Do you really hate me? (Quackbur)

Chapter forty-eight: Willow trees.

Chapter art by: @Riot_tv_ on Twitter.

TW: swearin' wowowowowowow
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Nobody's pov:

"There's no need to feel bad," the brunette cut him off slightly, "Come on, let's go! I think you'll like it,"

Quackity sighed as Wilbur payed the bill he'd been given, leaving the change for Niki and standing up with the ravenette.

The two walked across town, occasionally the shorter would ask where they were going, but Wil would just answer with something like, 'Wait and find out!' This just intrigued the other, he wanted to know more. And the brunette could tell, "Listen- no matter how hard you try, I'm not telling you! You have to wait and see, just this once."

"Fine..." he sighed, feeling a sense of defeat and desperation run over him as his shoulders slouched. He wasn't that upset though, just dramatic.

After they stopped walking through the main streets, and were in a less busy part of town, the two slowed down by a small tree line. "So... where are we going?"

"Go look through, we've been here before, Q."

The ravenette took a quick look through the trees, noticing a familiar orange brick path. The further he walked, the more he knew where he'd been taken too. The flower fields, filled with still blossomed white and blue petals, along with the few willow trees that's branches hung low. He wanted to say something, but his hand was grabbed softly and he was guided to one of the willows where they sat last time. The bench sitting just underneath, and the tree branches filled with little fairy lights.

The wooden bench itself had a blanket draped over it, along with a few pillows. Quackity was taken away from the view, and instead pulled toward the well-known ice cream truck, now being a small market stall.

"Wilbur I- you didn't have to... why did you do this?" He mumbled out, turning his head to face the taller's.

"Well, I figured it'd be fun. And I wanted to, I'm a free man. You can't argue against that, Q." He teased.

"Yeah, you're right. I can't argue against that, but I can still say that you didn't have to do this all." He replied as the two teens walked forward, standing in front of the market stall.

The brunette chuckled before turning his attention to the woman in front of him, "Could I have just some strawberry in a bowl please?" The employee nodded in response, looking at Quackity for his order.

"Oh- uhm... chocolate, I suppose." He stumbled, still caught up on the way Wil brushed off the past conversation. Wilbur caught this, and laughed to himself.

A mere second later the girl turned back around with two bowls, one of chocolate and one of strawberry. Placing them on the makeshift counter and awaiting payment. SHe started smiling when the taller passed over a ten dollar bill, glad they had the 'no change back' sign up at the moment. Nice fucking tip.

The two boys wandered back to the bench again, both smiling as they continued light conversations. Eventually taking a seat beside one another. Q sat criss crossed and facing the other, whom was sitting rather weirdly. It wasn't inherently weird per-se, but he seemed oddly calm. Like he'd rehearsed just sitting down a thousand times for today. Or maybe it just seemed that way from the ravenette's perspective, he himself had swarm of butterflies floating through his stomach and weaving through his rib cage. He couldn't help the near permanent dusting of pink across his face.

It's a routine now.

The two sat and ate their treats, laughing along with each others light hearted jokes and half assed insults whenever one got frustrated. "Y'know, you're still a mad man for getting all this." The shorter said, he didn't expect what Wilbur had to say next.