i've been having trouble with figuring out how to continue
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wilbur pov:
my memory of saturday is pretty hazy. i remember like 3 things.
1- i drank alcohol
2- i met someone named niki
3- quackity? something to do with him.
i remember quackity's outfit, his face, the tiny dimple on the left side of his face. wait what? i didn't know that before. i'm not a stalker who notices everything about someone.
did something...happen?
i need to find out.
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as i rummage through my locker trying to find my notebooks, a rather short person appears behind me.
niki? no. quackity.
"h-hey q," i stutter nervously (bro this is so cringe wtf). "are you alright?"
he locks eyes with me. i see confusion and anger and sadness and another emotion i can't identify in them. "do you not...remember?" he asks, dread flooding his expression.
"sorry, but i have a really hazy memory of yesterday. i can recall that something happened, but i can't place my finger on what exactly it was." i smile, trying to keep this conversation from escalating.
he grunts in response.
"was it...bad?"
"no, don't worry." he smiles tightly and i reckon that this conversation has come to an end.
as i was turning to leave i felt quackity's hand on my back. i turn and am met with the sight of him holding out a letter? i take the letter from his hands, accidentally brushing my fingers with his. i don't say anything because quackity disappears into the mass of students before i get the chance to.
carefully, i rip the paper open. inside, there's a little note. it reads-
"HEY WIL!" a loud, energetic freshman suddenly appears behind me. he peers over my shoulder, trying to read the note. i stuff it into my pocket before tommy can decipher what it says.
"whatcha got there?" he asks, trying to get a glimpse at the note in my coat pocket.
"nothin' just a note from quackity." i say, attempting to keep my voice steady.
"ooooh. okay, don't show me your boyfriend's love letter, i get it." tommy rolls his eyes.
"wha-? tommy, we're not dating." my voice comes out shaky, and tommy casts me a knowledgable glance.
"ok ok, whatever you say big man." he winks at me and stalks away. i'm going to murder him when we get home.
now that tommy's gone i unfold the crumpled note and read what it says.
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| hey wil, |
| i wanted to apologize for the way i acted when schlatt |
| was still around. i know i was a piece of shit and i know |
| that you probably don't care. i know that saturday meant |
| nothing to you, and that you were drunk when it |
| happened. i miss you. |
| - love, alex <3 |
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there was a tear stain on the paper. not from me. alex must have cried while writing this note. i really do want reconnect with him. i still can't seem to remember what happened on saturday though. it must've upset alex, seeing as he cried while writing me a note.
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i locate quackity in the library.
his body jumps up at the sudden touch as i place my fingers on his shoulder. he turns slowly, gazing into my eyes. his face contorts into a grimace of sadness, hate, anger and the same emotion i couldn't identify earlier.
"hey, uh, q, would you wanna hang out after school? at my place?" my hand shakes on his shoulder. i'm trying really hard to keep it steady but i can't seem to bring myself to it.
quackity delicately places his hand on top of mine. electricity runs through my body. my face flushes a shade of light red.
"yes, wilbur, i'd love to," he says, in a weirdly flirty voice, while his eyes trail down my body. my face runs a darker shade of red.
i manage to say, "you already know my address. my dad doesn't know you yet though, so i'll have to introduce you." i pluck quackity's hand from my shoulder and interlock my fingers with his. two can play this game.
i wink, and breathe a low "see you later, baby". his eyes fill with shock and bewilderment, and i prance away, feeling light as a cloud.
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wc: 696
decided to extend the story.
-your author
CZYTASZ
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