Why Are You Here?

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The night started off as usual, had dinner with his mom and brother, headed upstairs and began to play some Minecraft with his bro Wilbur. He didn't think anything of it, when he said that he was bored and Wilbur asked if he wanted him to come over he said yes, clearly joking. So why was Wilbur on a tree branch with his phone to his ear throwing rocks at his window. Schlatt was just sat in his swivel chair, phone also to his own ear, just staring dumbfounded at his friend. Then it hit him, he should probably let the fucker in. He stood up, phone still in hand, and opened his window. Wilbur just smiled.

"Hey." He was smiling as if it was completely normal to climb a tree and throw rocks at your best friends window.

"Wilbur.... What the fuck man.."

"You said you were bored so, here I am?" He still had that stupid grin on his face, but he began to fumble with the remaining pebbles in his hand.

"I didn't know you were serious!" He put his pointer and thumb to the bridge of his nose, why, why was Wilbur like this.

"Oh- well here I am, you gonna let me in or what?" Schlatt groaned, then a smirk made its way to his face.

"You know what, why don't you sleep in that tree for the night, it must be comfortable enough to throw pebbles at glass." Wilbur nervously chuckled.

"Hey hey hey, be nice now, I did this for you babe." Schlatt just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Fucking get over here lover boy." He reached out his arms out for Wilbur to grab, his phone was placed on his nightstand. Wilbur gladly accepted the arms and crawled his way in, knocking Schlatt over and pinning him in the process. Both boys faces immediately bursts into flames, Schlatt being redder than the other. They stayed in the position longer than they would have liked. "Hey Wilbur, you're still kind of on top of me." He didn't even realize the position he had put them both in, Wilbur was just spaced out.

"Right! Sorry!" He hurried off of the other man and awkwardly stood in front of the window he had just crawled out of. He placed his phone with Schlatts. Said man was in his own little world, just absently glaring at the ceiling. "You good?" He seemed to have forgotten the other in the room, he sat up, clearly alarmed.

"Yeah- yeah, m'fine." He was tired, it was around 12am at the time. Schlatt just wanted to sleep, then here comes his friend who he may or may not have an attraction to. He wasn't bothered by his presence, no it was actually quite welcomed, but now someone had to sleep on the floor. "It's just-" He yawned, "-I was actually almost about to go to sleep."

"Oh shit, I should probably go then huh?"

"Nah, it's fine, you seem tired too."

"Well that's what happens when you run 5 blocks and climb an insanely tall tree." Wilbur had a dopey smile on his face, he didn't seem as bothered as he was trying to sound.

"So how do you want to do this?"

"Do what?"

"Y'know, sleep, we can't both fit on the bed." That was a lie.

"Schlatt, there is more than enough room in your bed." Schlatt ignored him and began to walk to his closet to get an air mattress.

"Nope, you take my bed, I'll take the floor-" He was cut off mid sentence by Wilbur grabbing him by the waist and throwing him on the bed, pinning him once again.

"I said we could both fit." Wilbur looked pretty, more so than usually, the moonlight perfectly captured his best features and highlighted them like they were stars. Schlatt was lucky it was dark out or he would have been ridiculed for how red his face was.

"What are you gay?"

"I might as well be for you." That was when Wilbur got off of him and claimed the right side of the bed, getting himself comfortable. "Goodnight." Schlatt was caught off guard, he was also very confused, what the hell did that mean. He ultimately passed it off as one of their bits and laid down on the left side, facing away from Wilbur. Soon his thoughts melted and were replaced with warm dreams.

-

How did they end up like this.

Schlatt had no fucking clue, one minute he was facing away from Wilbur, not even close to touching, now, he's curled up in a ball huddled into his chest while Wilbur grips onto him for dear life. It was almost like Schlatt was his favorite stuffed animal he feared was going to get taken away.

He tried to wiggle his way out of the death grip, he tried almost everything, he got himself out of the fetal position, but that only resulted in his legs getting tangled with the other. He groaned in frustration, Schlatt wasn't weak in anyway, but that didn't mean the other wasn't stronger. He was debating whether or not to just shout him awake or punch him. So, he did both.

"WILBUR I SWEAR TO GOT IF YOU DON'T WAKE UP RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO-" He was cut off by a chuckle next to him, he looked up and his eyes met with Wilburs. He was stifling a laugh, every now again a chuckle would slip past his lips. Schlatt glared, "...How long have you been up for?"

"Since you first started to try and escape."

"You, asshole."