In the morning, I woke up with a horrible back pain and puffy, red, sore eyes. I put my head back in between my knees and cried some more. "God why do I have to love him..." I say as I drift off to sleep once more.
Wilbur woke up with his arm hanging off the bed, the clock on his dresser read 1:17 P.M., Wilbur groans slamming his head against his pillow before grabbing his phone, instead of going on discord, he messages schlatt on Snapchat, "Hey you up to talk?" He typed out and sent it, starting at the screen hoping it would deliver.
I woke up to my phone dinging. God i just want to sleep...I rolled my eyes and look at what it was. It was him. I blocked him. I slammed my head on the desk. "Why..." I whined to myself.
Great. He blocked me again. Welp. I sighed and sat back. God I regretted saying what I said. Why did I have to laugh?
A week later
I still cried myself to sleep every night. It hurt to be rejected. I've been rejected before, yes, but this hurt more than the other times. I really loved him.
"So let me get this straight, you practically rejected him by laughing at him?" I say as wil rolls his eyes and sighs. "Yes George, I told you this 100 times already" he replied back as he took a sip of his water. (they're out on one of those dates that they used to go on all the time) "ok well, I'm having a Christmas party on Friday, so i'll invite him, well if I can get him to join" I say back. "Oo alright, what time?" "5PM. We're gonna have a lot of fun. I'll promise that."
:) part 3 will be published later today aka at like 11 (like 12 hours from now)
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Randomhere's some little (not all r little lmao-) storys I thought of! will contain: fluff angst AUs Blood & organs (organs on 1st chapter only) Smut Panic attacks & stuff related to them hope you enjoy it :) This is all c! Characters btw!
