Wilbur was sulking. Like he had been for the last week. He couldn't get it off his mind. You see, his boyfriend George was on a trip. George never went on trips. So either something was wrong, or, well, Wilbur didn't know what else.
Things lately between him and George had been mostly arguing and ignoring each other. It drove Wilbur mad. He didn't know why they were acting like this, but for a while, their relationship had just been nothing but chaos.
What made the boy the saddest was the fact that George wouldn't let him touch him. There was no hand-holding, no cuddling, nothing. Wilbur just wanted to hug his boyfriend. Is he not allowed to do that anymore?
He asked George where he was going on the trip and what he was doing but he got no response. The way he found out was Twitter. He had opened the app hoping to distract himself, but instead, he saw clips after clips of George and Dream laughing their asses off from the same room.
His shoulders dropped, his heart dropped, his whole being dropped.
Wilbur's POV
Oh, oH, OH. I get it. I closed Twitter and looked for George's contact. I clicked call and waited. After three rings he did.
"George do you hate me?" He let out his cute surprised noise.
"Why would you think that Wil?" I huffed.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because all we do anymore is argue and ignore each other. And maybe the fact that you left, to go on a trip, which you never do, and I had to find out through Twitter about how you met up with Dream?!"
I took a deep breath.
"So I'll ask again, do you hate me, George?" He went silent.
"Uh.." I shook my head.
"That's what I thought. We're done, George." I hung up.
3rd POV
The boy broke down. He cried for hours. He never thought they would end up here. Oddly enough, after he dried his eyes of water, he felt the overwhelming need to write something, so he did what he does best. He wrote a song.
Time Skip
He and George had not told fans about their relationship, so before he streamed, he contemplated whether or not he should change the pronouns. He decided against it. He likes to be authentic.
He pressed the start stream button and waited for everyone to filter in. He had announced that he was going to stream briefly to sing his song, he hadn't recorded it yet, but he still wanted to show it off.
Once they were all there, including his friends, and Clay because the man had no idea about Wilbur and George, Wilbur sighed. He had prepared himself for this, but it was much different when he was actually about to do it.
He sighed again.
"Hello, so I have written a new song, based on something that had recently happened to me. So I guess I'll just start." He slowly started to strum.
All the sadness that he had felt was gone. He was just angry now.
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Fanfic!! THIS BOOK IS UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING !! There will not be any more new chapters until I've finished editing what is already here. I have some free time occasionally, and I really love to write so I decided to do this. You can request mostly anyt...
