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The smell of gym mats and floral perfume mixed with purple lighting was enough for just a little bit of sensory overload for Wilbur.
The gymnasium was completely cleared out of students save for Wilbur and Quackity who were left to clean up the mess of confetti and red solo cups, as was their job as members of the schools party planning committee. Wilbur was taking off streamers hanging from the ceiling while Quackity was throwing out paper plates.
”I never really saw you tonight, did you have fun?” He heard Quackity ask from the other side of the room as Wilbur moved the fold out chair he’s been standing on to reach the streamers out his way so he could throw them away. “Was fine I guess, I didn’t have a date so I sorta hung out by the snack bar.” He glanced over to Quackity, “Did you have a date?”
Quackity shook his head, “No, I just went with my friends as a group.” That caught Wilbur off guard, “You didn’t get a date? You’re really popular there’s no way!” “Well I got asked by some people but I didn’t know them all that well.” Wilbur frowned, “If it makes you feel better nobody asked me.” He heard Quackity gasp from the other room, “You’re lying.” “I’m not?” “But you’re so handsome! Especially in your suit there’s no way nobody asked you!”
Wilbur felt his face heat up, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in Quackity just a little bit. He was attractive and was really funny, he made math class something to look forward to because he just sort of gazed at him from across the room instead of paying attention to their teacher.
”You should have asked me to dance when you had the chance then.” “I wanted to but I didn’t see you!” Wilbur laughed nervously, he took a sip of some leftover punch to calm himself down, it was lukewarm and didn’t taste very good.
”I’m not joking y’know? I would have liked to dance with you.” Quackity wasn’t cleaning anymore, instead he was just looking at Wilbur from across the room with a trash bag in his grip as the gold buttons on his navy blue suit would gleam whenever the light from the still spinning disco ball hit them. “Y-Yeah um, likewise.” Wilbur’s voice cracked a bit, it was embarrassing.
He looked back to his cup of fruit punch, about to take another sip until he heard slow music come on over the speakers, he looked over and Quackity was at the DJ booth looking back at him with gorgeous brown eyes that Wilbur would daydream about losing himself in during math.
”We could dance together if you’d like to Wilbur.” Quackity fiddled with the gold buttons on his sleeves as Wilbur nodded his head quickly, they met in the middle of the gym, an awkward teenage mess of trying to figure out where to rest their hands and trying not to step on each others shoes before settling into a comfortable rhythm.
Quackity’s arms snaked around Wilbur’s neck and Wilbur’s hands on Quackity’s waist, the fabric of his dance partners suit was soft and undoubtedly expensive compared to Wilbur’s that he found for fifteen dollars in the back of a thrift store that still smelled a little funny despite having washed it three times.
”You’re pretty.” Wilbur mumbled in an attempt to fill the silence between the two, “You’re pretty too.” it was awkward.
They were awkward.
Quackity pushed Wilbur’s head down gently so their foreheads rested against each other, faces so close that Wilbur could feel Quackity’s breath tickle his nose, he stopped moving and moved his right had up to cup Quackity’s face nervously, “Can I- um-“ Quackity put his hand over Wilbur’s mouth.
”Yeah, yeah you can kiss me.”
A lazy day, Wilbur sprawled out on the couch looking at the sun rays of the afternoon poke through the blinds as Quackity walked in the living room and flopped on top of Wilbur’s back, Wilbur gently elbowed him off before sitting up properly.
”You’ll break my back one of these days and I don’t mean that as a funny sex joke.” Quackity giggled before wrapping his arms around Wilbur’s waist, “What’s my beautiful boyfriend making me for dinner?” Wilbur stretched his arms, feeling his elbows make a satisfying pop he responded with “Nothing, we can have a nice bowl of cereal and call it a day.”
Quackity cupped Wilbur’s cheek and turned his head so Wilbur could see a visible frown on his boyfriend’s face, “But I want pasta.” he drawled. “But I don’t want to make dough.” Wilbur yawned at the end of his sentence, “We have boxed pasta.” “Baby we have Kraft macaroni and cheese.” “I want macaroni and cheese then.” he whined out, Wilbur couldn’t help but let a smile creep up on his face.
”Ok I’ll make you macaroni.” Quackity smiled wide and peppered kisses all over his face before setting one long and sweet one on Wilbur’s lips to which Wilbur shyly pulled away from, “You can’t kiss me I have a cold sore.” “It’s pride month and you won’t let me kiss you why are you homophobic.” “I’m not homophobic I just don’t want you getting a cold sore too.” “I’d get a million cold sores for gay rights.” Wilbur rolled his eyes and let his boyfriend kiss him again.
Dinner was done right when the sun finished setting, he set the two bowls of pasta on the kitchen island where Quackity sat on one of the two stools scrolling on his phone.
“Hey Will tell me if you recognize this.” Quackity pressed play on a slow and romantic sounding song, the kind you’d hear at a highschool dance. “Is this the song from prom night?” “It’s the song from prom night.” there was a wide smile on Quackity’s face as Wilbur chuckled and sat on the other stool next to him.
”We should make this our wedding song, y’know for our first dance thing.” “I thought you wanted our first dance to be the song from Howl’s Moving Castle?” Quackity paused and looked up before looking back to Wilbur “Can we have two first dances at our wedding?” Wilbur laughed, “Yeah, we can have as many first dances as you like.”