Did Anybody Ever Say No To You - (Georgebur)

Day 2 11:17 AM

George stared at me. Still confused as a kid.

He took a deep sigh before looking at me. Making me haunted nervous and charisma in shambles.

"I-"

"Table 5, food is ready," A girl's voice cuts George's words. On her way, V brought the hot pancakes in her hand. And I can see the steam from it that means it's just newly cooked.

V placed our food in the table with a smile. Which only made me and George stare at her. "I'll be back with your drinks. Please be patient,"

Then V left us. George grabbed the stack of his pancakes on the tray, embarrassingly. Not tempted to have an eye contact or to talk to me. This date is a fall. Probably he become insecure that I told him my feelings about him for a sudden.

I don't have any choice but to grab my plate then. With the cold surrounding, I've never felt down as fuck. My confidence are falling like stacks of uno and my hopes blurs like vision in ocean water. Just fuck it Wilbur, let the green boy have what is mine.

I tried to be better. Well that's my goal in the first place right, to prove him that I'm better. And also, to have what feelings I have stockpiled for him. I'm still nervous. He just have something he want to say. If he don't want me to be his another suitor, then fuck. My goal ends.

"Here's your drinks sir," V handed me my hot chocolate, and he gave the coffee to George. "Enjoy the rest of your time here in Timmy's cat café,"

Then for the last time, V nods and smiles.

I looked back at George, who was distracting himself by eating his pancake. 

"George, what are you trying to say," I softens my voice, putting sincerity and sorrow in the tone of it.

George looked at me for a while, then he closed his eyes and swallow his food. "I can't believe it Wilbur. You had feelings for me. Why?" He bits his lip while he raised one of his brows. "I'm sorry, but it surprised me of a sudden. Since when, Wilbur? Are the other lunches have meanings too?"

"I'm sorry, George-"

"Don't say sorry Will Gold, just answer my question... How?"

I sighed and forced a smile at him. "I want to prove that I am better, George,"

"Better?" He lowers his tone. "How come?"

"Ever since I witnesses you and Dream flirt at each other. On different streams and platforms, I know there's a meaning on it," after that, I forced a giggle. "Haha, I just can't believe how coward I am. Even though that you don't go out much, just for the first day we have met. I was infatuated."

"You..." he chuckled. "You think those flirts have meaning?"

I've raised my brows at him on that moment. "You mean they are not?"

"Hahaha, those are scripted," He giggled. He looks cute when he giggles. "But how I wonder, that green boy really fell from me,"

"How it comes that you let him be your suitor so quickly," I took a bite of my pancake.

"So what I said, I kind to like him, but I've not put a hundred percent of my feelings for him," George's tone lowers. "You know distance separates us,"

I have no words to tell him afterwise. I just sit there and looked at my pancake.

"I'm not being offensive George but what if you at least let me be your suitor, for a week," I know it was something so forceful and manipulative, but I'll just accept all his words like a boulder.

Which honestly, for me, would be very hard.

"Why try someone who was near. Someone you can hug tight. Someone you can meet. Why try? Nothing will lose right,"

George looked down after I said that frowning. "Dream... He will lose,"

Fuck.

That hurts.

"Ok, I will not force you anymore if you wanted Clay," Never mind, it's over. "I just tried my best George,"

I hear a heavy sigh from George. A hint of guilt and sorry present in his expression. 

"I'm sorry George, I think I have said all I wanted to say. Let's continue to eat,"

You can't just force him. For all of those goals just went to fucking failure. I think this would be my last date. It made me frustrated after I confesses. It's not my hobby to do that. I am such a living soft boy who wants to prove that I am someone better.

Why of all the persons I have challenged, it needs to be Dream. I hate my mind. It takes risk to challenge me the impossible. I've been too encouraged and pathetic that I have the guts to say all those words to George. He had an entire fanbase. All the fans had made the dnf fanfictions about it. Most of it enjoyed it, and I don't even know that even Dream and George enjoyed it.

I've never felt so sad in my life. I have never felt so emotional while eating a pancake. The fuck Wilbur. Fuck you and all of your life decisions. There's so many girls out there then why it need to be George...

One thing, I love him

"Wilbur," George called, the exactly same tone he called my name when he said no. "I don't want to lose Dream, but I don't want to lose you,"

I smiled, then patted his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, I will not leave,"

"You're handsome Will, I want to fall on you like how you fall on me,"  His eyes glistens, without knowing the reason why. "I also want to give you the same way on how I treat Dream,"

He smiled straightly at me. 

What the fuck. Wilbur Soot don't want to assume.

"What do you mean?" Shit. My inner feelings are building.

"You said you want to prove that you're better right," George smiled. "So then if I say that you'll be my suitor for a week, would you say no?'

So you see, opportunities come on your downfalls.

I smiled. "Why? Did anybody ever say no to you?"