he's my rose [ii]

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schlatt looked down at his phone, trying to analyze the picture. a long, windy road, a missing streetlamp among the regular dotted pattern, tall apartment buildings hugging the sidewalk on the right side, suburban houses on the left... he was sure he had the right place. holding his phone up to the setting in front of him, it was good enough. a start, at least.

ever since wilbur had stopped into the bookstore, he couldn't stop thinking about him. the way he spoke, the way he laughed, the way he smiled. it was clouding his vision and ruining his work. he found that even small talk with the occasional customer was hard, as his mind kept drifting back to the way his fingers tapped the counter or how his lips parted in silent prayer.

schlatt needed to do something.

wilbur helped him out, though. he gave him his full name, and in the age of technology, it was easy to go onto instagram and find his account. wilbur soot. english major (he knew it). music hobbyist. it was like the brit set it up for him, because with just a few scrolls through his feed, schlatt was able to find photos of him outside his house. almost like a call of 'come find me'! so he did.

schlatt smiled as he faced the house, recognizing the white exterior shown in one too many of his posts. he needed to let wil know that posting photos was dangerous, because bad people could come find him. but he was different: he was here to protect him.

maybe wilbur didn't have to know for the time being, but when he figured it out, he'd be head over heels for him. that was schlatt's plan, after all- keep wilbur safe and sound from a distance until he realizes that their little encounter in the shop wasn't something to just brush past. it was the start of something new, something blossoming in his (and hopefully wil's) heart.

the streetlamp illuminated his path as he pulled his hood over his head, sliding his phone into his pocket as he jogged across the road. he didn't have a black outfit, so soot had forced him to go out and get one.

damn, once they were in love, schlatt would have to tease him to pay him back. he was doing this for him, after all.

the american came up on the side of the house, scooting behind some bushes so he could peer into a window. he lowered himself closer to the ground to conceal himself further, and he could see a tv playing. in front of it was a couch, and- yes.

wilbur sat with a bowl of some sort of food, going between eating and watching whatever boring show was on the television. he sat with his legs propped up, now in more comfortable attire than when they first met. grey sweats and a white tee, to be exact. it didn't damage his glory at all, however, because schlatt felt a smile creep onto his face as he watched him.

he needed to update his followers.

grabbing his phone and turning the brightness down, schlatt opened up tumblr, creating a new post and typing up his thoughts. he had to be vague, because any detail could be used to take wilbur away from him. that, and the bureau didn't seem to understand true love.

jschlatt

i can see him, breathing.

he looks so relaxed and comfy. i want to be in his arms.

i'm MEANT to be in his arms. he just has yet to realize that.

updates are on the way

schlatt pressed post, turning his phone off and looking back towards wilbur. his blinds interfered with his vision, and he frowned slightly. he wanted to see him in full, not just in parts. he'd go from looking at his bare feet to his knees, then to his waist, chest, and then head. though he lingered on his waist and head for longer, however. he found those to be the most enjoyable.

it was chilly outside, but just watching him was enough. he's said it once and he'll say it again, he wasn't a stalker. he was just merely attracted to him, and if wil knew that, he'd be flattered. by that point, he'd fall to his knees, too. schlatt wanted to teach him who he really needed- and if sitting at his living room window every night would eventually lead him there? so be it.

there was one altercation, however: schlatt was shocked as a dog began to bark, jumping up and scratching at the glass angrily. he swiveled, diving away from the window and pressing himself against the side of the house. dogs. his worst enemy.

they'd always fucked it up for him in the past, and wilbur just had to have one, didn't he? schlatt could hear frustrated yells from wilbur, trying to calm the dog down. luckily, it was his first time actually at wilbur's house, so nothing was suspicious. wil probably just assumed it was a squirrel or stick, seeing as dogs would go nuts at practically everything.

he waited until things had gone calm again, but he didn't dare go to the window again yet. he pulled out his phone again, this time opening reddit.

r/askreddit posted by u/jschlatt

how do you get dogs to stop barking?

and then it was the waiting game. it was best to play it safe until he got some answers, so he decided his time was up. 'quick one tonight,' he thought, looking towards the window. 'i'll be back, wil. next time, i'll be able to quiet your dog for you, since you seem so angry about how loud it is. when i'm here, you won't have to do anything. i'll take care of you.'

schlatt quietly rose from the bushes, moving back onto the sidewalk and pretending to walk like normal. he stuffed his hands into his pockets, taking one last glance at wilbur's house. it was exactly the place he expected him to live in. but, being a college student and not owning an apartment or dorm? either wilbur was getting bank somehow, or he was a terribly spoiled kid. he wondered if it was a family home. god, he hoped not. whenever he'd eventually go inside, he didn't want to be faced by any pissed parents.

just more people to explain the situation to, but they'd call the police, like every time. if they'd  sit down and listen to him, they'd understand. they'd understand why he needed to do this, and hell, with one glance at wilbur, they should be able to figure out why themselves. the man practically glowed a golden aura. his eyes sang a melody in major, hands like butterfly wings, heart made of glass. reflective- his emotions were shot right back at schlatt, and every expression of his was an immediate look into his soul.

he was everything, but somehow he was still one individual person.

schlatt was infatuated.

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