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Day 1
Quackity absolutely wasn’t one for romance. You could tell with one single conversation with him, he pushed and pushed away.
But somebody had managed to crack him.
That person was Wilbur Soot, the guitar guy.
He caught his eye at the first party he went to, when he played his guitar in the corner of the room for all the giggly, drunk people. No matter how hard Quackity tried, he couldn’t remember the song, too mesmerized with Wilbur’s beautiful fucking face.
It made him frustrated how much he blushed and stuttered around him, even if they weren’t the closest. Slowly, Wilbur integrated himself into Quackity’s friend group, which consisted of himself, Charlie Cicle, Karl Jacobs, and Technoblade, or Techno for short.
Quackity walked into MCYT High, silently cringing at the same, violently bright red and pink hearts and swirls of the same palette surrounding the halls. Advertisers were in the halls, asking people for money in exchange for chocolate, or flowers, but most importantly… Valentine's Day Dance tickets.
Everybody knows that the Valentines Day Dance is the most important dance in the whole school year, where only the most important of couples either; 1. Get together, or 2. Hook up behind the bleachers. Quackity tried his best, pulling down his beanie to mute out the yelling of the sellers, passing by them with ease.
At his locker, he noticed a person next to him, luckily, it was just Charlie. “Ah, Quackity!” He chirped as Quackity arrived. “Hey Slime,” Slime was a nickname formed by the two of them a long while ago, when they were in 6th grade, and they got in trouble for overflowing a sink with slime like goo in the lab.
Worth it! He remembers himself saying to Slime while they waited in the office. “I hate Valentine's Day, it’s so bright!” Slime whined, stomping his foot. Quackity nodded with agreement as Karl popped up behind Charlie, waving at both of them. “H-Hey guys!” Karl greeted.
He was a library assistant, which meant he was almost always holding some type of book. This time, it had a brown cover, with a red ribbon peeking out of the pages, acting as a bookmark. “Heya, Karl!” Charlie greeted. He tucked some curly hair behind his hair, before continuing, “I-I think Nick’s planning something for me…” he mumbled, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
Quackity rolled his eyes. “Obviously! Valentine's Day at the end of the week!” Quackity rolled his eyes, and Charlie smiled brightly. “He’s probably really romantic, isn’t he!” Charlie asked, and Karl chuckled. “You can say that,” He fawned over his boyfriend.
With that, Quackity punched the combination on his locker, and it clicked open. Opening his locker, he notices a small envelope dropped messily on his English book. “What the-”
Quackity slammed the locker shut as he heard a voice from behind him, “Hey guys,” It was Wilbur. “Are you guys planning to go to the dance on Friday?” Wilbur asked. “I mean, if there’s food, then I’m in!” Charlie licked his lips. “If Nick takes me, then yeah!” Karl added. Quackity quickly shoved the envelope in the back of his locker, taking his textbook out.
“What about you, Q?” He hated that nickname. Well, more specifically, he hated how much he liked being called Q. Only Wilbur calls me Q. Quackity commented to himself, before snapping back into the conversation, remembering the question he’d been asked.
“No, absolutely not. ” Quackity responded, and Wilbur frowned. “Why not, it’d be fun!” Quackity rolled his eyes at Wilbur’s logic. “Well it’d be fun for you because your guitar swoons all the ladies! If I were there, I’d just be depressed on the bleachers.” Quackity shrugged with a sigh.
“Oh please, you're being dramatic! Who wouldn’t like such a big man like you?” Wilbur joked, and he rolled his eyes once more, but didn’t say anything after that. “I’m gonna go find Nick now, c’ya!” With that, Karl scurried off in search of his boyfriend.
“I’m going to go get breakfast. Goodbye!” Charlie also waved goodbye. “Is Techno here today?” Quackity asked Wilbur, shoving the not-forgotten envelope into his hoodie pocket while Wilbur wasn’t looking. “No, he said he wasn’t feeling well. He should be fine by tomorrow, though.” Wilbur explained, and Quackity nodded.
“Alright, I’m gonna head to class,” Wilbur began to leave, before saluting with two fingers and saying. “I’ll see you later, Q!” With that, he disappeared down the hall. With one more scan around the hall, he confirmed nobody was around. He shoved the textbook into his bag, before pulling out the letter.
All it had was a “ :D ” in pen. Quackity gasped. “ No way in hell… ” Quackity thought, opening the letter carefully. “ To: Quackity HQ ” it continued. Opening the folded note all the way, Quackity read the text inside with confusion.
I’m not sure how, but you managed to catch my eye. Now I hope and wait for the day when I can catch yours, Quackity.
-Anonymous
It was. A fucking love letter. No, no, no, this wasn’t happening. Quackity took a deep breath, before shoving the letter into his back pocket, then leaving for class, before he was late.
Even with the surprise pop-quiz, Quackity couldn’t get the letter out of his mind. Throughout the whole day, AP Algebra, Social Studies, Lunch, Swimming, Coding, even the fucking walk home, the letter wouldn’t— couldn’t leave his thoughts.
Quackity had left class multiple times to, “use the restroom”, when in reality, he paced around in the stall while reading the letter again and again. “Stay calm,” Quackity told himself. “It’s a prank. It’s a joke, a fucking joke.” As much as it pained to think, he was likely right.
He’s never been much popular, and with the added snarkiness, he’s been the victim of bullying quite a bit. Sometimes, people harass him for just speaking. It wouldn’t be a surprise if the letter was a complete fake, thus, he went to sleep with an empty heart.
Day 2
Techno was back, and thank god. He needed someone to discuss this— or just talk about it with. While Charlie was one of his best friends, he was a big blabbermouth.
Techno was stoic and serious, only a few people, Quackity included, has cracked that stereotype, and let Techno be himself. It also helped that Wilbur was Techno’s twin brother.
“Hey Techno, I-I gotta show you something,” Quackity mumbled, fidgeting with his thumbs as they walked into the school together. “If you’re asking me to the dance, the answer is definitely nope. ” He popped the p, and Quackity rolled his eyes. “No— Why would you assume that?!” He screeched.
“I dunno, you seem sort of nervous.” Techno shrugged. They arrived at Quackity's locker, and he pulled out the letter from yesterday, in its own special pocket to prevent it being tampered with.
“Look, I got a love letter yesterday.” Quackity shoved the note into Techno’s hands, face still burning with heat. “Ew, poetic.” Techno shivered, almost gagging, before giving it back to Quackity.
“Who do you think it is?” Quackity asked, before following with, “or do you think it’s just a prank?”
Techno shook his head. “No, it’s not a prank.” He commented. “How do you know?” Quackity asked. “It’s just— common sense,” He shrugged, “Bullies at this school are lazy fuckers, they can’t bother to make everything in that letter so romantic and poetic and stuff.” He explained, and Quackity nodded along, before looking at his locker.
“Thanks, this helped.” Quackity paused, punching the code into his locker once more. “Well, helped is an overstatement, more like helped me not freak out as much.” He shrugged, opening his locker.” Is there anybody you're hoping the letters are from?” Techno randomly asked.
“No.” He said, which was a fat lie. Techno could sense it, too “Fine, there’s one person, but you don’t wanna know.” Quackity replied. Techno shrugged it off, getting off of his back. Peeking inside, he noticed another note.
“TECH- Techno!” he almost screamed, as Techno peeked in with him. “Oh god-” he mumbled, as Quackity pulled out the letter, opening it carefully. “ To: Quackity HQ ” it said, just like last time. “C’mon, read it!” Techno urged him. “Since when were you interested?” Quackity chuckled. “I’m curious, shush.” Techno rolled his eyes, and Quackity opened the folded note…
Through all the hardships, the one thing constant in this world is my undying love for you. You are my heart and soul, my love.
-Anonymous
Quackity’s cheeks went a brighter red, but shoved the note into his locker, slamming it shut, as Wilbur approached them. He could practically feel his cheeks burning, you could probably burn an egg on it, if you wanted. “Hey guys,” he glanced at Quackity, “You good, Q? You don’t look so hot,” He wondered, tilting his head.
Quackity pressed his cold palms against his cheeks to calm the heat, before saying, “I never look hot, Wilbur.” It got a chuckle out of him, and the twins shared a glare that Quackity, no matter how hard he tried, couldn’t read. “Quackity, there you are!” Charlie appeared from the other side of the hallway, standing next to his friend proudly. “Hey Slime.” He mumbled, putting his palms against his cheeks once again.
“Oh, guys!” Karl appeared next, and when he stood next to Quackity too, the whole friend group was together. “Would you guys wanna go to that cafe across from the park afterschool?” Techno, out of all people, asked. Charlie gasped. “Yes, yes, yes! The hot coco’s amazing! ” He gushed. “I’m free,” Quackity shrugged, “Same!” Karl added.
“Sure, I don’t have any studying to do,” Wilbur decided too. “Alright then, let’s meet at one of the tables, kay?” Techno glanced at his twin, communicating yet another unreadable conversation with each other.
The highlight of his school day was passing by the band room, holding a folder, which was supposed to be delivered to a different teacher; just to hear Wilbur’s soft voice. His voice stood out, against everyones, and Quackity paused, just to listen.
He was singing the same, faint song he heard from him at the party he met him at. Something about that made Quackity go red, until the door opened, and another band kid glared at Quackity, then slamming it back shut. Quackity shrugged it off as best as he could and left without another word.
Now he sat at a circular 5 seater table. The whole group was there, chattering happily about who knows what while they all waited for their drinks. “So Quackity,” Wilbur’s elbow rested on the table, and his cheek was leaning on his palm. “Is water wet?” He asked, and Quackity tilted his head.
“No..?” He mumbled before Wilbur and Charlie cheered in victory. “This is what I get for zoning out for five seconds…” Quackity mumbled to himself, as their drinks were set onto the table. Quackity had gotten a smoothie, after discovering that the cafe they were at didn’t just serve coffee.
It was strawberry banana, a true classic. He got a thicker straw, since it took more to suck it up, and he glanced at Wilbur’s drink. “What drink do you have?” Quackity asked, setting his glass down. “ Tropical Peach! I know, very original.” Sarcasticness dripped from Wilbur’s tone, making Quackity not-so-quietly giggle.
“Can I try yours?” Wilbur then asked. Quackity stared at him for a second, before nodding. “Sure, but I’m trying yours.” He decided, and they switched drinks. Tropical Peach was a nice orange, and ignoring that they were very indirectly kissing, he enjoyed Wilbur’s drinks.
“Yours is fruity,” He commented. “I am fruity,” Karl bragged, and the whole group laughed.
After paying, they all took their drinks and went to the park, which was just across the street, luckily. Quackity stood on one of the benches, trying to finish his drink. There were a couple of kids playing, (not counting Charlie), while Karl, Techno, and Wilbur were attempting to climb onto the top of the monkey bars.
“M-Mister?” He heard a voice, before a hand tugged at the cloth of his cuffed jeans. It was a small kid, orange hair and a black hat, with a black jacket on. He looked extremely close to crying. “Oh god, are you okay?” Quackity put his drink down as kneeled down to the kid, who began to cry.
“M-My mama’s gone!” He sobbed, not even attempting to wipe away the tears he was spilling. “Shit,” Quackity mumbled, looking around. “What’s your name?” Quackity asked. “F-Fundy. Fundy R-Rivers.” Fundy explained, and Quackity picked him up, before going to the monkey bars, where everybody, including Charlie now, was.
“Guys, there’s a kid, I’m gonna take him to the police station–”
“Fundy, what’re you doing here!” Before he could finish, Wilbur jumped down, Techno following. “Do– Do you guys know Fundy?” Quackity asked. “Cousins, I believe.” Techno said. Wilbur held out his arms in front of Quackity, and trying his best to not collapse into Wilbur, he gave Fundy to him instead.
“I’ll call Aunt Clara.” Techno said, before going off to the side. Wilbur smiled sympathetically at Fundy, using his sleeves to wipe the tears off of his face. Quackity’s heart couldn’t help but race, staring at Wilbur’s soft smile.
Soon, a black van rolled to the park, and a red haired woman appeared, hugging Fundy as soon as she saw him. “Fundy!” She cheered, and Fundy hummed. She looked up at Techno, Wilbur, then Quackity.
“Thank you! I-I dunno how he managed to leave the house and get lost!” She sighed in relief. “No problem, Aunt Clara.” Wilbur smiled. “You should thank Quackity, he’s the one who found Fundy.” Techno explained, and Clara brightly smiled at Quackity.
“ I see which side of the family Wilbur got his smile from, ” Quackity thought, vaguely seeing Wilbur’s smile in Clara’s. “N-No problem, miss.” He mumbled.
Quackity looked behind him, seeing that Karl and Charlie were just watching the scene. “Alright Fundy, let’s get you home before I get a heart attack.” With that, Clara and Fundy then left the park.
“Quackity, can me and Charlie talk to you for a second—“
“ Charlie and I,” Quackity quickly corrected, before climbing onto the monkey bars.l, then letting his legs hang off of the edge. “Yeah?” Quackity asked. “Well, we have a question for you,” Karl explained. Quackity tilted his head.
“Do you like Wilbur Soot?” Charlie asked. Quackity’s cheeks reddened, before realizing that Techno and Wilbur were off to the side, probably talking about average twin things.
“O-Of course I do, he’s my friend!” Quackity replied nonchalantly,” Nono, I mean, do you love him?” Charlie followed. “We see the way you look at him, Quackity.” Karl shrugged.
…
“It’s that obvious?” Quackity muttered. “No, we just know. You're our friend, after all!” Karl explained. “Do you think he’ll ever feel the same?” Quackity then asked. “Honestly, I dunno. Wilbur’s really hard to read, especially when he’s around you.” Karl shrugged.
“But I believe in you, Quackity! You can swoon him no matter what! ” Charlie chirped. “Thanks, Slime.” Quackity sighed. With that, the three of them hopped down, then went to Techno and Wilbur.
“And I think—“ Wilbur paused when Karl tapped on his shoulder. “I’m gonna go home, Charlie’s riding with me.” Karl explained, with Slime nodding happily. “We’re getting picked up,” Techno added, and everybody glanced at Quackity.
“I’m just walking home.” He shrugged, before a loud honk from the entrance of the park interrupted him.
“Get in, you little shits!” A male voice yelled from the car. “Oh, that’s him.” Techno noticed. “Alright guys, I’ll see you later!” Quackity yelled as everybody headed off in different ways. He took out his phone and played a random playlist, one that spotify had suggested to him, before beginning his walk home.
He didn’t get far before feeling a few small taps on his shoulder. Taking off his headphones, he turned around. “Finally, I’ve been calling your name out for ages. ” It was Wilbur. “I thought you got picked up?” Quackity automatically asked. “Yeah, but I asked Phil if I could walk you home. ‘Roads are dangerous, you know,” Wilbur pointed out.
Quackity pocketed his head phones, and continued walking, the one difference was that this time, Wilbur was at his side. Thunder cracked from the distance, Wilbur slightly jumped. “The weather is worse than usual today,” Quackity pointed out, and Wilbur made a small hum in response.
Before Quackity could register it, a small raindrop landed on his cheek. Then another one. Then another one. Small patters of rain his hair and face, and he groaned. “Goddamn it.” He muttered, trying to adjust his beanie to cover most of his hair.
Unlike yesterday, Quackity was only wearing a mere t-shirt and jeans. Wilbur was safe at least, wearing a yellow sweater. “This sucks,” Quackity rolled his eyes, and Wilbur glanced at him. “I think we should hurry up, before we both get a cold or something–” Quackity barely registered Wilbur taking off his sweater, then handing it to Quackity. What the fuck.
“Here Q, it’ll help.” He smiled, and Quackity felt himself blush furiously. Pulling the sweater over his head, he relished how it was still warm. “...Thanks.” Quackity mumbled. “No problem, anything for a friend!” Wilbur chirped, and Quackity clenched his fists.
“I don’t want to be just your friend. ” He wanted to say, so, so badly. He took a deep breath, then responding with a hum.
Soon, they were back at Quackity’s house. He opened the door and waved goodbye to Wilbur, but before he could close the door–
“Hey Q?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you wanna go back to the cafe tomorrow?”
“But… We were just there?”
“I–...” Wilbur paused.
“I mean just the two of us. ”
Quackity’s heart almost skipped a beat.
“Yeah- I-I mean sure– I mean only if you want to!” he awkwardly replied.
“I’d love to. I’ll text you the time, alright? It’s gonna be later at night, though.” Quackity nodded with intent, trying his best to not sound too stupid. “Alright then, see you at school, Q!”
Wilbur disappeared after that, and Quackity only had one thought as he went to his room to change out of his soaking wet clothes.
“ I never gave his sweater back. ”
Day 3
After lots of contemplating, he finally decided to not give his sweater back. “He’ll probably forget, right?” Quackity hoped, covering Wilbur’s sweater with the sheets of his bed, hoping his dad wouldn’t ever see it.
On his walk to school with Techno, it was fairly quiet. “So uhm, you and Wilbur…” Quackity froze. “What about us ?” Quackity asked suspiciously. “Well, he straight out volunteered to walk you home before Phil could even greet us, so…” Techno shrugged, and Quackity paused.
“Uh- nothing’s going on between us, if that’s what you're wondering. I’d tell you, obviously.” Quackity shrugged off the question as he approached the locker. “ Please let there be another letter. ” He begged, to whatever god was out there.
Opening the locker, he noticed an envelope on top of a stack of textbooks. “Yes!” Quackity smiled, taking it out. He carefully opened it, taking out the letter.
I can’t help but write poems and songs about you. Sometimes, like now, I can’t help but think; Can I really adore you this much?
It’s magic, truly. Like you, Quackity.
-Anonymous
Quackity sighed at the letter, as he felt his cheeks redden once more. “Lemme see,” Techno said, looking towards the paper. “No!’ Quackity replied with a shit-eating grin. “Why not!” Techno asked, reaching over to try and snatch his letter.
Quackity dodged his hand, switching the letter to his other hand. “Just– Because!” He gave very valid reasoning. Techno grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer and finally grabbing the letter. “Loser,” He grumbled, reading the letter with one hand, using the one holding Quackity’s wrist to now keep him away.
“You ass!” Quackity whined. “Jesus, whoever wrote this is corny as hell. ” Techno pointed out, finally dropping the letter into Quackity’s free hand. Before Quackity could put the letter away, somebody appeared next to Techno.
That someone happened to be Wilbur.
Quickly hiding the letter behind his back, Quackity tried to wave at his friend/crush, but unluckily, his wrist was still being held onto still by Techno. “Hey~ Wilbur!” He tried acting it off, as Wilbur’s gaze settled on Techno’s hand on Quackity’s wrist.
“Did I… Interrupt something? ” He asked, with an almost fake sounding chuckle following afterwards. Techno quickly let go, almost gagging. “No– I swear!” Quackity laughed. Wilbur rolled his eyes at his twin and his friends disgusted look at the mere suggestion, but laughed it off.
“I-I should go soon, don’t wanna be late after all!” Quackity quickly shoved the letter back into his locker, then taking a random textbook from the stack. “Bye Techno, bye Wilbur!” With that, Quackity left, before the embarrassment could kick in.
“Why doesn’t he give me a nickname?” Wilbur rolls his eyes, leaning against the locker next to Quackity’s. “Everybody calls me Techno, idiot.” Techno rolled his eyes, they were really twins after all. “It’s– It’s different when he calls you Techno though!” Wilbur groaned.
Techno chuckled sarcastically. “Jealousy really isn’t a good look on you.” He scoffed. Wilbur clenched his fists and left…
Well, not yelling a small, “Bye Techno!” before leaving (out of anger, of course).
The school day ended, and Quackity got changed, figuring that Wilbur would text him soon.
But he didn’t.
In fact, he didn’t even read his message, asking if they were still going. In that time. Quackity had eaten dinner and fallen asleep a tiny bit disappointed. “I guess he forgot.” He figured, drifting off to sleep.
Until he was woken up.
Specifically, by a whole folder of notifications from his phone. Lowering the brightness, he checked the texts.
Wilbur <3
Q
When are we going?
[5:32 PM]
Q:
Are we still going? It’s fine if something came up, lmao.
[8:43]
Wilbur <3
Alright, get up Q!
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GET THE FUCK UP
OR ELSE
[2:14 AM]
Quackity rubbed his eyes as Wilbur fucking called him…
He still answered anyway.
“What the fuck, Wilbur!” Quackity whisper-screamed into his phone. “Q, about time you answered!” Wilbur argued in response, like he wasn’t the person who woke him up at 2 in the morning. “A-Are we still going-” Wilbur interrupted him, “Yes we’re still going to the goddamn cafe! Now hurry up!” With that, Wilbur hung up, and Quackity sat on his bed, looking at the blank screen.
He got up, taking off Wilbur’s sweater, then setting it off to the side. Quackity quickly changed into a pair of baggy sweatpants, blue t-shirt, and a black beanie before leaving…
Oh wait.
His dad snored from the other room. He could be woken up really easily. He couldn’t just sneak out the front door, it’d wake him up!
Quackity glanced at the window, and before he knew it..
He was out. Quackity was suddenly grateful he had been taught how to roll, it eased the drop from his window. Then Quackity left for the cafe, which was luckily, nearby.
The streets were empty, save for the occasional drunk stumbling around, so Quackity could clearly see Wilbur at the entrance of the cafe. Quackity ran over. “Wilbur, why the fuck did you not tell me it was going to be 2 AM when we left?!” Quackity screamed.
Wilbur didn’t answer, instead shoving a hot drink, not hot enough to burn Quackity’s fingers, into his hands. “There, since it’s late.” Wilbur smiled. He grabbed Quackity’s hand, pulling him past the cafe. “Honestly, the cafe was a lure,” He admitted, leading him up a big hill, where a classic looking picnic blanket was laid out.
“I wanted to take you to a meteor shower instead,” He smiled, and Quackity looked up at the sky, seeing the bright stars shimmering. “This– This is beautiful, ” Quackity pointed out with a wide smile. It infected Wilbur, making him smile just as brightly. They both sat down, leaning against the trunk of a tree next to the blanket.
“It’s starting!’ Wilbur looked up at the sky, Quackity’s eyes following. The sky lit up brighter than Quackity could even imagine, shooting meteors spreading through the sky like the sun had risen.
But the sun’s right next to me, Quackity pointed out, as his forearm pressed against Wilbur’s. “W–What is it called?” Quackity blurted.
“The meteor shower?” Wilbur asked, and Quackity hummed. “Aphrodite’s Blossom. It’s weird, I know.” Wilbur pointed out. Quackity clicked his tongue as it ended, the sky dimming back to normal.
“That was… Amazing. How did you know about it?” Quackity asked. “Techno told me about it, since he’s interested in Greek Mythology.” Wilbur explained. “Can I… Tell you something?” Quackity paused.
“Yeah, go for it, Q.” Wilbur responded. Wilbur could probably feel the warmth that radiated off of Quackity’s red cheeks. “There’s been somebody that’s been slipping notes into my locker. Love notes. ” Quackity explained, and Wilbur paused.
“It’s romantic, sure. It’s so so nice, but I… I dunno what to do. I want to know who they are. B-But even if I do, there’s…” Quackity froze as he and Wilbur made eye contact. Looking off to the side, he mumbled, “There’s somebody else. That I like.” He shrugged.
“Who is it?” Wilbur automatically asked. “I-It’s this guy from another school,” He lied, blatantly. Quackity was never the best liar, but it seemed like Wilbur fell for it. “I-I don’t know what to do.” He muttered, pressing his knees up to his chest tightly.
“I think you should wait,” Wilbur pointed out, “Why though?” He then asked, “Well, what if the person who’s writing those letters, what if you like them more, than the other one? You’ll need to choose eventually, right?” He shrugged.
“You're right.” Quackity nodded, “I’ll wait,” He sighed. “Should we… Go home? It’s pretty late.” Wilbur chuckled, and Quackity playfully rolled his eyes. “Sure, I guess,” Quackity shrugged. He got up, helping Quackity up as well.
“Also, before I go,” Wilbur added. Quackity nodded. “Do you wanna know why they call it Aphrodite’s Blossom?” Wilbur tilted his head.
Quackity licked his surprisingly dry lips. “W-Why?” He chuckled, trying to ease the tension between them. Wilbur stepped towards Quackity, “Because legends say,” another step, and Quackity stepped back to give him more space, for his back to be pressed against the tree bark.
“Whoever kisses after the shower will be blessed to find the love of their lives, even if it isn’t each other.”
Quackity could barely register the warmth pressed against his lips, before realizing it was Wilbur. WILBUR. He couldn’t help but enjoy the short kiss as Wilbur put a hand on Quackity’s waist. “ Even if it isn’t each other. ” Those words popped into Quackity’s head as Wilbur’s lips left his.
“Now we’ll both find our true loves,” He hummed, before leaving Quackity against the tree, alone. “See you at school!” He had heard that line before, but it was different this time.