mcyt || one shots

choice || wilbur [pt 2 of watching]

"it's been you all along, y/n."

[ continuation of my 'watching' chapter !! read that first or else :) ]

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'she cheated.'

that was all it took for me to start driving to his house. ice cream tubs in hand i called him, only to be met with the voicemail we recorded together.

"hello! sorry i can't pick up the phone, i'm probably busy-" his voice started, only to be interrupted.

"PLAYING MINECRAFT!" my voice shouted from a distance, "y/n shut up!" his giggles filled my empty car. the voicemail ended, a single beep sounded before i pressed end.

a heavy sigh escaped my lips.

he adored vee. no not only adored, she was his world. it wasn't a surprise that he didn't answer my calls. at first i didn't know how to react to the news. in all honesty, i still liked wilbur. somehow i felt like that feeling was never going to go away. so, of course, as any crush would feel i was at least a little glad.

sorry wilbur.

i put the thought aside as his house came to view. even the view of it radiated a gloomy vibe, the bright tones of the walls and colourful flowers not helping in cheering the mood. it was like it was only a reminder on how happy he was with vee before.

knocking on the door, faint footsteps shuffled on the other side. the sight of him made my heart ache.

he looked different to say the least. his lively brown eyes were now emotionless and empty, the beanie on his head threatening to fall down any minute. not to mention his untamed hair. it hadn't even reached a day, and he looked miserable.

"wilbur," i dropped what i had in my hands to the ground, embracing him in a tight hug. "you look horrible."

a dry laugh escaped his lips, "not really what you say to start a conversation."

i grinned sadly, "sorry." i let go of him, grabbing the now scattered objects on the floor. i shrugged the ice cream in his direction, "i got your favourite."

a small smile settled on his cheeks, "i hoped you did."

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it had been two months now.

he was better. i hung out with him almost everyday, recovering all the times we couldn't when he was married with vee. today in particular we went to the beach.

"hurry up wilbur! you're taking longer than i did." i shouted into the distance as wilbur hurried over from the car, a rolled picnic mat in his hand, together with a duffle bag filled with extra clothes in case we decided to get wet.

"coming ma'am!" he teased, now jogging towards me. he gestured towards the bag he was holding, "you know, maybe you could help me with this."

"nah, i'm doing a pretty great favour already by making sure you don't drown." i said as i lead the way. i could practically hear his eyes roll.

"you're so annoying sometimes." he grumbled as he shuffled in the sand, getting some in his sandals. "no, now there's sand in my shoes!"

i groaned, turning to face him. "we're at the beach wilbur, it was bound to happen at some point." he shook his leg violently, trying to get the sand out.

"wilbur, if any sand gets near me-" my warning was cut off by his sandal flying off his foot, the sand exploding in the air.

"oh no." he breathed out, looking at me with wide eyes. i wiped at my forehead, sand particles falling off together with the movement.