Don't Know How to Feel.

14. Grand Opening

Wilbur sat anxiously as they cleaned up the burger van, just some finishing touches before the hour of the opening came.

"Was this a good idea?"

Ranboo glanced over at Wilbur, 'He wants to know if his own idea is good or not?'

"Well, do you think it is?" Ranboo asked while putting the cleaning supplies away.

Wilbur tossed the towel onto the counter with a sigh, "Uh- yes. Just a little bit"

"It might be a little late to change up the plans though," Ranboo chuckled and Wilbur only nodded.

The two sat in comfortable silence before they heard loud footsteps.

"Hello, gentlemen!" Tommy opened the door, almost not closing it.

"Smells like burgers and concrete in here."

Wilbur smiled, "My thoughts every time I walk in this damn van."

Ranboo gave a half-joking glare at Wilbur that Tommy snickered at.

"A damn good van you mean?"

"Yes, Ranboo." Wilbur walked over to Tommy with an eye roll, "That is what I meant."

Wilbur paused at the look on Tommy's face, "What?"

"Don't roll your eyes like that ever the fuck again," Tommy pointed, "You looked like a scary ugly little doll."

Ranboo laughed while Wilbur just scoffed at the comment, "No I don't think I do."

Tommy patted Wilbur on the shoulder with a smile, "Believe what you will." Then walked over to Ranboo.

Wilbur let out a sigh, 'These two crack me up.' Already, Wilbur wasn't even worrying about a thing anymore.

"Stop worrying about this."

Quackity nodded at the phrase once again, but every time he didn't seem to stop. He looked over at Tubbo with a weak smile. 

"That was like the least convincing smile I've seen," Tubbo deadpanned. Sam who leaned on the wall nodded, "Don't stress yourself out Quackity. This is a restaurant, not a-"

Quackity shook his head and shrugged, "Alright. Look, I'm not worried about anything."

"Better be," Sam placed a hand on Quackity's shoulder, "Don't want you too stressed about this."

Quackity turned his head to smile at Sam's gentle voice, "Thanks I guess."

"Jesus, look at the people waiting already." Sam pointed at the glass.

'It's not that many. Actually, it's a lot of the server.' Quackity thought as he turned his head, "Gosh. They should know that everyone is going to be served."

"Oh well, you know people. They want assurance over everything."

Sam and Quackity gave Tubbo a weird look, Sam nodded it off, "Like I said this is just a restraint that sells burgers. No need to go all deep."

"Sorry boss man," Tubbo nodded back, "Forgot how easily Quackity and I so get stressed about stupid things."

Quackity rolled his eyes like he always does and Sam gave a small frown, "Not stupid. Just, different people stress about different things."

Quackity and Tubbo smiled at the kind words, "Then let's get this shit started!"

"Heck yeah Tubbo!" Quackity cheered along as they made their way to the front door.

Tubbo turned quickly and thanked Sam again, "Thanks for stopping me. I was about to go on a whole thing there. Which ask Ranboo, I only do when I'm stressed and it just makes me more stressed."