A misclick

One in 10 million

Look who's being professional and keeps a somewhat of a posting schedule. Me 😎. Anyways, this new chapter is a bit spicy from multiple points of view ;). CW for alcohol consumption. I hope y'all enjoy this chapter as much as I do, because honestly it was one of my favorite chapters to write. And also, Quackity stans, you're welcome. Enjoy >:). (1900 words)

—-y/n's pov—-
I wait a bit next to his door, giving him one last chance to try to get me back. I slightly touch the white wood, its cold material sending shivers down my spine.

He did scream my name, but I just wanted him to come after me. I already started to miss his body's warmth. His arms wrapping around my shoulders and playing with my hair. His cherry lips lightly brushing against mine when he would tell me his sweet words. I count in my mind. One...two...three... My finger leaves his door, feeling like now I broke any kind of connection we previously had.

He didn't come. He didn't try to keep me next to him. The more I tell myself the obvious truth the harder my mind refuses to believe it. The man I swore I was in love with couple hours earlier...is now letting me go? Yeah.

As my feet travel down the steps, the same steps he lead me on last night towards his bedroom, I start to realize how crazy this thing was. We barely met yesterday for the first time. We made out few hours after I firstly saw his face in reality. And then we slept in the same bed...all in the goddamned first day. Today we drove to a beach, and I...I told him 'I love you'?

The truth hit me brutally. It was never supposed to work. It was all moving too fast. And I was so absorbed by my shakespearean love idyll that I forgot to realize it didn't actually exist. It was all just two people overwhelmed by the sweetness of temptation and pleasure.

As I reach the living room, I feel more lightheaded than I ever did. Everyone is staring at me. They must have heard Clay yelling after me. I ignore all the pairs of curious eyes that search my body and soul for a trace of explication of what just happened. And they don't find it. I spot Wilbur's worried glare, and he immediately understands what I need. He stands up and walks towards me. Grabbing my hand, he leads me towards the door that separates the living room from the back yard. We go outisde, and he sits down, cross legged. I follow his example, my thighs being stabbed my the thick grass.

The sun was setting over the east coast, throwing rose gold rays across our cheeks. I looked at him, standing there, looking at me with the most loving face. His tawny curls were shining expensively into the sunlight, as his hazel eyes were looking like golden cups of honey. He was beautiful. You wouldn't be able to call him hot, even tho he was pleasurably attractive. You could sit down and admire his pretty features for hours, like looking at a beautiful painting. My dear Wilbur.

'What happened?' His loving glare turns into a more worried one, as he takes my hand into his.
'I think it's over.' I say, avoiding his eyes.
'What? Over? With Clay?'

The way it was hard for him to understand made me realize how people liked us. Me and Clay. We were those people of the friend group that if they would get together everyone would have been their biggest shipper.

'Yeah. His phone ringed while he was in the shower and I picked up. It was his ex. She was asking him to meet and try dating again. He took the phone and was extremely mean to her. Then I asked him when did they break up and he said like a month after we started talking. A month after he's been flirty with me and...I think you can imagine what happened after.' I stop and take a deep breath. There. I said it.

He doesn't say anything. Just welcomes me into a warm hug and holds my head next to his chest. Then lays down on the grass, keeping me in the same position. I feel warm. It doesn't give me the butterflies that Clay's hugs used to shoot down my waist. And that hurts. But at least I feel warm.