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23

The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warmed;
And so the General of hot desire
Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed.
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

~~~~~~~~~~

same morning

wilbur and i carpooled to work, and since we work in the same building, there is no "kiss goodbye" we simply just, walk in together. 

sitting at my desk, i pondered. wil made breakfast for me this morning, i need to repay him. somehow. he had said that he wasn't able to do the bakery today due to a scheduled stream, so that's what i played off of. 

at noon,  i left the building subtly and walked down to the bakery.

at the display i was met with a familiar face. again. jasper looked at me and smiled. 

"good afternoon lavender. i see wilbur isn't with you this afternoon?" she said questioning

"yeah, wil's a little busy today with "work" so i'm going to bring him food" I replied putting emphasis on work, jasper got it and laughed. 

i ordered 3 lemon tarts, a cup of lavender tea (to go) and some mint chocolate chip macrons in a cute little blue box that said "wilbur soot" in cursive. I said farewell to jasper, and made my way back to the office. 

i slipped into my office for a moment, scribbling a note on a small sheet of paper

"open the door when you have time (and look down, numbskull" it was short but direct. 

going back out, i placed the box right  outside his door as to not disturb him, and slipped the note under his door. 

about 20 minutes later i went back out to check, and the box was gone.

~

at around 3 i heard light knocking on my door, 3 times. i opened the door to see wilbur, with a small bouquet of yellow, orange, and white flowers. it reminded me of the sunset from last night. i gave him a meaningful look, feeling my face grow warm.

"for the lovely sweets earlier, for my lovely sweet" he said. i made a gagging face 

"okay maybe that wasn't my best line" he said, and i nodded in agreement.

"but you get what i'm saying" again, i nodded, laughing. he rolled his eyes as i took the flowers. i became very thankful of my grandmothers old vase which was stored on a table. after placing the flowers in the vase i went back to meet wil who was bouncing back and forth on the heel and tip of his toes, smiling ecstatically

"what're you so happy about" i teased

"nothing its just that uh- those tarts had uh a lot of sugar in them" he said holding back laughter

"you ate all of them?" i exclaimed

".... and the macrons. very tasty indeed" he replied bursting out laughing for a second, then quickly piercing his lips again, his face slowly turning red. i scoffed and playfully tugged on his maroon sweater leading him out of the building

"so wilbur soot, where shall we go" i express dramatically to him. throwing myself back into him placing my backhand on my forehead. going with the vibe he dramatically cried out

"wherever thy heart desires m'lady" 

i opened my mouth to speak but right before the words came out of my mouth wil seemed to have remembered something

"actually, wait, can we go to my car real quick, i have something in the trunk i'd like to take with us" 

"oh okay, well lets go back then!" 

when we get to his car he opens his trunk and pulls out a large fabric case. a guitar case and slings it on to his back. 

wil looked like a true musician, carrying his guitar on his back, his round glasses pushed against his face. as we were walking, i couldn't pull my eyes off of him, looking up at him every 5 seconds then smiling to myself 

i looked up at him for what was probably like the 30th time, locking eyes with him. it felt like first day we locked eyes, with him looking at me with his soft eyes through his round glasses, he was even wearing the same beige-y yellow crewneck. it had only just hit me that i had him. i was the only girl out of millions of people who wanted him, that could have him. i was his. and he was mine. 

i tugged on his sleeve, signaling him to put his arm around my shoulder. shortly, we arrived at the same park as before and sat down in the grass as wil unzipped his guitar case and pulled out a beautiful wood guitar. 

without warning, he started strumming lightly before he sang. 

Well, it's 2:45 a.m.
Wake up from snoring, open DMs
Can of Red Bull by the bed
Vape is charged and Snapchat's read
What's popping?
What's popping?She's beauty, she's grace
She has a profile picture of an anime girl's face

i blushed intensely. this wasn't a tune i heard before. listening, i closed my eyes and started to sway to the beat as he slowly came to the end of the song. 

when i opened my eyes, he was sitting there with his head turned, wearing his cat like smile. it was most prominent without his teeth. his lips turned upwards and his nose scrunched slightly. 

"you know, i wrote that last night just before you knocked on my door" he said looking away, not wanting to make eye contact as he waited for my reaction

wil wrote that? ...about me? was it about me? my mind ran through the lyrics again pulling out small bits and pieces. 

"she has a profile picture of an anime girls face" my instagram profile picture, was indeed, a picture of an anime girl that closely resembled me.. "I'll make you forget every guy that came before me" which was also true

i seemed to have paused too long in thought, because before i could think of an answer wil had already read my mind.

"yes, i wrote it about you." 

blushing even harder, my mind kept going back to the chorus. "i'm in love with an e-girl" 

my mind was racing. he wrote love? he might have just wrote it because it matched. "i like an e-girl" doesn't ring too well. but i had been silent for far too long

"i love yo- i mean, i love it wil. its a fantastic song. you're an excellent singer" fuck my mind slipped up. the chorus was stuck in my head. he had to of noticed. i looked up at him, raising his eyebrows. he noticed. 

playing it off, i turned around and laid backwards in his lap looking up at the sky. 

"lavender?" he said quietly pushing my curtain bangs out of my eyes. i really do need a trim.

"yeah wilbur?" i replied, looking up at him, still backwards in his lap. my head was cradled right on his crotch. i wondered if it made him uncomfortable. 

"lavender" he said shortly, then leaned down to kiss me, putting his hands on both sides of my face. when he pulled his lips just above mine to take a breath he whispered 

"I'm in love with you lavender" 

my breathing came to a brief pause, but i knew i didn't have to hesitate

"I'm in love with you, Wilbur" i said before pushing my head slightly up, filling the gap between our lips. i felt a tear form from behind my eyelid. i really was in love with him.