☾︎ - Kᴜᴜᴍᴀᴛ Tᴀsᴋᴜᴛ - ☽︎ [ Schlattbur Book ]

☾︎• 𝘗𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 •☽︎ ғʟᴜғғ

𝘗𝘰𝘝 : 𝘑.𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵 ༄

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I've been thinking about it and I think I'm ready to risk it . . .

Me and Wilbur have been friends for as long as I can think. We had our ups and downs, but now it's literally just a chaotic mess.

I had a crush on him for a year now and it's always been pretty difficult to not just spill out the bean and get over with it. Now, I'm going to end this constant inward torment and get it all out. I don't know if he's going to be fine with it or be repulsed. I just hope our friendship will stay intact no matter what . . .

I just got out of my little shopping walk. It was 2p.m and the yellow sunlight was a blessing to me. I enjoyed walking in the park, but the past couple of days were only grey clouds and rain. I was leaning against the bridge's barrier, gazing at the shiny water, and the small fishes wiggling around. Thinking about Wilbur happened regularly, I mean, more often than usual. I guess I'm just missing the gorgeous face and the sweetest voice you can hear.

That's when I spot a certain Brit walking up to me.

« - Hey J.Schlatt ! My dude, how are you doing ? »

« - Good . . . But aren't you supposed to be at a family meeting today ? »

« - Hehe . . . Yea, but I rather spend time with you then with my shitty family. »

For some reasons, what he had said gave me hope that he might like me back. But I know that he despises his family. So skipping a family event to hangout with his only friend is a better option then two hours of awkward silence.

« - At this point, your family must think you're dead ! You haven't attended their dinners since you moved out of there. »

« - Yea, but I guess I'm not dead enough because they still send me invitations every year. »

« - Pfft— You're such an idiot. I never understood why you hate these guys so much.  »

« - Well, let's just say they're not really interesting to talk to . . . What have you been doing in your free time lately ? We haven't seen each other for a while. I'm sorry I was so busy. I want to hang out more. »

« - Meh, it's fine, anyways I haven't done anything interesting lately . . . But if you want . . . We could hangout right now ! Anyways, I was thinking about going to your house to meet up. »

As the words spilled out my mouth, a huge grin grew on his face. He genuinely looked happy, but he also looked thoughtful. Before I could observe him more, he reached a hand out to my wrist and started dragging me with him somewhere. We soon passed the park and anywhere that we usually hung out. That's when we reached a forest.

« - Wil' ? Where are we going ? »

He didn't answer me, but before I could ask again, we came to a stop in a small clearing surrounded by tall trees. They were also multiple different sorts of plants and flowers. They varied from red, to blue, to yellow. It was beautiful. We could also hear birds singing beautiful songs but with lyrics that none understands.

« - It's . . . Beautiful, Wil'. »

« - Yeah . . . I like to go there when I have too much stuff on my chest . . . But I thought you might like it and I wouldn't mind having someone I trust come at my safe space. »

I admired the natural beautifulness that surrounded me and the brit. I could hear the sound of the wind blowing into the leaves.

Wilbur sat down and gestured a hand for me to follow his action. So I sat down on the grassy ground. Suddenly, a couple of colorful butterflies flew out of the grass, as I sat, and that's when I remembered my plan.