Do you really hate me? (Quackbur)

Chapter six: in my mind.

Chapter Art by: @somedeimi on Twitter.

TW: ✨Swearing✨
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Wilbur pov:

I went to the front door trying to be quiet so I didn't alert Phil or Mumza but when I opened the door....

"WILBUR WHERE WERE YOU?!" Tommy yelled right in my face.

Then I heard my dad phil, say "Wilbur..?"

Wilbur where were you we were worried! My Mumza piped up.

"Sorry guys I had detention. Then I went off to the field and got distracted."

"Are you hungry?! Are you hurt?!"

No, no. Mumza I'm fine.
I met up with a classmate there and we talked for a bit. I just lost track of time.

"Okay, okay. Just don't do that again I'll have a heart attack."

I was only gone for like an hour or two. It's okay guys. I'm gonna go change out of my uniform.

But before I was able to get into my room my cousin Technoblade pulled me to the side and whispered

"I know you were hanging out with quackity wilbur."

I- uh. Yeah. Yeah I was. Does it matter who?

"Mashed potatoes."

What?

"I made mashed potatoes with cheese for dinner. Dinners soon so get changed."

Oh- okay thanks techno.

"No problem."

I love Techno but he can be a bit... odd sometimes.

Quackity pov:

Wilbur walked me home. I could've stayed longer because my mom never would've noticed I was gone, but I didn't want his family to worry. Wil walked me to about a block away from my house when I said I could go myself. He seemed... disappointed? I wonder in what. Maybe he was just tired. We stayed out there for a while so that's probably it.

When I said I could walk the rest of the way He hesitated but went home after that. I feel funny.

When we were out I noticed things I didn't before, like how he had a patch of white hair that curls around his glasses. How his dark brown eyes can look red In the sun. How even when he's not smiling his lips are always turned upwards making him look genuinely kind- even if he is an ass.

How is it so early still? It's only like 6:00 now. it felt like such a long time being in the field with Wilbur.

When we weren't talking, or eating ice cream he would be humming this tune. I don't what it is. But I can't stop thinking about it. I would text him and ask but I gave him my number, I don't have his. I guess I have to wait... just wait.

FUCKING SHIT.

This asshole and his stupid little songs he's humming constantly. And his stupid smug smile.

FUCK GET OUT OF MY HEAD.

I need to take my mind off this skyscraper of a man. I'll order some fries or something online.

...

Okay, it's ordered. What do I do in the mean timeeeee... uhhhmm I'll paint my nails I guess. Nail polish fumes make my stomach turn but I'll just open my window. I'll turn some music on too. What colour? Blacks fine I guess. I would go for bright colours but I haven't got any I like.

I wonder if Wilbur would ever actually call me.

<five minutes later>

*knock knock*

...

Foods here already? Wow that was quick. My mom normally leaves fifteen or twenty dollars for food or groceries so I should be able to pay.

I payed and tipped the man at the door then climbed the stairs back to my room. I was actually really hungry But first I have to change out of my school uniform. I guess I got caught up in thinking about- stuff I forgot to change. Whatever, I'll just change now and throw it through the wash tonight.

Wilbur pov:

During dinner I couldn't take my mind off quackity. I hadn't called or texted him yet. Hadn't even put his number in my phone. My thoughts kept getting interrupted by Techno staring into my soul though. I love the dude but it's real hard to tell what he's thinking. He's an amazing cook.

When dinner was done I put my earbuds in and listened to some music. Then I started writing songs, I'd really like to be a musician. And painting my nails black. I even tried drawing- that did not look good...

It seems like my mind wants to think about something but keeps occupying my thoughts with useless information.

I know what my mind wants to think about.

Quackity.

I want to know why he gave me his number if he hates me so much.

I want to know if he actually hates me at all.

I want to know why he sat in that field with me.

For an hour.

UGHH THIS IS SO ANNOYING.

so is he! He's annoying and confusing!

But I also feel he's just putting on a mask to look tough. I wonder why.

Maybe we have something in common, maybe I can be his friend.

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[804 words]

[yooo I might have to change the last few chapters a bit because I think the whole "we were online friends all along" thing is just not fitting with what I want to do with the story so bear with me pleaseeeee I'm trying my best.]

[let me know ur thoughts or advice PLEASE I spent all day coming up with JUST this chapter lol]