entp x entp eknemises to lovers uwu

piss and her friends :)))

oh god, he hit her with the "i love you". this is turning into a telenovela quick, but the tension's building up great. this is great, i think. i'm hoping i get grades for this because i'm being carried. the two paused though. they weren't speaking, they just stayed in place before wonka started tearing up, becoming stiffer. i was concerned, did something just happen? 

 "wonka- i mean mom, are you oka-" 

 "me? y-you..." she started, i assume she was still in character so i shut up for a bit. i should've just trusted her with the talking. "you loved me, yet threatened to leave me and did so too?" 

"you don't understand- it's too much to process." willy answers, looking completely defeated. 

"i never understood because you never told me anything. why do you leave me every day? leave us every day? what is it, i don't care if it doesn't make sense. throw phrases--throw words for all i care, i'll help you piece it all together." 

"it's because-" 

 "cut!" mr. sikowitz called. "perfect. except for you, piss. next time, you guys let piss talk more. ms. shawty-bae, you did great though."

 "thank you, sir." 

"what about me?" willy asks enthusiastically. 

"too dramatic." 

"HEY I WASN'T THE ONE WHO BURST INTO TEARS-"

math class came, and i realized i should've never befriended willy and wonka. they were... scary competitive. willy was never really into maths, and suddenly he was learning all this complicated shit just to one up wonka. somehow, wonka got this dialed down even before the discussion started. although i was startled, i could say that it was impressive. i'll just be chilling at the back of my class, cheering them on. to be honest, i'm jealous of both of them. they were oh so talented, gorgeous, and honestly, i have nothing to me. i'm not pretty, i'm not talented, i'm not technically good at anything. i'm just not special, and sometimes i'd have to accept that. the teacher threatened both of them detention, and they piped down. i think. wonka was still arguing with the teacher. as soon as we left the class, i decided to ask if wonka wanted to sit with willy and i later at lunch. 

"hey, wonka-" before i could say anything, i was pushed backwards by someone else all approaching wonka with great praise. the crowd was filling up violently, and i don't think i could be able to get to her. maybe i'd ask willy to ask her? he was way taller than me, he could easily breeze through the crowd and find wonka. 

\"willy, can you-" another person nudges me as i try to take a step forward. suddenly, both of them are so famous. hm, i didn't mind. it was always like this with willy. he was such a golden child, a certain person we should all look out for! and i wasn't. is it bad that i'm jealous for what both of them have? is it horrible that i'm longing to be exactly like them? maybe. but i can't stop to think what if i was as pretty as them? what if i was as smart as them? tsk, i shook my head and all those thoughts along with it. i headed to my locker to get my notes for the next class. i'd just be waiting for the two to arrive late, like usual. and i'd be sitting alone, like usual.

* wonka's pov * 

school ended, and willy offered if i wanted to go to his house. i asked if we were doing kinky shit, and he replied with "i wish", apparently we're just going to bingewatch all the ice age movies with piss since he promised he'd do that with her. he invited me because the more the merrier apparently. i asked piss the real reason, she said it's because his mom would be proud of him making new friends. i had a part time job today, but i decided to skip it. i could just work overtime next week. 

 we arrived at willy's house, and it's not technically a mansion, but it was huge. it was a 3-storey house, what the fuck?? willy stormed through the door, yelling: 

"mooom!! im back home!" willy's mom walked down the stairs, and let me tell you, she was a goddamn milf. 

 "willy!! you brought piss and...? you have a new friend?" she asks, hugging willy. 

"yeah, her name is-" 

"wonka feces anabelle freddy fazbear shawty bae, but you can call me wonka." i cut in. piss gave a thumbs up. 

"that's...." willy's mom paused. "GREAT!!! welcome to our home, i'm sure you'll enjoy some chocolate chip cookies, and maybe some hot chocolate with marshmallows to the side, yes??" 

"oh, i'm fine." 

"nonsense!!! do you prefer strawberries then?" 

"o-oh, uh, i'll probably stick with the chocolate.""okayy!! just wait here kids." she scurried off to i'm assuming the kitchen. 

 "so uh..." willy cleared his throat. "where do you want to watch ice age? my room or the living room?""out of topic but," i grinned. 

"your mom's a milf."