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Sometimes I wonder if Greg ever loved me. He said he did.
He said, “Leslie, I love you,” But I think I always knew he was lying.
One day, I was innocently eating lunch with Greg, and he was acting totally normal. Then, this ugly ass cupcake showed up and Greg was all like,
“Hey I think we should break up,” and then he just left with this random cupcake off of the streets. I don’t even know what his name was, but I hate him for taking Greg away from me. Well, I did hate him. Then Wilson confessed to me.
It was just days after Greg broke up with me, and I was still suffering from heartbreak. Me and Wilson were in the library, probably pretending to study but not really, when Wilson lowered his voice.
“Leslie, I…I think it’s time I tell you something.” I looked up from my phone, where I was online shopping.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
He took a deep breath in, then said, “I love you.”
My heart exploded. I didn’t know until then that I loved him, too. Right when he said it, I knew. But I didn’t know how to say it.
“Wilson, I…”
“You don’t love me back, do you?” He asked, but before I could say no, he had gone.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. Why couldn’t I just say the simple phrase “I love you too.” ?
Then, my stupid ass made another mistake. I locked myself in the bathroom by accident.
I pounded my fists against the door. “LET ME OUT!” no one came to my rescue.
I slid down the door. I was never going to be able to tell Wilson the truth, because he was leaving for military camp THAT DAY. I cried on the floor. I deserved to sit in it.
I suddenly realized I needed to piss like hell, so I went into a stall and got my goddamn pot stuck in the toilet. Why? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
“WHO’S IN THERE!?!” A voice shouted from outside. I perked up with hope.
“IT’S ME! LESLIE! I GOT MY POT STUCK ☹”
They didn’t answer. The assholes just left. Jesus. I’m gonna be stuck here forever, I thought.
Then I heard the sound of something being shoved under the door. The hell?
Then the stall door banged open and it was Wilson.
I gaped at him, then just gushed, “Oh Wilson! I love you!” and he was like “I love you too Leslie!!” and then we started aggressively making out.
Outside the door I heard Gumball crying (I knew it was Gumball because of the specific way he cried) and Darwin was cackling maniacly (it was obviously Darwin cuz who else)
When I got home, I couldn’t stop smiling.