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Wheatley strolled up to Spacey with a nervous expression on his face. His hands were behind his back, hiding both the bouquet of flowers and the flashcards he had brung to the occasion. His heart was beating faster than ever before which would be worrying if he wasn't so focused on the man in front of him.
He took a deep breath as he revised his lines in his head. He had spent so long writing, correcting, rewriting, revising, etc. that he was wishing on something, anything for it to go well. Even if a plane crashed nearby, it would still go well.
Wheatley's shoulders tensed as he hesitated. For some reason, he couldn't find his voice. All he needed to do was get Spacey's attention and he was failing at that miserably. He sneakily walked away to try and compose himself, luckily succeeding.
A few minutes later, he wandered up to Spacey again, who still didn't notice him. Wheatley coughed to hopefully get his concentration away from the paper he was aggressively writing down on. Nothing. He tried again. Not even a flinch.
Wheatley's face changed to a sad expression. His body slumped and his arms fell down to reveal the items he had hoped to hide. If Spacey wasn't even going to notice him now, how was he going to notice him in the future?
With a deep sigh, he began to trudge away, given up. Wheatley was already thinking about what he was going to do with the flowers before he heard a, "Oh hi!"
Wheatley snapped around. He was met with a wide, smiling face and curious golden eyes staring in confusion. The shock of actually getting noticed made him choke on nothing. Literally.
He coughed several times. That was when he realised the flowers and flashcard were on full show. At that point, he straightened his posture, once again hiding the items. He opened his mouth to speak the exact words he had prepared beforehand.
"Hey there, mate. You are.. Spacey? Yep. Spacey. Can see it on your badge there. I'm Wheatley. Actually, Wheatley is my second name. But I hate my first name. Is that normal to give your second name instead of your first one? I don't know. Anyways! So uh, what.. are you doing... right now?"
That must have been the most terrible introduction in the entire planet. Wheatley just wanted something, anything to interrupt their conversation so he could escape before anymore words were exchanged. Before he had a chance to humiliate himself more.
Instead of laughing, or mocking, or even rolling his eyes and ignoring he man, Spacey's eyes sparkled with a sense of excitement. His smile widened and his hands subtly shook as he started to ramble.
"Space! I'm going to space soon! For.. 4 weeks! 4 weeks!! All up there in space with just 3 other people. I've always wanted to go to space and now I can! I'm so excited."
That joyous expression he had made Wheatley's face burn with scarlet blush. He gaped dumbly at the sheer happiness he was witness by just one person. It took several moments for his head to form some sort of comprehensible thought.
"G-going to space? Wow uh. That's.. that's great, innit? Right? Yeah. It is. I bet you'd be.. uhm- star-ning!"
Someone push him off this building before he does it himself. That must have been the absolute WORST thing he could have ever said to try and save himself.
However, Spacey just gasped, asking, "You think so?"
"Yeah! I mean, you're practically perfect for the job!"
Spacey beamed. He dashed out of his chair and gave Wheatley a hug that left him winded. He took several breaths to try and regain himself as Spacey celebrated. When Wheatley noticed just how merry he was, he thought his face was going to combust with how hot it was.
"Yippee!! Wait, what are those?" He asked unexpectedly, pointing at the bouquet.
Wheatley's mind bluescreened as he tried to think of a reason to explain. No lie would magically form no matter how hard he tried. With a sharp inhale, he offered the flowers to Spacey. In a meek voice, he said, "it's for you.."
He wasn't even sure Spacey heard him until he felt the shorter man hugging him again, this time, Wheatley didn't have two things to hold.
"Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!"
Wheatley thought he was going to liquefy into a blushing substance if Spacey kept being so adorable like this.
"Y-you're welcome, mate. I uh.. I actually wanted to tell you s-something else-" Wheatley said as swiftly as possible
"Yeah?"
The Brit hesitated. Was he really going to do this now?? Right before Spacey left for, how long did he say? 4 weeks?! Was he insane or something??
"Ok so I actually have seen you for a while now but I've just been too nervous to go up to you and chat with you! I'm not a creep by the way! I've just been really REALLY interested in you and I don't know if it's love or not but will you go out with me?" He managed to ramble in one breath.
After he was done, his squinted his eyes closed. He waited there as if preparing for the mocking laughter, the sound of disgust from the other man as though he was the weirdest thing to ever exist.
Instead, a kiss was place to he side of his mouth, which prompted him to gawk at Spacey with wide eyes. The other man beamed at Wheatley's flabbergasted expression.
"Tomorrow? 8pm? In front of here."
It took Wheatley several seconds to realise what he meant. At which point he nodded, and said, "y-yeah! I.. I can m-make it."
With another kiss, this time on the cheek, Spacey replied, "see you then!"