Painting Counties Blue! ○ Wilbur Soot × Reader

11

"You're lying. Nobody actually likes anteaters" Wil shakes his head as we walk—or stumble down the sidewalk.

"No, I genuinely think they're kinda cute" I reply.

"I just think it's crazy that you guys actually have an opinion on anteaters" Ash replies shaking his head.

"You don't?" I ask, looking up at him. He looks back and shakes his head;

"Nope." I widen my eyes at him before looking away.

"That's kinda dumb" I mumble, tripping over my feet. Wil catches me and steadies me at the waist. I mumble a quick thanks and he chuckles. I think he's a little more sober than we think.

He pulls out his phone and opens his camera, taking a clumsy, blurred selfie of just over half of his semi-smiling face, the street in the background, along with a streetlight which is overexposed and blurs the rest of the street, making it unidentifiable. I continue to follow Ash to the subway station.

After a long while, the three of us sit on the train, it's quiet, the only sound being the whirring of the train echoing down the tunnels.

"We're still allowed to crash at yours right, Y/n?" Ash inquires.

"Of course" I nod, letting my head fall back against the seat.

"Thanks, appreciate it, Y/n" Ash thanks as he sways with the rhythm of the train. He stands, in front of Wil and I, one arm held above his head as he grips a hanging handle.

"It's fine" I yawn, turning my head towards Wil, who is sitting to my left, so close that our knees touch, though I don't pay any notice, my slurred mind, along with the tingling sensation in the nape of my neck yelling me that it doesn't matter.

He's on his phone. I don't bother to look at what he's doing, my gaze fixed, half lidded, on the side of his face. My eyes don't fail to notice every mark on his skin. The beauty spot on his cheekbone, just under his right eye, also the one on his chin.

There are probably more but I can only see the right side of his face. I notice his ears, how they are small and oddly shaped, but it somehow is kind of cute to me.

His chocolate brown flick around slightly as he examines whatever is on his screen, his long, dark eyelashes following every movement.

His fluffy curls of brown hair fall over his fave, blocking a fraction of my view, and I have to restrain from brushing it away from his eyes myself.

Not even a few seconds later, Wil lifts a single hand to comb back his hair with his fingers, looking up as he does so. Almost immediately, his gaze meets mine. Both expressionless, I don't even blink. He doesn't question why I'm staring, only stares straight back into my eyes until my phone vibrates in my hand.

I look down at it, unlocking it with my fingerprint before seeing the notification.

Unsaved Number sent an message.

I frown, tapping on the pop up. It opens my messages and takes me to the DMs.

???
Hi

Me
Hii
Who are you?

???
Nobody. Just a random guy sitting beside you.

I roll my eyes and glance over at Wil who is smirking down at his phone which shows an exact copy of my messages, but from his perspective, and the name of the other number is 'Y/n 🥺'.

I raise an eyebrow with a small smirk, silently questioning the chosen emoji. I rename the unsaved number.

Wil 💀
💀?