string bean | wilbur soot

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-Wilbur's POV-

          "Do you agree with her? Y'know, since you kind of know me now."

          Fuck. Why did I say that? She just met me. God, I am so stupid. What was I thinking?

          I watch her face as I wait dreadfully for Vee's response. It was blank; unreadable. It's times like these where you wish mind-reading was a thing. If it were any other time, though, it'd be completely unacceptable.

          No. It'd be unacceptable in any situation. Childish, even. It's a complete invasion of privacy. Mind reading: bad. End of story.

          Jesus, when did my hands get so sweaty? Why am I so nervous? This shouldn't be a big deal.

          Another thing: you don't realize just how bad you really are at something until it happens. In my case, this thing would be talking to women. It was going really well up until this moment, too. Talking to Vee all night was amazing. I don't want to ruin it all right now.

          "Nevermind," I spoke up. "You don't have to answer that."

          "No, I'll answer it. Sorry, I was just thinking," Vee said. Yeah, me too. "I think you're great. I really do. I should probably start getting ready for work if I wanna be on time."

          No. I ruined it, didn't I? That's why she's leaving. I wipe my damp hands on my pants. "Oh. Yeah... I'll talk to you later, yeah?"

          "Yeah. Bye, Will."

          Will. It sounds so much better coming from her.

          "Goodbye, Vee."

          Then she hung up. I sighed, rolling backward in my wheely chair, turning it away from my phone propped up against my computer. I run a hand through my hair. I look at my clock as if I'd actually be able to tell what time it is. I turned back around and looked at the time on my phone: 16:25, or 4:25 pm. I wonder what time it is for Vee... When I look it up, it says that it's 8:25 am in California. Maybe Carson's awake. Or Schlatt. I hate that they all live in the same time zone and I'm over here, "living in the future."

          My phone dings. I check it quickly, hoping that it's Vee, but it's not. It's the man himself.

          Schlatt: what's popping B)

          Wilbur: nm. u?

          Schlatt: what's up with you? you don't usually type like that o.O

          Wilbur: Oh no, I've been caught.

          Schlatt: that's better. but srsly what's up?

          Wilbur: Idk, I'm just tired I guess. I was up all night rather than just most of the night.

          Schlatt: something's up.

          Wilbur: I'll tell you later.