Celestial Bodies (Schlattbur)

Journal Page 39

8/20/21

Journal Page 39

Now I get you've probably heard about all that Sun and Moon stereotype thing, but have you ever heard of the Earth and Moon? The Moon never dares to move closer, staying at a distance.. but never quite moving on. I suppose that Wilbur is the Earth. And I am the Moon. Or at least in my story, I find it that way. And then there is her. Niki. I picture Niki as the Sun.. always her warm personality fitting in with everything. Mine being cold and not welcoming at all. Wilbur is always in the middle of everything. He's always judged to be so perfect. He is.. at least to me. I'm like his admirer that can't seem to get myself to think that. I deny it. I guess that's just how it is. Wilbur is so very close to Niki. It's like I want to hate Niki, but I just can't. She's too perfect and amazing for that. She doesn't like me, anyways. I guess hot and cold really don't go together. I'll just have to see what comes this upcoming day..

My journal,
Jschlatt

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I sigh and flip the other pages and cover over the top of the page I wrote on, dropping the journal on to my desk. I fling the pen next to it and walk to my left side and my bed. I lift my phone up off of my nightstand, pulling the charger out from the bottom. I enter the password, swiftly typing it in, and open my messages. I hadn't been on my phone all day, so of course my phone was flooded with messages from any friends or group chats I knew. They know I'm not very talkative, but apparently they were worried. I wasn't on my phone for 24 hours, big deal. I had work to be done, hell, I have a life to get on with. I wasn't having the greatest time, constantly working on schoolwork and missing meals, as well as little motivation to do any other essentials. I didn't really care though, as long as I earned respect from my parents, and honor, I'd be fine. All I needed was to go through the deep end and come out with an easier work-life outcome. That's all I ever wanted, but then he came up and got my head all cluttered. He came into my life at a young age, probably at the age of 3 years honestly, but I've realized something I have on him. I don't know what it is, not yet, but I can't just get him away. He's always there, one way or another. In my head, my house, hell, even the street. I wish I wouldn't have him stuck in my head, but he's just there. He fills in the blank space of my mind, and I hate it.

I open the messages, not bothering to read them out or responding unless it is urgent. Otherwise, I didn't care much about the messages. People don't genuinely care. Or at least that's what I was told, only the police care if you go missing. That's how I was raised, and I'll stand by it. It's just the truth, something more than half the world can't accept.

⚠️Warning⚠️ Cheating

That's when I get a text.. from Sapnap? I tap on the notification, only to see a photo of Quackity and Karl kissing behind him as he takes a selfie. I stand there, staring at the photo. I may like Wilbur, but Quackity is my boyfriend.. what the hell.

⚠️Scene Over⚠️

I turn off my phone and toss it on my bed. I sit down on the floor against my bed and put my hands in my hair. Why the fuck would he do that? I get it, I'm a busy person, but he could've at least- nevermind. No time for this. I can't waste my time on silly emotions. I slowly put my arms to my side and stand back up. 

"People are only distractions, you can't allow that," he says to himself. He nods to himself and walks out of his room. He needs to make something to eat, or just to order. He walked over to his fridge and opened it to see what he had. Now, I may not be the best cook, but it's good enough to get me by. I know Wilbur is an amazing cook, he comes over all the time.. shit. "Made it about Wilbur again," I curse under my breath. I sigh and close the fridge door, opening my freezer. I take out a microwavable meal. I didn't care that much at this point. I look at the instructions, doing as it says and putting it in the microwave. I walk back to my room and pick up my phone, opening it back to the picture. I just block Sapnap and go to Wilbur's contact. He had actually texted me, which would hopefully make me feel better. I read out the message, seeing he was coming at a certain time. I check the time, meaning he'd be coming in 5 minutes. I wasn't nearly ready, I was still in the clothes I slept in. I tossed my phone back and shuffled through my clothes in my closet, grabbing a hanger of a simple yellow Sublime crewneck. I then grab a pair of grey skinny jeans and my Timb's. I take the crewneck off of the hanger, placing it on my bed, as well as the jeans. I throw the sweatshirt I was wearing over my head and pull it off. I pick the crewneck back up and lift it up over my head and pull it down, slipping my arms through. I then drop my sweatpants down, stepping out of them and picking them up. I grab the jeans and step in them, pulling them up, zipping it and buttoning it. I then kneel down and step through my Timb's, and tie them up. I stand back up and exhale with relief. I walk back out and try to go to my kitchen until I hear a knock at my door. I take some steps back and turn to the door, walking to it. I unlock it and swing my door open, meeting Wilbur holding.. a flower? I furrow my eyebrows at it and look up at him.

"Hey Schlatt!" he exclaims, smiling down at me. He seemed to have a bit of sorrow in his eyes as well, which only confused me more.

"Hey Wilbur.. do you need something?" I tilt my head off to the right slightly. Wilbur only chuckles at my statement, "I don't need anything from you. I'd rather give you something," he holds out the rose and puts a hand on the back of his neck. I look down at the rose and stare at it. I grab it out of his grasp, holding it by the middle of the stem carefully. Wilbur went with a unique approach, not going with a red rose, but a white one. He somehow figured out that it was one of Schlatt's favorite flowers. Schlatt looks back at him after zoning out about the flower, "Why are you giving this to me?" Wilbur looked surprised, only now realizing he forgot to explain.

"Oh! Right- sorry. I heard about Quackity so I thought I'd come here to see if you were doing alright," his eyebrows sadden and his smile fades as he goes on, showing his sympathy. My eyebrows sadden as well, yet I'm smiling.

"Thank you for the thought, Wilbur. I'll be just fine.. I hope . I'm too busy with work for it to matter anyways." I chuckle awkwardly at the end of my sentence. Wilbur looks back at me instead of his eyes wandering, stepping forward and extending his arms out. He wraps his arms around me into a hug. I stood there for a moment, not sure how to react. My arms extend and wrap around him not long after, not realizing tears falling down my face with my eyes clenched closed. I hated this feeling, and I hated crying. Especially over something so stupid. Wilbur separated slightly away from me, closing the door and walking me to the couch. I still had my arms wrapped around him which I found embarrassing, but I could care less at that moment. He sat me down on the couch and did his best to calm me down or talk to me about things.

"Say, Schlatt, about how many hours do you work?" He noticed I said my work was more important anyways, at least I think. I ponder over it for a moment, multiple things going through my head.

"I think 12-14 hours a day..?" I glance up at him, he only gasps in response. His eyes filled with worry and I wasn't sure if I did something wrong.

"Schlatt, you should have told me! I could've been helping you-!" He looked like he felt so bad for me. I personally didn't see anything wrong with it, it's normal. I shrug, "I don't want to add more for you. Aren't you in a relationship anyways?" I sit up and he wipes my tears away, his sympathetic expression fading into confusion. 

"What'd you mean?" He drops his hand to his side.

"I mean, aren't you dating Niki or something?" I furrow my brows.

"No.."