𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍, 80s, 90s, 00s

wil wheaton ✨

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"So... this is my fault? It's my fault that you couldn't get into that school?" Wil stood up looking confused and hurt.

"No! But when you show absolutely no sympathy it stings a bit!" I shouted crossing my arms with anger.

"Don't shout at me! I didn't do anything. You- you can be such a bitch sometimes do you know that?!" He shouted back pointing at me and blaming me. I felt stupid and humiliated. I didn't know how to respond to that other than to just snap. Snap like I always did.

"And you're always an asshole! Not just sometimes always! I don't know why I'm even here anymore!" I said with pain in my voice. I stood up with him and was face to face with him. I couldn't believe we were yelling again. I hated yelling... but I was just as guilty.

"If I'm such an asshole than leave! Fucking leave, I don't need you. I didn't want you here, you just cried to me again. It's not my fault so leave, Y/N. And don't come back... I'm sick of this!" He said full on screaming. I didn't know what to do anymore.

"I hate you!" I yelled back as some tears fell down my cheeks. His hand moved into a fist and he moved forward making me flinch and cover my head with terror. He retracted quickly and looked at me with some apologetic eyes. I felt scared of him and terrified of what could have potentially happened if he hadn't moved his hand back. I just began sobbing and ran out of his house not looking back.

-

"Y/N... what's—" my mother began as I stormed inside the house.

"Nothing." I cut her off through cries as I ran up to my room and collapsed on my bed still feeling the scared and lonely feeling I now felt; why did he even think of doing that? I didn't think I could even be with him anymore. I hated him more than anyone. And I couldn't even sleep, just thinking about what would've happened if he hadn't stopped.

Why did he even try in the first place?

-

"Y/N you need to get out of the house. You've been here for days. Wil's called over—" my mother began.

"Don't talk about Wil. I hate him." I said before slamming the door behind me and beginning my walk to the coffee shop. I couldn't stand the sight of him... he had really lost it in front of me. It hurts thinking the one person who would never hurt you... did. I hated him now. And I didn't think I could ever see him again.

"Fuck Wil.. fuckin asshole." I muttered to myself as I walked along the sidewalk feeling quite lonely and out of place here. It was weird that Wil wasn't beside me. He always walks with me on this sidewalk. All the time.

"Hello Ms. Y/N... haven't seen you here in awhile. Where's Wil?" Of course the shop owner was a close friend of mine. I didn't know how to answer that... I didn't know where he was.

"Right here." I heard that voice again. That goddamned voice. I spun around to see Wil standing there with yellow flowers in one hand, a copy of Vougue magazine in the other, and a very sad look on his face.

"Y/N... I know you must hate me right now. And I totally understand why. I was a fuckin asshole and you don't deserve that. I was just angry and I shouldn't have even thought about ever laying a hand on you and I never will. I- I understand if you don't want to talk to me or forgive me; but I love you. And I never stopped loving you."

"Well, after that how can I not love you." I said wiping the tears from my eyes and wrapping my arms around his neck. He set the things on the table beside him before holding my waist tightly and really taking in the hug.

"I missed you so much, Y/N. I love you." Wil sweetly said as we just stood there together. I couldn't say anything to top what he had just said... so I didn't. I just kissed his lips feeling happier than I'd been in a long time.