Don't Know How to Feel.

8. A weird day after a weird dream

Wilbur woke up, feeling uneasy in his stomach. Guilt and confusion washed over him as he had a very weird dream.

Wilbur sat in bed, trying to shrug off any memory of the odd dream he just had.

He was failing miserably as it replayed in his mind, he looked over to his body mirror and saw the red spread across his face.

It was a very weird dream, it was about what happened after the meeting.

He dreamed about having Quackity pinned up against the wall, and they had been fighting just like in real life. 

But then they kissed, and this obviously didn't happen in real life.

Wilbur rubbed his eyes, trying to remove both the image of a flushed out Quackity and his own blush.

"What the hell was that dream?" Wilbur mumbled, yawning after.

He turned to look at the clock and it was a little later than 4 am, he always seemed to be awake around this time.

Wilbur stuffed his face into the pillow as the dream replayed in his mind, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get rid of it.

He couldn't get rid of the feeling of Quackity's lips on his.

He couldn't get rid of the feeling of Quackity's fingers messing and tugging at his hair.

He couldn't get rid of-

"I need to stop," Wilbur said out loud, hoping if he didn't just say it in his mind it would have more effect.

Which it did, instead of directly thinking about what happened in the dream he thought of why he might have had a dream like this.

Wilbur glanced at the clock with disappointment in himself, he just watched the clock turn to 5.

Guess time does fly when you're lost in thought, just maybe thinking about the wrong things.

Wilbur groaned and sat up, his face buried in his knees.

He wonders if Quackity has ever thought about him as much as he's thought about Quackity.

"I've thought about this all last night up until now," Quackity began,  "I don't think it's a coincidence."

Which was a lie, he couldn't really waste his time thinking about a piece of paper for a whole night.

Tubbo sighed, "Of course, it's not a coincidence Quackity."

Quackity glanced over at Tubbo and only nodded.

"Think about it Quackity. Didn't you send Foolish to hand out flyers?" Tubbo started to explain, "Which had the date of the opening. Meaning they saw the date and decided to make it their opening date too."

Quackity scoffed, "Why? That's so stupid." Waving around the flyer for Wilbur and Ranboo's burger van.

Tubbo only shrugged, "It's not necessarily a bad thing."

Quackity stayed silent before nodding. "Guess you're right about that."

Tubbo gave a soft smile. "You alright Big Q?"

"Huh? Yes. Why are you asking?"

"Well for one we are friends, and secondly you don't look alright, nor are you acting like it."

"What do you mean?" Quackity asked with a tilt of his head.

"You look... bothered," Tubbo said, "If there is something bothering you just tell me."

Quackity sat down in his seat, "I mean I don't even really know if I could."

"Aww no, just tell me. Promise I won't judge."