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Realistically when you have three pages of Calculus homework you would do it before its due right? Common sense really. But that wasn't Wilbur's style. Instead he sat on his bed, guitar in hand as he strummed at the lump of wood and wrote down new lyrics. He had a B in the class, he could risk not turning it in, after all he never would need Calculus when he became a big musical star- hopefully. His long slender fingers strummed the guitar for what felt like seconds before he heard the familiar noise of a window opening and one sided arguing. His neighbor was probably going at it again with his boyfriend-
His neighbor being George.
Wilbur slowly set down the guitar as to eaves drop easier, could he really hear what was happening? Not really but nonetheless he wanted to know. After all he was head over heels for the boy next door. It wasn't like they were strangers. They’d live next door to eachother since they were five, went to the same school basically their entire lives and even used to be best friends. Wilbur even remembers the days Georges older sisters would force the boys to wear stupid tutu’s and the hours they'd spend playing and trading pokemon cards. But his most treasured memory was when they were thirteen and fourteen respectfully and the boys came out to eachother Wilbur as bi sexual and George as gay, even giving eachother their first kisses. Wilbur can still remember the way George trembled as their lips were brought together- but after that summer they stopped talking.
There was no drama, no fight just weren't the same kids as before. They joined different cliques, no longer being on the same side of the social latter. George had grown into himself, signing up for cheerleading and quickly becoming one of the most popular people at their rinky dink little highschool. The boy was definitely the prettiest person at the school easily putting even the girls to shame with his fluffy dark brown hair and almost black eyes, perfect teeth, and a body to die for that he always wore trendy clothes not giving two shits about any gender roles.. Plus his personality was just as good, he was funny and smart- and Wilbur was- well the opposite.
He was your resident Band Geek, President of the Theater Club, and treasurer of the DND Club. A real eye catcher with his messy curly brown hair he always hid under a beanie, and always wearing some kind of oversized sweater and his personality? He was probably one of the most awkward people on the planet.
If they saw eachother in the hallways there would be a little wave every once in a while but- never anything more. Wilbur at this point was ignoring his lyrics as he watched the boy pace around his room yelling into his phone. Probably talking to Dream.
Clayton Dream. SMP’s very own football star, gorgeous green eyes blonde hair a body carves by apollo himself, and the personality of a twat. He was a complete ass to anyone he deemed below him so lets just saw him and Wilbur dont get along especially after Wilbur ratted on him for cheating in AP History. But Wilbur mostly ratted because of jealousy. Why was he jealous? Oh because George and Dream were dating. They'd been together since the end of Sophomore year, and Wilbur's been jealous the entire time. But not so much as of late, especially considering what he was witnessing was becoming a almost daily occurrence. George pacing his baby blue bedroom yelling on his phone to the guy who was supposed to love him.
Wilbur watched as George would suddenly throw his phone in the direction of what he assumed was a bed and sit at the desk in front of his window hiding his face in his hands. Wilbur would squint watching him. They weren't close enough anymore for him to just go to his house and ask what was wrong or what happened- it just wasn’t his business, but the twinge in his chest told him he had to do something. Wilbur glanced down at the lyrics he had written and let out a deep exhale reading the words over and over again in his head
‘’You Belong with me ‘’
Wilbur finally grabbed a blank sheet of paper and jotted down on the paper and walking to his window that was across from his tapping his finger on the window over and over
‘ ‘ YOU OKAY ? ‘’
George’s attention would be caught after a moment as he looked up reading the words on the paper scrunching up his face before a wide eyed expression of embarrassment would take over his sad face and he ducked away-
‘ good going will you scared him away ‘ Wilbur would think to himself as he sighed looking down disheartened- before he too heard the tapping. Looking up Wilbur would see that George had written his own note
‘ ‘ Tired of Drama. ‘ ‘
Wilbur would send him a half smile and write away at a new sheet of paper
‘ ‘ SORRY : ( WHATS UP ? ‘ ‘
Wilbur could see that unfamiliar smile appear on Georges pale face as he looked down to his desk. Wilbur could only imagine why Dream and George were fighting. At school everyone thought they were a dream couple ( no pun intended ) almost snogging in the corners and eating lunch together- but Wilbur felt almost perverted knowing what it really was like- well to an extent.
‘ ‘ Dream’s been stupid over protective. He doesn’t like the way I’m talking to his friends ‘ ‘
Wilbur would shoot a look of disgust and quickly hide it with a nod and a shrug of his shoulders which George would copy.
‘ ‘ SORRY ‘ ‘
Wilbur didn't know how to respond- well he did. He wanted to write how George deserved better. Someone like him- well maybe not him. But George wasn't the kind of guy to cheat. He deserved someone who trusts him. And Wilbur would. Wilbur would look down at the paper and flip it over writing three words on it and look up-
Georges blinds were closed and his lights turned off. Wilbur felt his heart stop for a moment as he let out a groan holding the note to his window
‘ ‘ I LOVE YOU. ‘ ‘
Wilbur crumbled up the paper throwing it to the side of his room as he went back to his bed and starred at his Lyric book. “Oh fuck I got it.” He said allowed and grabbed the book and began to jot down
‘ ‘ You're on the phone with your boyfriend, he’s upset
He’s going off about something that you said
'Cause he doesn't get your humor like I do
I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music he doesn't like
And he’ll never know your story like I do ‘ ‘
Wilbur nodded as he glanced back at George’s window a sad side smile on his face as he leaned over setting his notebook on his bedside table and grabbing his phone from the pocket of his sweatshirt and opening his spotify app looking through it- “Oh fuck yeah.” He said as he clicked the song and the music would fuel the room.
Lucky for Wilbur his mum wasn't home, she worked late as a ER nurse so he basically cranked his music loud as he wanted whenever he wanted.
‘ Huh, yeah, woo
Hey yeah, huh
Ooh yeah, uh huh, yeah
I wanna dance ‘
as the music filled the room Wilbur would get off his bed and start moving it to the music dancing around his room practicing for the day he was in Madison Square Garden with hundreds of people yelling his name- this was almost a daily occurrence for Wilbur. His daily affirmations was him dancing and singing to music way to loud
‘ ‘ Oh, I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me ‘ ‘
Wilbur was half way through his concert before he looked towards the mirror seeing-
Oh fuck George
Wilbur would then fall to the ground his 6’5 frame hitting the ground with a loud slam before he slowly moved up seeing George’s at this point opened his window and was half way hanging out of it. Wilbur would bite his lip with embarrassment as he sat up opening his own window.
“I always wondered what it was you did blasting your music that loud.” George would call to him from the other house. Wilbur would just snicker shaking his head “I usually keep my blinds shut-“ he would mutter obviously embarrassed. “I know I’m almost disappointed I haven't seen it before.” George would say as he looked Wilbur up and down raising an eyebrow “Hey. Do you uh. Drive to school?” George would ask.
What kind of question is that? Wilbur has a license yes- but his mom has the car. So as embarrassing as it is Wilbur normally either one takes the bus or has his best friend Tommy take him to school- the sophomore. So yeah he prefers the bus. “I take the bus actually.” Wilbur would say with a shrug “My mom has the car usually.” George would nod a few times “Well, i can take you tomorrow, ya know if you want. It could give us time to catch up.” Wilbur swore he felt his heart stop. God he should have done something like this forever ago “Uhm- yeah! Yeah that'd be great!” Wilbur shouted- maybe to loud. George would just giggle “Bet. Just come over here whenever I got you.” George would then sink back into his room shutting his window and dipping behind the curtains.
Wilbur at this point was trembling as he slammed his window shut and yanked his curtains closed. “holy shit-“ he muttered covering his mouth with his hand his face at this point a deep shade if crimson. To say embarrassed was a understatement- but holy shit was it worth it. Wilbur would suddenly crash onto his bed and pause his music shutting his eyes tight ready to sleep before it hit him-
George is colorblind. George can't drive.