𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕 ➵ schlattbur

VI / ambedo

ambedo

n. 

a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details

schlatt

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schlatt despised tuesdays, more than anything in the world. and it wasn't because of the way he spent his morning, it was purely because of the second class he had in the morning, potions. and although he had it almost everyday, it was usually later on, and he could zone out most of the class. he never had a reason to arrive late either, so he usually had to arrive earlier than everyone else.

...which is why he was sat next to minx, with mr. dickhead watching him like a cat. minx had picked up on whatever was going on between him and the professor, but schlatt dismissed them, not wanting to give himself a reason to be yelled at.

everything had been going fine until students had stared filling in and.... wilbur sat right across from him, looking like he hadn't slept in a week. schlatt also couldn't help but notice there was a girl, sitting right next to him too. apparently minx noticed too.

"hey, look! it's niki!"

schlatt turned to minx, giving her a look. "who?"

"niki! see?" minx pointed to where wilbur was sitting, assumably talking about the girl next to him. "next to the curly haired smartass?"

"you mean wilbur?"

now it was minx's turn to be baffled. "y— wait? you fuckin' know wilbur?" minx gasped, staring at him in awe. "you? really?"

"i don't see whats so bad about wilbur, he's um," schlatt shifted, crossing his arms and resting them on onto the small table. "he's alright."

minx only let out a surprised huff, leaning back slightly. the conversation couldn't go much further anyways, the professor coughing out and silencing the chatter, staring "roll-call" as jacobs says.

everything had been running smooth until he called on wilbur, who lacked a response. everyone had turned to stare at the drowsy boy, causing him to panic.

"hrr— i, here!" he coughed out, his eyes nervously making contact with the short professor. 

a laughter erupted through the room, but quickly quieted down when professor jacobs cleared out his throat. everything was silent for a few seconds, before he started talking again, going on with his boring lesson.

schlatt felt distracted, though, unable to take his eyes off of wilbur. the taller boy seemed to dose off every second or so, and schlatt couldn't help but wonder it was his fault after literally taking wilbur's bed and the night before and just abruptly leaving afterward.

it definitely was— well kind of. the couches didn't look that uncomfortable, but nothing's ever as good as they seem. the fire was still lit the second he got down there, but dying. wilbur must've been up all night tending to it, hopefully he'd gotten some sleep.

but, guessing how he was practically sleeping on the small table, he didn't.

the whole class was practically miserable, schlatt couldn't bring himself to look away and focus on something other than wilbur, and he wasn't too sure why he was so focused on him anymore. maybe out of genuine concern or whatever he had er, going on, but whatever it was, it's  too distracting. he needed wilbur out of his head and he needed to focus on something else. 

but he couldn't do it. 

wilbur kept falling asleep, or looking away and probably zoning out, and fidgeting with his glassed and doing every possible thing to just be so... captivating. and part of schlatt was worried but the other was just... too interested. schlatt hated how distracting wilbur was to him— but part of him didn't really want to stop staring.

it was... fine until class ended. professor jacobs had gave out his dismissal speech or whatever and that's when schlatt's stomach flipped— "oh, and wilbur, stay here for a second," he paused, to look up at schlatt, and continued. "wait outside for me, jonathan."

schlatt nodded, swept up his books and sped out of the room.

he stood awkwardly, leaning against the wall. he couldn't hear what was going on, but it was probably bad. the professor already expected so much from wilbur, so it was hard to imagine what was going on in the room.

it wasn't long until wilbur walked out, slightly more awake. he didn't look sad or crushed, just.... more lively. it was relieving for a second, until the professor followed him out. wilbur looked back before walked away, remorse in his eyes, and continued on his way. schlatt watched as wilbur disappeared from sight, and then turned to professor jacobs, who took a deep breath in and stared for a second.

"did you drug mr. soot or something? this behavior is outrageous for him, and completely blew away what i thought of him," schlatt blinked, thinking he was done, until he wasn't. "but then i saw you watching the poor boy like a hawk and i knew you were up to something. what did you do to him? you must've done something! you must be jealous, i swear, jonathan, if you hurt him or something i will kill you."

schlatt stood for a second, his ears ringing. "drug..... wilbur? i didn't! he's just tired— i saw him in the library in the morning with a couple other students.. they looked close, but he looked exhausted from what i saw." schlatt blurted, partially lying. he didn't know if wilbur was at the library at all, but he looked like he'd been up all night when he came to wake him up. schlatt felt kind of bad, but the kindness wilbur had for him was just— so... astonishing.

the professor studied him for a second, squinting with a hint of disgust. he nodded and then turned back into the classroom. "get out. you'll be late for your next class."

....next class? oh! oh no, no. schlatt jumped, not saying anything to the professor as he headed down the hall to his next class. if he was right... it was uh, defense against the dark arts. right.

get a grip, jonathan. 

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gay gay homosexual gay......... 

anyways hope everyone's having a good week!! don't forget to eat and drink water :D

(ps.... i've been thinking about making a oneshot book for these two because i write a lot about them for comfort.. what do you guys think...)