Shopping Spree

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Chapter 11

Wilbur and I sat on my bed, waiting for the fashion show to start

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Wilbur and I sat on my bed, waiting for the fashion show to start. "Y/N," Wilbur says, putting his phone away.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"What did you pick out for Nick anyway?" He puts an arm around me. "Did you pick out anything bad?"

I laughed. "Nah, I picked out the clothes that were too big for me. My dad stayed in this room a while back, maybe October last year?"

Wilbur nods, slowly turning his head from me to the closed washroom door. "Did you tell your parents about us?"

"Uhm.." I haven't talked to my parents in a while due to work. I'm not even sure if they even care about me anymore. "We- We haven't talked in a while. This job isn't always easy." Change subject, change subject.

He pats my waist softly. "That's understandable. This job has good pay, but good pay doesn't equal an easy job," Wilbur adjusts his glasses. "You should really consider taking some time off. You're working way too hard, take care of yourself Y/N."

If I rest then my work will just pile up. I groan in annoyance at my own thoughts and lay my forehead on Wilbur's shoulder. "I don't want you to be in this alone."

"..I'm not alone," Wilbur states, making me relax. "I have a dumbass to keep me entertained- and busy. For absolutely no reason."

I turned my head so that my temple was resting on Wilbur's shoulder and chuckled lightly. "You got that right."

"Knock, knock!" Nick says and swings the door open. "Watch as this handsome young man struts to the end of this imaginary stage," He halts in front of me and Wilbur. "The judges think that..?" Nick was wearing the Nike shirt and stained jeans, it looked.. Okay?

"What's the score out of?" Wilbur asked.

Nick strikes a dramatic pose. "Out of ten, of course!"

"Very well then," Wilbur folds his hands and clears his throat. "Three point two."

Nick stands up straight and takes a step back. "And the lady?"

"Oh my God," I chuckle and facepalm at his nonsense. "Two. A very strong and solid two."

"Okay, you guys are so mean," He crossed his arms. "Y/N didn't give me good clothes."

Good clothes? I didn't give you good clothes? "Be grateful that I gave you something. I'm giving my honest opinion, Wil's may be biased but I know mine isn't." Wilbur scoffs at my comment and shoos Nick back into the washroom.

"Was there a stain on those jeans he was wearing?" Wilbur asked, sitting back down.

"Yep," I tie my hair into a ponytail. "I think it gives the pants some texture, you know? Don't you think so?"

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