Perfect Screw Ups | Quackbur

Chapter Six

TW/CW: swearing, alcohol and drug use

Despite how much I tried to pretend as though it never happened, the thought of that night lingered in my mind. I wished I could remember more of what happened.

I had to resist the urge to ask Quackity, I wanted to know but what if it was embarrassing? I'd had enough embarrassment for a while. .

But at the same time, I kinda wondered what it'd feel like when I was aware. .

NO! NONE OF THAT! I slapped both sides of my face at the same time, leaving my face red and stinging.

I couldn't think like this! C'mon, one breakup and now I'm questioning everything? No, no, I hate Quackity! I would never pursue anything with him.

I sighed, smoothing out my clothes which was just a weird habit I had whenever I tried to recuperate from stress.

I hated questioning things; I would not add my sexuality to the list of things I was questioning. I love women! Yes, women! Awesome, cool, problem solved!

I marched out of my house feeling triumphant until I realized I had no idea where I was going. I decided to just keep walking.

When someone stopped me, and not just anyone, but Quackity.

Quackity! Just who I wanted to see!

I grumbled as he approached me.

"Will!" he shouted, a bright smile on his face that I wanted to slap off for some reason. "What's up? Where ya headed?"

I wanted to ignore him, to walk away and pretend like he didn't exist, but there was something about Quackity that pulled you in. He was like a snake, he slithered his way around you so slyly that it was charming, and you were left in his grasp unable to leave. He was so enticing that he left you wanting more. Whether that was a good thing or not I still haven't decided.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully.

"What's up with you and leaving to. .no one knows where?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "I dunno, but even if I did know where I was going, I wouldn't tell you."

Quackity smirked and cocked his head to the side. "Yeah?"

My heart skipped a beat, I thought I might faint. Why is that?

"Yes," I finally said.

He laughed, except instead of his normal wild one it was cool and soft. .I liked the sound of it.

He stepped in front of me, so that we were inches apart, and by now my heart was beating so fast I wanted to slap myself. I looked down at him and watched the way his lips turned upward into a smile.

"Where are you going to go, Wilbur?"

"I'm going to the diner. .I think, I always somehow wind up there," I whispered, not taking the time to contemplate my answer.

He had two piercings on his lips, he must've not put the rings until now. Why were my eyes fixed on his lips. .? His soft, pink, lips. Why did I want to--

He laughed. "It seems like you would tell me where you're going then!"

Suddenly I was snapped out of his stupid, snake, trance and I shoved him away.

I began to storm off, but he caught up to me and grabbed my wrist.

"C'mon, I'm only messing with you!" he whined.

"Well, I don't like being messed with!" I retorted.

He sighed. "Alright, alright, sorry! Let's get lunch!!"