Don't Know How to Feel.

16. Rain doesn't Help when Crying

Wilbur stood in front of the sink, washing up the last dishes.

It had finally cooled down and the day was over. Wilbur worked peacefully, listening to the mutters of Tommy and Ranboo accompanied by the crickets.

Placing the last dish down he let out a sigh, turning to face the two, "Wasn't that just the best?"

Tommy paused his sentence and glanced over at Wilbur with a smile, "It really was. I'm exhausted now but it was worth it."

Ranboo nodded, "Agreed. Cooking is just great for me."

Wilbur sat down with the two, sinking into the chair to relax. Tommy glanced over at Wilbur and down at the table, thinking about something with consideration. While Wilbur simply sat there with his eyes closed, soaking in the calmness.

"Wilbur?" Tommy cleared his throat. Wilbur eyed him, still sunk into the chair. Tommy turned to Ranboo who sat focused on a paper in his huge hands. Tommy shrugged and looked back at Wilbur.

"Is there something going on between you and Quackity?"

Wilbur sat up straight, turning his head sharply, "No."

"Well, it's the fact that you guys had something going on in Pogtopia and now I feel like you guys are starting to act like that again and look in fine if-"

"It's not like that Tommy," Wilbur interrupted him. 

"Sure maybe during Pogtopia but not now. Quackity wouldn't allow- neither of us want that."

"Are you positive? I swore when I was scrubbing the plates I saw you and Quackity sharing a table and you, like, kissed him or some shit. Just today."

Ranboo perked his head from the paper in front of him, "What now?"

Wilbur stood up with a yawn, "It doesn't matter. I promise Tommy alright?"

Tommy seemed to glare into Wilbur's eyes, "Alright. You better be telling the truth."

"I actually am Thomas."

Tommy paused, even Ranboo did, "Good. Just know you can tell me it's not like you and Quackity is a bad thing. Just do you."

"I will. Plus I can assure you, Quackity does most definitely not want a relationship with anyone right now," Wilbur said.

"Yeah because he's with you?" Ranboo asked with a smirk.

"What? No. Apparently, he's not completely healed by his past relationship or something. I don't really know he just- that stuff isn't on his plate right now from what he told me."

Tommy frowned, "Oh. Makes sense though."

"Yeah sorry then," Ranboo mumbled.

Wilbur smiled, "No it was funny." Wilbur finished his sentence with a yawn, "Guess I should get some sleep?"

They both nodded, sending Wilbur on his way. 

He stepped onto the cold grass, grabbing a cigarette.

'Haven't had one of these in a while,' Wilbur let out a small couch as he almost choked, 'I see why. Just this one since I stole it from Quackity.'

The moon lit up the place fairly well, but the lights added a special effect to the country. Wilbur heard the small crunch every time he took a step in the sand, then the gentle clicks when he walked on the road. He gazed around at the place, taken away by the sight of it. He loved Las Nevadas at night. Everything about it looked remarkable to Wilbur. The glistening water, the sparkling sand, the buildings that looked like they glowed. It was truly exceptional.