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Someone told me to delete this story lol.
-WILBUR-
Its 7:49am. I can hear nothing but the muffled yapping of a dog outside my window and the baby blue certains swishing lightly side to side. No lamp is on, filling my room with a soft, natural light.
I can't help but steal the smallest glances to the boy next to me, hes just so pretty, Its hard not to. His chest rises with each gentle breath, he looks at peace. I'm unsure how we got here, how hes in my bed. I don't know when he decided to crawl in next to me, whatever the reason, whatever his intentions are, my stomach twists with adoration just pondering on the subject.
I awoke with my arm slung across his chest, I was, I think to think rightfully so, surprised. My first instinct was to bite him, and then throw him out of the bed. Yet when I had woken up more I realized this wasn't such a good idea as it would be rather rude. Plus- I always liked the idea of Jonathan in my bed.
How can this be? I mean, me? Wilbur Soot? Falling so hard for a scrap like Schlatt? Yes, although I can sense the absurdity of this too, its happened. Like Cooper said, I'm just full of surprises.
It was hard to accept, even now, I still can't seem to comprehend how this is real. Any of it. I can't explain it, really. How can my own mind play so many tricks on me? Be so contradicting? I'm so confused, all the fucking time. Oh to be straight would be such a privilege, wouldn't it?
"Wil stop jerking off and get ready for school." I hear Daves deadpan voice outside my bedroom door.
Shortly after I learn that Tommy is accompanying him "Yeah!"
Tommys always tottering around after David, hes only ever told me why once and I immediately forgot after. Anytime our older brother isn't in a ten foot radius he acts like an emacipated puppy. (Its fucking pathetic.)
"Mm," I look down wistfully at the sleepy man next to me "Alright."
"I'm driving you guys because I'm so ff-fricken kind." He catches himself before, assumebly, ruining Tommys childhood. I hear footsteps walk away from the door, my attention is directed back on Schlatt.
I reach forward and flick his forehead, he retaliates by bringing up his hands and burying his face in them, groaning gently. I lean down a bit. repeating this action, he finally separates his fingers enough to peer tiredly at me. This sleepy state doesn't last long because apparently Wilbur soot staring at you while you try and catch some z's is uncalled for. He tumbles off the bed, sqwaking.
He scrambles to flip himself to face me, I wait patiently. He seems shaken, staring at me with round, frightened eyes like I just stabbed a child Infront of him or something. I'm as equally shocked, what the fuck Jonathan.
"What the actual fuck."
"You were in my bed, I was simply waking you. Not my fault you went flying." I eye him, amused.
"W..what??" He seems a tad confused. It takes him several moments, I'm fine with letting him take as long as he needs "Oh my fucking god."
"I'm so sorry I-" he furrows his eyebrows "Thats a yikes on my part man-"
I smile at him "its alright." This feels weird coming out of my mouth, especially to Schlatt.
"I got up in the middle of the night to get- water- fuck, I must've- ah-" his face is red, I wish I could take a picture or something. Maybe, like, jack off to it.
I wave my hand dismissely before sliding off the bed. I put out my hand, Schlatt hesitates for only a moment before letting himself be hoisted up. He smiles shyly at me.
