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"𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗶 𝗱𝗼"
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as wilbur and y/n continued talking in the cafeteria, people started filing in.

juniors and seniors all are together, since they wanted to take less time so they had study hall.

stupid, i know.

"y/n! y/n!" tubbo yelled as he ran towards their table, his hair being pushed back by the wind as he ran.

his eyes were in view now, which were always being hidden by his long and curly bangs.

"tubbo! you need a haircut..."

"ranboo said it looked fine!"

"ranboo's a liar, tubbo."

y/n suddenly felt a hand grip the top of her head, putting a light pressure on it.

"what'd you'd say about me." ranboo said as he shook her head playfully and moved to sit down.

"so, who's eating the...meatloaf today?"

crickets.

"all right. i'm gonna ask phil if i can order something."

"y/n! woo!" they cheered as she pushed their heads and went to phil's office.

"y/n! wait!" she heard as she started walking towards the office. she whirled around and spotted the table next to her's, and she saw quackity frantically waving.

she smiled, jogging over and leaning on his table.

"hey quackity, watcha got today?" quackity took his bat man lunch box(he only got it for shits and giggles) and pulled out her favorite drink and a blue lollipop.

y/n grabbed it and smiled at quackity, making him smile back and gain a deep red on his face. he enjoyed seeing her smile.

"i love you so much."

"i guarantee i love you more. i'd marry you, i'd give birth to kids for you-" he rambled on but she laughed and cut him off.

"thanks big q, but i'm gonna go order food. you want something?"

"uhhhh....mcdonald's sprite. shit taste like cocaine but liquid form."

"you actually put it in words... anyways, gotta blast!" she skipped off and arrived at the door, of the office.

there's a formula with the crew boys. quackity and callahan are nice by themselves. don't interact with them when they are with the rest of the group. karl can be decent if you try hard enough with him. and laugh at his jokes. the three that people call the dream team however are insufferable little shits no matter what.

anyways, back to the sprite mission.

"go away y/n!"

"how'd you- "

"never mind. just hurry up with what you want."

y/n swung open the door to see phil tiredly scanning over paperwork.

"phil can i order mcdonalds?"

"i don't care. i'm busy so make it quick."

"oh....i'm sorry philza." y/n kinda frowned at the poor man who leaned over the work, tiredly. he just wanted money so he could get his wife everything she wanted.