over him. After what felt like hours, he finally spoke up, "Hey Georgie, did you make anyone cry today?"
George looks up at his father and laughs. "No, not today, put it is only 3:35" George said, giving his dad a smile before looking back down at his book.
Loud, rush sounding, footsteps were heard and George rolled his eyes. Karl cheerfully went down the stairs and walked up to their father and greeted him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. George looked him up and down, rolling his eyes again, it was a habit at this point.
“Where have you been?” George challenged, raising his eyebrow at his brother who scowled at him. “Nowhere” Karl replied, glaring at him. George resisted the urge to strangle him right then and there, knowing exactly where he's been for the past 40-ish minutes.
Mr. Jacobs, who is still looking at the mail, gives a confused look at one specifically large envelope with the words “KINOKO” across it. “What is this? It says Kinoko?” Mr. Jacobs said, pulling the letter out of the pile and looking up at his two sons.
George's eye immediately widened at the name as he grabbed the large letter from his father and opened it, skimming through the three paragraph letter to find one statement, and he found it.
It is a pleasure for us to welcome George Jacobs into Kinoko Kingdom College.
He had gotten into his dream college. A squeal left his lips and jumped on the couch, looking over the same sentence over and over again. George was overwhelmed with both joy and excitement. His father was a different case, as he walked over to the couch he had a look of both confusion and astonishment on his face. George knew his decision to apply to Kinoko would not make his father happy, but he needed to have some control over his life decisions, and this was just the beginning.
“Uh, that's great honey, but isn't Kinoko on the other side of the country?” His father said. Spite was the prominent word in George's mind when he saw the expression on his fathers face. “That’s the best part, '' George said gleefully, trying to push every single button his father had. “Sweetie, I thought that we had agreed that you were going to L’manberg like I did.” He makes some very, how could George put it, ‘inspiring’ yelling noises to try and change George's mind. But George already knew what he wanted, and it was everything his father didn’t.
“No, that's what you had decided,” George said, finally sitting up on the couch and looking at his brother and father. He could tell that his father was getting more and more annoyed everytime George fought back, but that was George’s favorite part.
“Okay so what are you gonna do, just get up and leave?” His father questioned, raising his voice a little and flailing his arms in the air. “Let's hope so” Karl said, basking in the sweet idea of his brother finally leaving and the idea of what he can only believe is freedom.
George looked over at his brother and gave him the most spiteful look that he could muster. Suddenly, an amazing idea of revenge crossed through George's mind.
"Karl, why don't you tell dad who drove you home today" George said with a sweet, sweet smile on his face. Karls mouth opened in shock before it turned into a look of pure anger. Karl was about to offer a rebuttal before he saw his father's entire body freeze and decided to bottle up his words.
"Now George don't try to change the subject," Mr. Jacobs started before turning around to face his other son. "Who drove you home?" He said, with a very serious and hard looking facial expression on. Karl swallowed all of his pride and took a deep breath in, getting ready to get the scolding of his life.
"Well, You see, there's this boy," Karl started, he could feel his hands shaking slightly. He knew something like this was bound to happen, but he didn't prepare any kind of speech for when it did come.
"Who's a flaming imbecile," George interrupted, just trying to add fuel to a fire with a wide smile on his face. George knew that he had screwed Karl over this time, but he thought that it was deserved for the way he was acting.
"But I think he might ask me…" Karl knew he wouldn't get out of this one this time, so he just welcomed the rant that his father was about to go off on.
"I know what he is going to ask and you already know that the answer is no," Their father started before pointing at George and telling him that this pertains to him too. "We only have 2 rules in this house. Rule 1, no dating until you graduate and number 2, no dating until you graduate. That's all that I ask of you" He finished, or well that's what Karl hoped would be the end of it. "That's so unfair though" Karl complained, throwing his arms in the air. At this point, he didn't care about how deep the hole he dug himself was, he just wanted his father to stop talking.
"Do you want to know what's unfair? Today I had to give the news to a poor boy about all of the STDs that he has and do you know what he said to me" He said, looking between his two sons who were both rolling their eyes at him. George knew where this was going, because it was the same rant that they got every single time that something like dating was brought up.
"I'm a crackwhore who should've made my boyfriend get tested." Karl replied, you hear the venomous attitude spilling out of his words. Their father had a surprised look on his face and took a minute to process what his son just said. He simply shrugged his shoulders and his face turned into an expression of 'I mean, yeah'. "Close. He said, I should've listened to my father"
Protests were heard around the room from both sons. What they heard coming out of their fathers mouth was blasphemous, but he knew that. In unison, both of the boys rolled their eyes and spewed more protests. Out of everyone else, the two boys knew that their father was spewing bullshit.
"That's what she would've said if she wasn't so doped up" Their father smiled but the two boys were still not amused. "Can we talk about me for a second? I am the only person in the entire school who isn't dating" Karl whined. George's patience continued to fade with each whine and cry that came out of his brother's mouth. He crossed his arms over his chest, ready for another string of whines to come out of his mouth. "That's not true, your brother doesn't" Their father says, looking to George for some back up. George shrugged his shoulders, giving him the answer he wanted. "I don't intend too" There it was, the affirmation their father had been waiting on throughout this entire conversation. "And why's that" Mr. Jacobs added, pointing at Karl and waiting for George to back him up once again.
At this point, George had thought that his opinion had been stated more than he believed was needed. The flaming idiots at his school were much too out of his interest for him to even give them a second thought. So he thought he'd give his family a refresher. "Have you seen the unwashed buffoons that waltz around that courtyard?" He said, giving a disgusted look toward his father just so he knows that his point was seen by his father.
Karl groaned loudly, his body falling slightly as he threw his head up to look up at the ceiling. He turned to face his older brother "Where did you come from, planet loser?" He half yelled. At this point, Karl was ready for the entire conversation to be over. But with each word that comes out of his mouth, more fuel is added to the fire of his father.
"As opposed to the planet, look at me look at me" George said mockingly. Both of the boys knew that arguing was adding more and more fuel, but neither of them cared. All they cared about was winning. Winning this argument that, even though it ends, has never truly ended. It's always just been an ongoing competition between the Jacobs brothers on who can get the last word during the next rant that their father goes on.
"Okay, let's solve this problem here right now" Their father proposed. Both of the boys shot up and turned to look at him. The room got silent with anticipation. "Karl can date…" He started. Karl's face lit up while George was left looking upset. "When he does" He finishes after pointing at George. George was surprised that his father didn't succumb to his brother's consistent whining. He looked pleased with himself as he silently nodded his head slowly while the boys were left speechless. That didn't last long.
"He's a goblin! What if he never dates!?!?" Karl whined, pointing at his brother who simply rolled his eyes in return for his brother's behavior.
Their father gave another pleased expression. "That's great! I can finally be able to sleep at night without thinking about all the things my sons are getting into" He said clapping his hands. Another complaint was about to come out of Karls mouth before the pager in his fathers pocket started beeping indicating that he had work to do. He turned to George, telling him that they'll talk college later before storming out of the room, deaf to the complaints Karl was spewing as he left.
"Could you get one weirdo idiot to take you to one movie so that I can go on a date?" Karl asked. George felt repulsed at all of the whining that had gone on during the past 30 minutes. "I'm sorry. I guess you'll have to contain yourself around Alex "Eat Me" Quackity" George replied, the fake empathy was so apparent that he was proud of himself for the tone that he used.
Karl rolled his eyes. "You suck" He said to George, who was walking up the stairs back to his room. "You suck" He mocked, flipping off his brother before making it to the top of the stairs and going into his bedroom.