roommates

5.

A/N: This is where it gets reeeeally fruity-
(Also I had to listen to quite a few Spanish songs for this)

TW/CW: Homophobia, kissing, sexual references (NO SMUT SADLY)

Wilbur is confident in this.
He's definitely gay. And he definitely has a crush on Quackity. And he doesn't know if Quackity likes him back or not.

He'd spent the entire night after they held hands not sleeping a wink, trying to analyse if he was just being trusting and kind or if he was flirting with Wilbur. He hadn't said anything else about it, so Wilbur assumed the former, but still. There could be a chance.
Anyway, now Wilbur's holding his phone and dialling his biological father's number. Quackity isn't here- he has a class.

Wilbur's family is complicated. He was born in Brighton in England to an English mother and an English father, but when he was eleven years old they split up and he was given to his mother. She moved to America, taking him with her, and fell in love with an American man, whom she married. He's OK, but Wilbur doesn't really like him.
He doesn't know his biological father's attitude to gay or LGBT people, but he's always been quite an aggressive man. So Wilbur's going to find out.

He tentatively dials the last digit of his father's phone number onto his phone, and presses the call button. It takes a while for him to answer, but he does.
"Hello?" his dad says.
"Hi, Dad. It's me- yeah- it's me, Wilbur."
"Oh. Hello, Wilbur. What is it now?" his dad says in a complaining tone.
"I'm not asking you for anything, don't worry," Wilbur says.
"What is it? Get on with it, then. I have things to do," his father replies gruffly.
"Um, well..."
Wilbur takes a deep breath.
"Dad, I'm gay."

There's a sort of muffled yell coming from the phone.
"...Dad?" Wilbur asks quietly.
"Gay?!" roars his father. "GAY?"
"Erm, yeah. I like men."
"My son? Gay? Son, you'll get out of this phase soon. It's not natural."
"It is natural, though!"
"It's NOT!" bellows his father. "It is NOT natural and I'm tired of pretending it is! You are NOT attracted to men! I'm not having my own son be the disgrace of the family!"
"Shut up, Dad! Being gay isn't my choice and it's perfectly natural!"
"It IS your choice! Snap out of it! Being gay is a sin, the Bible says so! You're going to HELL if you continue on with this!" his dad screams down the phone.
Tears are brimming in Wilbur's eyes as he defends his sexuality.
"Gays are sick and perverted! You're not being one of them!" his dad claims.
"I am being one of them! I'm in love with a man, and you can't do SHIT about it. You can't even visit me! Yes, you in Sheffield. You should have never moved from Brighton, you with your Essex skank!"
"Do NOT insult Sheila like that! At least we're straight, not mentally ill!"
"That's it, I'm hanging up. You're not my dad. Real dads love their kids no matter what sexuality or gender they are," Wilbur says, his voice breaking from trying not to cry. He presses the 'End call' button and throws his phone into his duvet, flopping down and burying his face in it. And he cries.

He cries a lot. He can't help the streams of tears that flow out of his eyes, but the argument with his father has made him believe there is no hope for humanity any more.
A door clicks open, but he's sobbing too loudly to notice it.
A quiet voice.
"Wilbur?"
He manages to get his face out of the duvet and stare up at Quackity with his tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes.
"Wilbur, are you OK?" Quackity asks.
Wilbur wipes his eyes frantically.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replies, his voice breaking again.
"You're obviously not," Quackity says. "You've been crying."
"No I haven't."
"Wilbur, you were sobbing your eyes out when I came in."
"Oh. Fair enough."
"Why were you crying?" he asks softly, like he's talking to a scared animal.
"It's nothing," Wilbur says, sniffling.
"What was it?"
He sighs. "I... I was disowned by my family. For something I can't control."
"Something you can't control?"
"Yeah, and my dad was being such an asshole to me about it. He told me I was sick and perverted, and I'm going to hell," Wilbur says miserably.
"Wow. What's so sick and perverted or whatever?" Quackity asks curiously.
"I.... I really don't want to tell you. I don't want you to take it the wrong way," Wilbur says, putting his head into the duvet again.
"No, no, it's okay, I won't judge," Quackity says, crouching down to Wilbur's level. Since Wilbur is laying on the bed, he has to crouch a lot.
"Hey, hey, it's alright," he says, stroking Wilbur's hair affectionately, which sends shivers down Wilbur's spine.
He takes a deep breath, again. He slowly, weakly, lifts his head out of the duvet covers.
"I... I'm gay."