Perfect Screw Ups | Quackbur

Chapter Five

TW/CW: nudity, swearing

My head pounded furiously against my skull, my mouth tasted bitter, like something crawled into my mouth and decided it was the perfect resting place.

My stomach was doing somersaults, a whirlwind of vomit just waiting to escape.

My body ached as well, it felt oddly sore. .

Especially my--

I sat up instantly, noticing that I was wearing nothing.

Fuck!

I turned to my side, noticing a body under the covers.

They're still here!

Oh God, who did I sleep with? Should I say something? Do something?

Oh. My. God.

I reached out and tapped their shoulder and immediately retracted my hand afterward.

They groaned in response, shrugging off what would have been my hand had I not removed it so quickly.

"Um. .'scuse me?" I said, tapping them again.

And that's when I noticed.

The tan skin littered with beauty marks, the ear piercings, and jet-black hair.

OH. MY. GOD.

I SLEPT WITH FUCKING QUACKITY!

I began to panic, what should I do? Should I get dressed and leave before he could wake up? Should I stay and wait? Why would I stay? Fuck this!

I jumped up but the world was spinning, making me crash to the floor with a loud THUD!

Quackity jolted up, looking around the room to find the man behind the loud noise.

I froze, my blood running cold, if he saw me, I don't know what would happen.

I tried to crawl away when suddenly Quackity peered over the bed, spotting me.

He raised a brow. "The fuck you doing on the floor? And why are you--"

My body felt like it was on fire, embarrassing wasn't big enough a word to explain how I felt.

"Wait. . ," Quackity said. He looked under the covers, spewed some curse words, and then peered back at me again.

"Alright. .so this appears to be pretty bad."

"Fucking shit. . ," I whined under my breath, not even making coherent swears.

Quackity got up and grabbed something from the floor, then threw it over to me. It was my boxers which I gratefully took and threw on immediately.

I could hear Quackity chuckling softly as he got dressed himself, throwing me the rest of my clothes.

Once I was fully clothed, we locked eyes and immediately I hid my face again, I couldn't bear to look at him. I have never screwed a guy, and the first time I do it's with some drunk I just met!

It was so embarrassing I could cry. And I just might!

Suddenly Quackity's hands were pulling my hands off my face, so I was forced to look at him.

"Are you. .crying?" Quackity asked, a small smile etching itself onto his lips.

I shoved him away. "No! Fuck off." I crossed my arms. "Okay, let's just forget all of this. This never happened! Okay?"

Quackity put his hands up in defense. "Alright, alright, it never happened. We good now, Will?"

I huffed. "Yeah. ."

Quackity stared me up and down for a second. "Y'know, Will, I didn't think you were a bott--"

"I said it never happened!!" I shouted, throwing a pillow at him, my face flushing once more.

Quackity laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Okay, I don't remember anything at all. We're just friends who got a drink."

"Yes," I agreed, smoothing out my clothes, "and that will never happen anyway."

"Why not?" Quackity asked.

"Because I don't like men!"

Quackity raised an eyebrow. "I dunno, you seemed like you--"

"NEVER HAPPENED!" I shouted, plugging my ears.

Quackity sighed. "Okay, you don't like men, and that never happened, and it won't happen. Noted. Now can we get something to eat please?"

"You can get something to eat. I'm leaving."

"What? C'mon Will!" Quackity whined. "Just get some breakfast with me! It's a friendly breakfast! Nothin' wrong with that!"

I grumbled several times, but in the end, he ended up dragging me along anyway.

He ordered something and I told him to order for me as well.

I stacked the sugar packets out of boredom like I always did, except this time he watched me do it.

And it reminded me of when Sally and I had sat at this diner too, and she'd asked me why I did that. It was funny, we'd laugh about it every time I did it. Now it was a painful memory. .

The waitress returned with our breakfast, placing it in front of us and storming off.

Not a very nice worker. .

My breakfast consisted of fluffy pancakes that Quackity drizzled with syrup, with a red strawberry and some whipped cream on top, a pile of shredded potatoes, and a side of scrambled eggs. He pushed a cup of frothy milk over to me.

He had the same thing as me.

"Milk?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I prefer milk over orange juice with my breakfast."

"Huh," was all I said.

I poked at the food before shoveling small bites into my mouth. Quackity tore it up, while I was struggling to keep the food down.

"So," he said, "what're your plans for today?"

I shrugged. "I have no idea."

"Oh."

"I'm probably going to go home."

"To cry again?" he asked mockingly.

I scoffed. "I don't always cry. ."

"Uh-huh. Let's do something fun!"

"Quackity, what are you trying to do with me?" I suddenly asked, placing my fork down and looking up at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you just randomly call me over! And then you want to take me to a club, and then you-- you-- well y'know what you did!"

"For one thing," Quackity said, glaring, "I would never force you into anything. I was drunk too, okay? We were both drunk and I remember about as much as you do. But one thing I do remember is you're the one who threw yourself onto me!"

I raised an eyebrow. I made the first move? "What?"

"Nevermind, forget it. It never happened, and it will never happen, so it doesn't even matter. I just want to be your friend, Wilbur. No fishy stuff, just friends. Okay?"

I sighed. "Alright. .fine, I'm sorry. Thanks for buying me breakfast."

He nodded. "No problem. You can go home after this if you'd like, I should get to work anyway."

"Alright then. ."

We finished the rest of our meal with an uncomfortable silence, before I waved goodbye and left.