Do you really hate me? (Quackbur)

Chapter eleven: Nicknames.

Chapter art by: @PeecoA on Twitter

TW: SwEaRiNg (idk why I write this anymore lmao)
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Nobody's pov:

Quackity and Wilbur had made plans to meet up and work on their song throughout the weekend, they wrote bits and pieces of lyrics and were 'sort of' able to come up with a general idea. But sadly, the weekend had run out and Monday repeated the cycle of work once again.

Charlie and Quackity were supposed to be hanging out all day but Charlie started getting migraines before lunch so he went home. Now Quackity was alone, again. He hated when Charlie wasn't there. Charlie was always such a cheery and delightful person to be around.

Charlie and Quackity are bestest of friends so when Charlie had to leave early in the school day the ravenette was noticeably less happy. Lunch soon came around and since Quackity didn't have Charlie he decided to grab his phone out his locker and just sit on the bleachers outside. Sure, quackity should eat as he only had a granola bar for breakfast but he was too tired to get up and go to the vending machines. The cafeteria food was also disgusting today and Q didn't have the funds to sneak to the store. He decided just to eat a bigger dinner later. Maybe he can eat that TV dinner Wilbur forced him to get. Why did he do that..? Maybe Wilbur just cared for Quackity and didn't want him to starve. Speaking of Wilbur...

Wilbur pov:

Today is slow. There's nothing fun to do in my classes, and both my brothers are hanging out with friends of their own today so I don't want to interrupt. I wonder where Quackity is. Maybe I could hang out with him! He's actually really funny when you get to know him a bit— I don't know if I'm the most qualified to judge his character but I have my opinions, and they're *mostly* good ones.

Im pretty sure I saw Charlie leave school earlier, Q must be pissed right now. Maybe I should check up on him..? Ughh what am I thinking?? He's probably only being nice cause he doesn't want to be stuck in detention with me again. But still... why would he give me his number if he really hated me. Oh wait— I think I see him on the bleachers, by himself? He doesn't have food either, I told him to eat more! I- uhhmmm why do I care about him so much? Fuck, he's confusing.

Maybe I'll just grab him something from the vending machine. Cafeteria foods pretty gross today anyways.

What would he like for lunch..? I think I heard him say something about chips the other day. I think we have some here.

...

Ok, I've got some food now, I've just got to go up to him and sit down. That's all. I'm going to the bleachers.

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Hey Quackity. I got you something.

I said, passing him the chips.

"Uhh- what..? Oh! Thanks..?" He stuttered back. I'm sure I just startled him a bit.

Charlie leave school yeah?

"Uhh- yeah he did. Migraines. He gets them a lot but he forgot Advil today."

I sat down beside him, staring into the field. We sort of just sat there awkwardly, staring out in silence. It wasn't like the first time after detention, when we went to the flowers, that was probably the most comfortable I've felt for a while. Now we're just staring at the place sweaty soccer teams play.

"Wilbur? Are you okay? You seem... distracted."

Huh-? Oh yeah, yeah I'm alright. There's something on my mind, I just don't know what it is and it's driving me nuts.

"Yeah I've felt like that recently. Oh hey! Did I tell you about the girl I met in the fields?"

Uh... no! No you didn't. What happened?

"Okay so I went there early in the morning after I couldn't fall asleep, and there was just this girl sat on a bench crying, like full on sobbing."

Seriously? What did you do?

"I don't know why but I just like sat beside her. I introduced myself and asked what was wrong and she said something about an ex boyfriend? She said he might've been moving on to someone else. I felt bad so I bought her some ice cream."

Instead of staring at the field, I started to stare at Quackity while he talked. He started smiling near the end and finished his sentence by saying she was happier after talking to him. Quackity is so kind to strangers, at least ones in public. In school maybe not so much—

That's really nice of you... hey! We should go back there sometime! It's quite nice this time of year is it not?

"I- uhh yeah! We should. Maybe we could do our project there..?"

That sounds pretty nice Ducky, I could bring my guitar and we'll start playing a melody for it. Just to get the feel of the so-

I got cut off by Quackity "lightly" hitting me in head.

What the fuck?! What was that for man?!

"Ducky."

What-? Oh. Oops. Sorry, it's become a bit of a habit now.

"Shut up skyscraper." Q said with a smile.

Oh come on- you can come up with a better name.

"Why? Do you want me to call you jackass instead?"

No!! Come up with something man! Then we'll be even.

"Uhhhh- fuck what's the most embarrassing thing I could call you..?" Quackity started thinking of names while Tommy yelled out a cafeteria door.

"Wilbur! Wiiiiillllburrrrrr.... WILBY!"

"HA WILBY! That's it, that's the name."

Quackity no! That's what I'd get called as like an eight year old! Choose something else!!

"Hey it's not the worst thing I could've named you! Besides, Wilby's kind of cute. Not what I was aiming for but— if it embarrasses you I'm all good!"

Oh- fuck you Q... TOMMY THANKS FOR RUINING THE SCHOOL YEAR!!

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT YOUR WELCOME!! I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT THERES SOME KINDA POSTER IN THE HALL YOU SHOULD SEE!!"

Ughhh Tommy... do you want to come with Quackity..? See what the posters all about?

"Heck yeah! Let's goooooo" Quackity said, grabbing the sleeve of my shirt and dragging me towards the school again.
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[I tried posting last night but my internet went out]

[hope you liked the chapter even if it is just sort of a filler.]