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Sweater Paws

Chapter 23.
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[Now Playing: Out Of My League by Fitz & The Tantrums]
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[POV: WILBUR]

Wilbur stretched out, he'd been sleeping over at George's a lot recently, his parents haven't been home in a while, only stopping by every once in a while to make sure George hadn't died. It was always platonically whenever he slept over, unfortunately for him if he was going to be honest.

"Georgeeee," Wilbur called to the other who was sleeping peacefully in his bed. George made an incoherent noise of annoyance, before rolling over in bed to face where Wilbur was laying on the blue bean bag, which he'd oddly got attached too, it was decently comfortable if you asked him.

"Willlll," George said back, his voice slightly raspy from waking up,

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Wilbur said with a smug grin, stifling a chuckle as George glowered at him and turned around in bed again.
"Fuck off, imma go back to sleep." He retorted as he pulled his blankets over his shoulder and nuzzled into them.

"Aweeee George is a cat boy!" Wilbur's smug smile grew larger as he heard George huff something under his breath, he probably didn't really want to actually hear what George had said anyways.

"Come on Gogy, if you wake up I'll make you pancakes." He said as he jabbed at George's back,

"I was having a nice dream, until you came and ruined it. But I'll settle for pancakes as compensation, I guess." George sighed as he lifted himself out of the bed, Wilbur snickering in amusement at George as he trailed after him.

Wilbur went over to the fridge, opening it, only to see that most of the food George had a few nights ago was gone. Then he remembered all the lunches and meals they'd made together, and it made a bit more sense.

"George we might have to go grocery shopping, this fridge is emptier than my brain." Wilbur sighed dramatically, putting his wrist up to his forehead as if he was about to faint.

George only rolled his eyes from where he was sitting,
"Okay and?" He replied sarcastically as he started scrolling on his phone.

"George." Wilbur repeated, staring down at George.
"William." George snickered, not meeting eye contact with Wilbur as he continued scrolling through his phone.

Wilbur sighed before snatching the phone out of George's hands, who cried out in protest, Wilbur holding it over his head in triumph as George unsuccessfully tired to jump up and grab it. Finally giving up and signing in annoyance, his hands dropping to his side.

"Awww Gogy has wittle sweater paws~" Wil cooed,
"Wh-What?!" George cried out in irritation and surprise, throwing his hands up in the air.

"I'm getting in the car, you coming or not." George said as he turned around to go to the door, Wilbur immediately snatching his car keys out of George's hands.

"George you can't drive." He reprimanded,

"Said who?"

"The government, and your colorblindness?"

"Who, asked," George snorted in amusement pausing before continuing his sentence,
"and it's not my fault I'm colorblind, I can't drive completely fine still." George pouted, crossing his arms like an child who couldn't get a cookie.

"George you never even learned how to drive." Wilbur sighed into his hands as he slid into the leather car seat, turning on the ignition as he put in the keys.

"I'll ride my scooter there then! Hah!" George grinned as if he'd won their mock argument, Wilbur slightly taken aback,

"You'll ride, a... scooter?" Wilbur, in shock, turned his head slowly to look at George, who only slowly nodded in response, probably realizing he shouldn't have said that.

"Gogster, every day you find a way to surprise me even more." Wilbur shook his head as he backed out of the driveway.
"Gogster?" George sounded appalled, Wilbur only laughing in response.

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"You really shouldn't have bought that candy, it made this trip like three times more expensive." George frowned as he looked at the receipt, Wilbur continuing to push the shopping cart with a small shrug,

"Wait-" George froze, looking around quickly.
"What." Wilbur sighed as he stopped the cart and looked back at George.

"Did you hear that?" He asked, his eyes widened as he looked around more. Wilbur sighed, looking around to try and see what he might be talking about.

"There!" George said as he dropped the long piece of paper and rushed over to some bushes that whoever made the parking lot added for decoration. Wilbur watched from where he was, slightly curious as well as a mix of tiredness and just wanting to go back to George's place.

"Hey there- uh come on out, it's okay," George cooed to the bushes,
"George, I swear to the gods if you're calling out a fucking bird I am going to leave you here." Wilbur groaned as he put a hand up to his forehead.

George rolled his eyes, or at least Wilbur guessed that George did from the time he'd known him.

"Come on..." George mumbled to the bush again, once again ignoring what Wilbur had said. Wilbur finally giving in and crouching down beside George, having to suppress a 'aww' so he wouldn't scare off the cat as it pushed its head through the bushes and cautiously smelt his hand.

The cat slowly crept out of the bush towards George, it was a gray cat, all the same gray color except for a patch of white on its belly.

George took a step back, and the cat followed him out further from the bush. George then slowly placed his hands on either side of the cat, trying to see if the cat would let him pick it up, which it did as he picked it up and placed it close to his chest, the cat further nuzzling in to him.

"George." Wilbur said, voice filled and hesitation and worry, knowing George's parents would never let him keep a cat.

"Wilbur." George replied, not taking his eyes off the gray cat. The cat meowed, which Wilbur snorted at, seeing as it fit into the situation perfectly, as if the cat was going to argue with George to let him keep it.

"You know you're parents won't let you keep a cat, and mine are too busy to take care of one either." Wilbur sighed, shaking his head as he walked over to the cat and scratching it behind their ears.

"Okay okay, I'm figure something out don't worryyy," George defended as he dragged out the 'y', watching as Wilbur pet the cat in his arms. Wilbur sighed in defeat, he was too tired, and too much of a cat-lover to try and make George get rid of the cat or give it away it seemed, and Wilbur didn't give in easily.

"Alright, you sit in the front with the cat while I put the groceries in the car," Wilbur turned around and walked towards the cart they'd otherwise abandoned. George having already set off for the car, as Wilbur carted over the groceries, luckily their wasn't too many and he threw them all in as neatly and quickly as possible before he slid into the driver seat and drove the two of them home.

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I want a relationship so bad man, and a cat too. My old cats ran away and I think they died...

ANYWAYS-