I Still Hate You. ~ Quackbur Story ~ DSMP High School

~~ CHAPTER 6 ~~

TW//: Swearing, mentions of abuse, arguing, mentions of murderers

~ Wilbur's POV ~

"But Dad?! I don't wanna share my room with him!" I yelled frantically, my father kept a straight face. I saw Alex behind him standing in shock, at the same time looking at me. 

"Yes you are..now go show him your room." I rolled my eyes.

"Noooo, why can't he stay with Techno or Tommy?" I questioned him, he furrowed his eyebrows and gave me a glare. 

"ugh fine. Follow me Alex.." I motioned towards Alex for him to follow me, Phil smiled and stepped aside, allowing room for Alex to follow me. He hesitated for a moment but then follow me, walking not so far behind me.

"up here..." I said as Alex and I walked up stairs. "My room's over here...don't say anything rude since I know you like to talk shit about people.." I glanced over at him, he was holding his arm and following me.

"I've never once talked shit about anyone behind there back, or in front of them..." He explained, I rolled my eyes.

"Bullshit~" I mumbled, that seemed to make him a bit upset. 

"whatever.." I heard him say under his breath. I stopped walking in front of a door, it was my room. Alex was watching the door and waiting patiently. Setting my hand on the door knob, I twisted it and opened the door. 

I had a guitar in the corner of my room and an electric piano at the end of my bed. Alex seemed thrilled to see the two. I smiled, wait what am I thinking? I quickly frowned and walked over to my bed and sat down. 

Alex walked in and shut the door behind him. "So..where am I going to sleep..?" he asked innocently. 

"Floor.." I mumbled and layed back on my bed. "What? Why do I have to sleep on the floor?!" he argued. I looked towards him, he had an annoyed expression on his face.  "What would you rather do?" I asked him.

"I-I don't know, maybe not sleep on the floor? You have fucking wood floor Wilbur, I won't get any sleep.." He explained. I sat up on my bed and grabbed a pillow and blanket. I threw the both of them at him.

He didn't catch them as they fell onto the floor, leaving an annoyed Alex behind. "fuck you.." He mumbled. 

"Slow down now.." I laughed, he didn't seem affected by it. He bent down and picked the pillow and blanket up. I examined his movements closely, I liked it. Wait. Not again! 

I watched him lay the pillow on the floor and set up a small bed. He sat down and leaned his back against my bed. My legs that we're hanging off the side of the bed, not to far away from him.

The door to my room swung open, and my father stepped into the room. I raised an eyebrow as he looked down at Alex and back up at me. 

"Why is he sleeping on the floor?" He asked me, and eyed me down.

"because" I said and eyed him lazily, Phil's attention went back down to Alex. He smiled, "You can sleep with Wilbur, the floor will give you a headache. Trust me." Alex's eyes widened and he looked up at me. 

"What?! You want us to sleep together?!" I yelled seeming to make Alex flinch. 

"not in that way, just sleep on separate ends of the bed.." Phil explained. Alex didn't seem to care as he stumbled up from his position and got on top of the bed.

"just get to bed, Wilbur if your gonna make a big deal about it. You can sleep on the floor." Phil explained and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Alex got comfortable under the sheets, he layed by the side of the bed where I was sitting.