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Wilbur wasn't doing so good.
He and Courtney just broke up, but they had remained friends for the most part. They had broken up ever since Wilbur had confessed he didn't really love Courtney in a romantic way anymore, he had been relived to hear that she was the same, not wanting to break her heart. They remained friends as they still had love for one another, just not in a romantic way. They still hung out together, laughed and all that stuff.
But, Wilbur wasn't doing good cause they broke up.
No, no, no. Well, kinda. Courtney had moved on, eventually finding someone else. They aren't together, but Courtney is head over heels for him. Courtney had never said her crush's 'full' name, just referring to Wilbur that the crush was 'J' or 'Jay', Wilbur isn't too sure. So, when he went to meet her crush, he was confused.
He had met two people, one was Jacob and the other Jared. They had been twins, hence why they both came, so both of them had light brown hair. The only real difference was that Jared had rich brown eyes, while Jacob had blue ones. Courtney had been close to both of them, well, Wilbur thinks so. When he met them, she had treated them the same for all he cares. He wasn't really paying attention, as he had fell in love once again.
With Jared.
Now, falling in love isn't too bad, but Wilbur hadn't known which was her crush. Which was weird as he had been her friend for over five years. So, what if Jared's her crush? And he possibly just fell in love with the wrong one? And if Jared is the crush and loves her back, how is he gonna survive being in love with his friend, who has been his friend for over five years, boyfriend?
That's the reason why he's not so good.
And there's ANOTHER reason on why he's gonna be really not so good.
Courtney, being the perfectionist he knows she is, is hosting a dance. Why? So she can confess her feelings, and when she looks back, it's gonna be a really good way to confess. And Wilbur's helping her, just for the sake for her. He would rather see her happy and him sad then her sad and him happy. Cause, that's what friends think when their in love with their friend's crush that probably likes their friend back.
The dance really is special, however. It's pretty(Wilbur helped with how it would look like, so he'll take credit for that), lots of people are coming(maybe even some others are confessing), and most of all, Courtney will be happy at the end of it all when she confesses. Cause Wilbur sees that at least one of the twins like her back, maybe even both(Wilbur hopes not). He knows that. And even if it's wrong, he's not gonna confess to Jared as that might bring up problems, even if the crush isn't Jared, she's gonna have to see Jared's brother again(if he feels the same way Wilbur does, though he doubts it. He barely even knows Jared and his head over heels already).
The dance is winter themed, as December is coming soon. There's fake snowflakes here and there, and just a lot of blue and white. It's kinda like the Yule Ball from Harry Potter, if you've seen that.
"Wilbur? Wilburrr?? Wilbur!" Courtney shouts at him, as Wilbur just opens his eyes to look at her. "Wilbur! You fell asleep while I was talking to you about the dance!" 'The dance? Oh, yeah. The dance.' Wilbur thinks to himself, "Sorry. I haven't had a good nights rest in a while." Courtney huffed, her blonde hair bouncing a bit, "Well, then! I'll make sure you get a good nights rest! I still need your help." Wilbur chuckled, "Of course, no problem. What did you want to say though?"
Courtney had smiled a bit before saying, "Can you bring some of your friends? Like Tommy!" Wilbur just raised his eyebrow. "If I bring Tommy he's gonna start drinking and I don't like that. If I bring Techno his going to walk out the door as soon as he steps not even a foot in. And Phil is no way coming, he's my dad." Wilbur explained, but Courtney didn't look pleased. "How about Schlatt? Or Eret? Or even both!" Wilbur sighed and looked away from Courtney. "I guess so." And Courtney's face lit up, "Great!"
They had talked a bit more till Wilbur had said his goodbyes, and so did Courtney. He went home and called Schlatt. "Schlatt!" "Wilbur." Schlatt had replied in a tried voice, "I'm just back from work, and I wanted to sleep but someone had to call me just as I was about to close my eyes." Schlatt said, his tried voice still there, "So, Wilbur, fuck you." Wilbur let out a dry laugh while Schlatt just pouted, "Ok, ok, Schlatt. But, can you come to the dance Courtney is hosting?" Wilbur asked, and silence was what followed. Until, "That's why you fucking called me?!" "Yes...?" Wilbur heard Schlatt sigh on the other side of the phone, "I'll fucking come, Wilbur Soot." And with that, Schlatt hung up.
Wilbur sighed as he put down the phone, and though it was just the afternoon, went to get a rest. After all, it had been a while since he had gotten a good nights sleep, even if it's not really at night.
...
The dance is tomorrow.
Wilbur has never been so scared and excited at the same time. Excited cause Courtney will confess, but scared as she might confess to Jared.
Wilbur doesn't even know Jared that much. They've had their 'hello's and 'goodbye's, but never really a conversation. Hell, Wilbur doesn't even have Jared's phone number, Wilbur, all this time, had just looked at Jared from afar. Jared had light brown hair, it was short, but it looked long enough to tie a tiny ponytail with it. Jared's rich brown eyes were mesmerising, Wilbur could look at them till he was starved and tired. Jared had mostly worn a black t-shirt that usually had patterns on it, he always paired them with blue pants, maybe even ripped jeans.
Enough about Jared, if Wilbur rambles on about him he's just gonna fall more in love, meaning it'll hurt more when Courtney confesses.
Right now, Wilbur's in his house, sitting in a chair next to a window while drinking a glass of water. It was half full, or some others say half empty, when he first drank it. Now, there's was about a quarter left in the glass. He really needs to stop thinking about this, doesn't he? It's weird, thinking abut kissing someone you've only met a few times. Maybe this is how love at first sight is like. But those stories tend to have happy endings, and Wilbur usually doesn't have those.
At least Schlatt's there, right? Though Schlatt can be a dickhead, he is kinda nice when Wilbur feels bad or is hurt. That's what Wilbur likes about Schlatt. He is an asshole, stupid and funny, and can always make you laugh so hard that tears spill out. But, he can be kind if he wants to, but that dickhead-ness is still there, even just a bit, but it's usually just to make you laugh a bit.
Schlatt'll help him, surely. Yeah, he will.
...
It's the dance, Wilbur's here with Schlatt.
Wilbur had come in with a nice black, cliché, coat with a white top, a tie to go with it. He also had black pants to go with it. He had an emerald bracelet, one matching the others he had in his family. Tommy had a ring, Techno had a hair clip with one attached on, and Phil had a pair of earrings. A sign of trust. But, Wilbur also had it for comfort, it reminds him that his family is always there with him. So, it's more of comfort than trust in this situation.
Schlatt came in with something that wasn't too formal. He was wearing a black sweater with some ripped jeans, wearing a New York hat(like the ones the have 'N' and 'Y' but like they're on top of another? That stands for New York, right?).
That was fine though, as long as he was coming to the dance, Wilbur will be fine.
The entrance wasn't that grand, but the inside was. Most of the guests that came were amazed by it, to Wilbur's relief(yes, he is still claiming credit for it). Schlatt had been semi-surprised, not amazed, but as being his friend for years Wilbur knows it's hard to amaze him just a bit. So, this 'semi-surprise' was enough for Wilbur from Schlatt.
Now, now, it was a dance, wasn't it? So, they had to dance with someone. And, being the people they are, just got a drink instead. There were nice little tables with blue table cloth(Wilbur picked them out), so they sat there. "Schlatt, you sure we shouldn't just dance as friends? We look as lonely as hell right now," Wilbur complained to Schlatt, though he really didn't care if the man said no or yes. "Hell no, Wilbur. You remember the last time we danced together? Everyone in High School thought we were gay!" Wilbur just huffed, "I'm bisexual, Schlatt." "Well, I'm straight! You remember those homophobic shits of bullies back then? They literally tried to convince the entire fucking school, dude!" Silence followed as Schlatt whispered the last line, "And the homophobic shits would always come back to me if that worked." "So, we're not dancing?" Schlatt looked up at him in shock and hit is arm, "OF COURSE NOT YOU SON OF A BITCH! I LITERALLY GIVE YOU THAT FUCKING LONG TALK AND YOU STILL FUCKING ASK ME THAT?!" Wilbur laughed while Schlatt just looked pissed out of his mind.
Wilbur looked at the crowd, and there was no Jared. Maybe Courtney wasn't in love with him.. then again, where is Courtn— oh. Wilbur felt his face drop, and Schlatt noticed. "Wilbur? You good?" Schlatt asked him as Wilbur looked at him with a sad smile, "Yeah.. yeah.." "Wilbur. Did someone you liked already have a dance?" Wilbur looked at him, the sad smile never leaving, as a tear dropped down his face. "Wilbur..? Do you need—?" Schlatt had put his arms out, finishing his sentence, 'Do you need a hug?', as Wilbur practically fell into them.
After some time with Wilbur crying into Schlatt and Schlatt holding him, Schlatt said, "That asshole. No one does that to you, lover boy." Wilbur just chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, okay." "Where are they? I need to find that dickhead and smash their head onto this hell of a floor." Wilbur huffed and took his head out to meet Schlatt's gaze, "No, I think Courtney took them. But, it's good right? She got what she wanted." Schlatt just held onto Wilbur tighter, "You're such.. I don't even know anymore." Schlatt stood up from his chair and looked down at Wilbur, "Do you wanna dance?"
Wilbur looked at him in shock, "But— you had one hell of a talk—" "No, no, I've changed my mind. Plus, this gives me a better look on who that dickhead is, alright?" Wilbur stood up and took Schlatt's hand, dancing on time with the music.
At the entrance of the place, a man with light brown hair and rich brown eyes arrives. His brown eyes scan the dance floor, as they land on someone with dark brown hair and a cliché black coat, dancing with another person with a black sweater. The man at the entrance bites his lip, as he thinks to himself,
'You missed your chance.'