rooftops

chapter 7 ~ wild ones

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Georges pov=

Me and Tommy were sitting in the dressing room with Wilbur, Tommys eating food he decided to get.

Im pretty sure the others had gone to look around, or maybe set stuff up, I wasnt sure.

Tommy gets up to go to the bathroom, so I sit back and pull out my phone.

"What time do you guys perform?" I ask, looking up at Wilbur.

"Uh 8:30 im pretty sure, but sometimes there can be delays and things so it could be later" he tells me, sliding his phone into his pocket.

"Thats earlier than I'd thought it was gonna be" I say, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, I know, we're normally later than that, but im kinda glad we're early, we might be able to stay here later and maybe even watch some other performances, and then we can go back to camp and chill out there for a while" he says, still watching me carefully.

"Oh, that would be fun" I reply, smiling at him.

Hes still staring at me, and i dont know what hes expecting to happen, im not doing anything extraordinary , and hes sitting here staring at me like im about to disappear any second now.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I ask, turning to look at him.

"Because" he says, starting to smile, "I know".

If I hadnt of known what he was talking about then it wouldve been a really creepy thing to say whilst smiling at me like that.

But I know exactly what hes talking about, so I decide on playing dumb.

"What do you know?" I ask, trying to look confused.

I know I probably look dumb though, im a really terrible liar.

"Oh cmon George, youre the worst liar ive ever met, you know exactly what im talking about" Wilbur replies, coming over and laying down on the couch.

Its like he literally knew exactly what I was thinking about.

I dont reply to his question. I just sit there, looking at him dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

I didnt even know how I felt about Dream, I couldnt think straight when I thought about him.

Should I admit it? But then again, what could I admit when I didnt even know what I felt?

"We dont have to talk about it, but if you ever do want to talk about it, just know that im here, and I wont judge you" Wilbur says, sitting up and fluffing up my hair.

I nod, and turn to look at him smiling, I felt a little more relieved knowing that at least Wilbur had some idea about what was going on.

"How did you even know?" I ask him, turning and putting my legs over his, nearly laying down on the couch.

"Its kinda obvious" he laughs, "I dont know if anyone else has realized, and I havent asked obviously, but you turn literally pink whenever he walks into the room"

I dont know what to say.

"I think I knew that night when I saw you in his sweater" he says, grinning whilst looking down at me.

I run a hand through my hair as I sigh.

"I dont even know, what I feel, or.. how to think about it" I start, staring directly up at the ceiling.

I know that made literally zero sense, but I didnt know how else to phrase it.

"So you do like him then?" Wilbur asks me, in a soft voice.