Perfect Screw Ups | Quackbur

Chapter Three

TW/CW: drugs, swearing

The sun peeked through the blinds from my bedroom, and I yawned, sitting up and stretching out my arms. The day had only just begun and yet I wished it would end once more. Despite my futile dispute with getting up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got out of bed.

"Wilbur!" my mother shouted. "Get your ass up and get on out here!"

I groaned irritably and walked out to the kitchen, watching my mother tap her cigarette against the ashtray. "Some girl is yappin' outside the door, been there for five minutes now. Go see what the hell she wants."

I walked over to the door and pulled it open, my body immediately freezing once I saw who it was.

It was Sally, in all her perfectness. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, a white scrunchy holding her hair together. The sun bounced off her orange curls perfectly. She was wearing a white tube top and a blue pleated skirt. God, she was beautiful, I'd give anything to--

"Hey," she finally said, her voice a soft whisper.

Her voice was so soft and lovely. .I could listen to it all day. Her voice was a song that I could leave on loop, blazing in my ears just like her shouts had.

"Hi," I replied, trying not to sound like I was absolutely head over heels in love with her.

She took a deep breath and extended a box out to me. "This is for you."

"A gift?" I asked, excited to be receiving something from her.

She frowned. "No, sorry to disappoint. .it's just some things I thought you should have. You know, since. . we're done and all. ."

My heart dropped to my stomach. Of course, we're done. She chose him.

I nodded. "Alright, well, thanks. ."

She stared at me with yearning for a while, and I stared back. My heart was beating in my chest, I wanted her. She was all I could ever want; I'd give anything to kiss her right now. I couldn't look away. It was like her eyes were hypnotizing me, willing me to forgive her and give her another chance. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to do that.

"Wilbur!" my mom shouted, "close the damn door already! Tell that girl to get off my damn porch!"

My cheeks flushed a soft pink with embarrassment. I scratched my neck and chuckled nervously. "Uh, okay I'll just take these then. Goodbye Sally."

"Bye Wilbur. ."

She walked off, her ponytail swaying slightly while she walked. I felt a surge of sadness in my bones, making me want to crawl into my bed and die.

I shut the door with my foot and walked to my room where I placed the box on my bed. I carefully opened it and inside were a lot of my belongings that I kept at her house.

But what really hurt was that gently placed above my pile of things, was the locket I'd bought for her. I carefully picked it up, examining the golden locket. I opened it and there was a picture of the two of us inside.

This was the last straw for me. The tears began to fall at a steady pace, my chest aching. Why did this have to happen? What if I just forgave her? Cheating is forgivable, isn't it?

I sobbed for a long while until I'd eventually fallen asleep.

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I lay on my bed moping for what felt like hours, not having the energy to get up again. I wanted to stay on this mattress forever, my body being slowly absorbed by the soft sheets. I wanted the bed to swallow me whole, spare me from my sorrow, and trap me in a forever kind of dream. A dream I'd never wake up from.

Alas, that did not happen.

So instead, I moped and moped and moped the day away.

The next morning came rolling around, still, my bones felt heavy, and my head remained glued to my pillow.

I groaned heavily, my cheeks stained with tears and my eyes burning with exhaustion.

I slumped out of bed and sluggishly walked to the kitchen, it was too early for a drink, or for anything for that matter. But there was no way in hell I'd make it through the day sober.

I dug through all the drawers, searching for some cigarettes, but found none. Growing frustrated by now, I began tossing things haphazardly to the ground. Eventually, I found a pack and quickly grabbed it, stuffing it into my pocket.

I grabbed a lighter off the table and willed my body forward and out of the house. I pressed the cigarette against my lips and lit the monstrous thing, taking a long drag before releasing the smoke from my nostrils.

My body was shaky, and my skin was a flame, dripping sweat from every pore.

I walked the noisy streets, mentally berating myself for not grabbing my earbuds. I had no music to block out all the sounds.

Music was something I could rely on, on those dark nights when I sat on the floor with my knees pressed against my chest, music would blaze in my ears and, at least for a little while, it distracted me. Even if eventually my thoughts won the battle.

I wondered how nights went for people that weren't like me. Maybe they'd open some sodas and sit down on the couch with their friends, laughing and joking with a movie on. Then they'd maybe say they had to go, 'cus they had school the next day. And they'd laugh about how they might fail, to be modest, even though they knew they'd studied the week away.

I wish I could do that; I wish I could sit down at the couch and joke because I knew that I was going places, 'cus I knew that I would be something. I don't know what that something would be, I'd just know that I'm something. And something was better than nothing. Somebody is better than nobody.

And as of right now, I was a nobody.

I tossed the cigarette butt to the ground and stepped on it. I kept walking, no longer having any distractions in hand.

I wondered what I'd do now. .

A/N: sorry this chapter isn't that interesting, but I wanted to include Sally in it, you'll be getting more of her