let me down slowly - wilbur soot

chapter 69- dance with me

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"that was the funniest thing ever!" aubrey says as we get back in the car. "everyone was staring at us in our fancy attire while they sat there in pajamas! it was perfect!"

"i told you! and you didn't want to do it!" i respond.

"sorry! you were right!"

"i always am."

i chew on my bottom lip as soon as the words escape my mouth. i think back to the phone call i had with quackity yesterday, and how i said those exact words to him.

"and then i- wilbur?" aubrey asks as i start listening while she's halfway through her thought.

"sorry i didn't catch that. what?"

"what were you thinking about?"

"nothing important."

aubrey sighs as she looks out the window.

"not important, or not something you want to talk about?" she asks as she rests her head back on the seat.

"well, i..." i trail off as i think of what to say. "it's actually something i don't think you would want to talk about."

this brings aubrey's attention back to me. she swivels her head to looks at me while i keep my eyes on the road.

"hit me," she says. my eyes go wide.

"i don't wanna-"

"not literally! i meant like, try me. i wanna hear it. and if it makes me uncomfortable i'll tell you i don't want to talk about it."

i nod slowly as i turn the aux down.

"i talked to quackity yesterday."

aubrey's eyes go wide.

"i definitely wasn't expecting you to say that." she shifts awkwardly in her seat, and i mentally slap myself for screwing up such a perfect day.

"we don't have to-"

"what did you guys talk about?"

i look at the girl next to me for a split second before drawing my eyes back to the street.

"he basically just apologized for stuff that happened in the past and told me he wants to move on and not hate me anymore."

so i left out the part where he said he wanted to get back together with her. but so what? that's definitely not something she would want to hear, and besides, quackity needs to talk to her himself about stuff like... that.

"i thought he hated you..." aubrey mumbles.

"he told you that?"

"well, not those words. but he didn't like us being close, and... you know." she pauses and combs through her hair with her fingers. "he got really jealous of us and thought you liked me or something."

"i did like you."

the two of us are silent for a split second before aubrey snorts. then the two of us burst into laughter at my blunt statement.

"did?" aubrey asks through laughs. "past tense?"

"no! i still do! but-"

i cut myself off by continuing to laugh.

my car makes a sudden beep, and i turn to the dashboard. low gas. dangerously low.

"uhh, what do you say we make a pit stop at the gas station?" i say, pointing to my nearly empty tank of gas.