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Wilbur strummed the strings on his guitar, his eyes closed, his breathing was slow. He was lost in the strumming of the guitar, his mind raced. He hummed a tune he's heard as a kid. He was at peace for once.
Bang Bang Bang
His eyes shot opened, the strumming of the guitar and the peace long gone. He groaned, running his hands through his tangled hair, hissing when it tugged his scalp. He took off his guitar, setting it down onto his bed, getting up to open the door.
"Ugh finally man! What were you even doing in there??" A shorter man appear in the doorway, his blue beanie revealed who it was. Wilbur scrunched up his nose, a headache was soon to come.
"Who the fuck let you in?" He tapped his foot impatiently, arms crossed across his chest.
"Huh?- Oh, Tommy did. Told him I was bored" Quackity chuckled, before pushing his way past Wilbur, causing him to tumble down, landing square on his ass. "Oops- Sorry" He scratched behind his neck before his eyes landed on Wilbur's guitar. "Woahh, you didn't mention you had a guitar, Wilbur!" He quickly ran towards the guitar, grabbing it and examining it. Wilbur got off the floor, brushing off his pants before sighing once more, shutting the door and made his way over where the annoying one was.
"Yeah, I have a guitar. Anyways, what do you even want Quackity?" One of his eyebrows raised up.
"Mm.. I was bored you know? I was going to bother Sapnap and Karl but then they were busy doing couple stuff bleh and then I thought of Tommy but he's wayyy too much for me and then I thought of Tec-" Quackity rambled on while holding the guitar with one hand, the other hand moving around, expressing his feelings. Wilbur rolled his eyes, tuning out whatever Quackity was saying as he walked over to the mirror, cringing once he saw the eye bags he had. His hair was extremely messy. He shook his head before he grabbed a red beanie off his counter, quickly shoving it onto his head. He turned around and saw Quackity sitting on his bed, strumming the guitar while his tongue stuck out a bit, his eyebrows scrunched together. He looked cute- Wait, what? .. Fuck look away idiot- Oh, he's singing..?
"My god, I'm so lonely.. So I open the window, to hear the sounds of people" Quackity whispered, his voice sounded sad and alone. Wilbur's heart tugged at the feeling. He knew this song. Quackity then looked up and smile as he stopped strumming the guitar.
"Your guitar is good.. But not as good as mine" He teased as he watched Wilbur's calm face turned to annoyance.
"Whatever Quackity" Wilbur huffed as he shoved Quackity to the side, laying down onto his bed, groaning once his bones felt heavy on the bed, arching his back. Quackity rolled his eyes and laid next to the man, both staring up at the ceiling as the guitar laid on the floor.
Quackity body relaxed entirely on Wilbur's soft bed. His eyes closed as he took it all in. He felt the boy's body next to his, both relaxing together. It was lovely.. Wasn't it? He couldn't help but crack a smile. He slowly inched his hand towards Wilbur's hand, he flinched a bit, biting his lip before he grabbed Wilbur's hand, holding it while turning his head, his eyes now opened. Silence filled the air. It felt tense. Fuck, was it a bad idea? His stomach churned, his heart raced. Oh god-
Wilbur held his hand back. He held on tight.
Quackity stopped breathing, shocked filled him. His stomach fluttered. He turned around to face Wilbur. He smiled again. His eyes searched for an answer but found none. Wilbur looked down at their hands then back up, a smile was slowly appearing on his face. Quackity leaned in and nuzzled Wilbur's neck, breathing in the soft cologne he had on. He felt safe. The window blinds let sun peaked through onto the bed. Both felt the sun rays beaming down onto them, warming them up. Wilbur grabbed Quackity's waist with his other hand, pulling him close and laying his head on top of Quackity's head, resting it there. He may think Quackity is annoying but right now? He's at peace.
Both of the men close their eyes as another day begins slowly but surely.