~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~

~Melt in Your Mouth~

I hate admitting I did something wrong.
And...
I especially hate admitting that my family did something wrong.

But...

.
.
.

I miss him.
We haven't talked in weeks.
Even though we worked in the same shifts, we just didn't talk to each other.

Work was awkward. All I could do was cringe when I thought of it..
I miss him.

It was night. The days have seemed to be looping together like some sort of... time loop. School, work, home and sleep. Over and over again.

Quackity used to make it bearable but now that he wasn't talking to me...

My room was eerily quiet. The soft hum of crickets and croaks of frogs could be heard from outside of my window. My door was locked.

My bed was calling to me, even though I was already tucked away inside of it. I couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't handle the fact that once again I would fall asleep without Quackity knowing how sorry I felt. I would even apologize on my mother's behalf.

I looked at my beside table, where my phone lay. I reached out to grab it when my phone screen lit up. I sat up straight in my bed, looking at the device. It began to ring. I snatched it from the table and looked at the caller ID. Alex?

"Hello? Q what's up? It's 11 pm y'know?" I whispered as I put the phone to my ear, automatically looking at my room door. Please don't let my parents barge in.

"Yeah. I know that Soot. But... this is important."
"So important you had to wake me up?"
"I knew you weren't asleep... Carino."

I blushed. How was this stupid nickname still making me blush?

"Whatever Quackity. What's so important?"
"Cariño. We got a special order earlier today... for a wedding." Quackity's voice was gravelly, almost as if he just woke up. "The couple wanted us to cater for them in approximately three weeks."
I hummed. Quackity sounded sort of robotic to me. As if I was just another employee in this coffee shop.

I smoothed out my blanket in front of me.
"Hey Q?"

"...yeah Wilbur?"

"Please... Please forgive me."
Of course he would be the one I'd admit my wrongdoing to.

"Forgive you... for what?"
I scowled.
"For... for letting my mother say those harsh things to you. I apologize for my mother's behaviour. I apologize on her behalf. I'm sorry."

There was a quiet silence from the other end of the phone, like the line went blank.

"... you don't have to apologize, Cariño. I should be the one saying sorry. I've been quite... despicable through the past weeks, even though you weren't the one to say those things. I'm sorry."

I laughed.
"You didn't only call me just for work, did you Alex?"

He laughed. It was light and airy, like he had just gotten something off of his chest.
"Maybe, Cariño, maybe..."

I sighed as I fell backwards onto my bed. With the warm phone against my face, I bit my fingernails, listening to the quiet taps from the end of the phone.

"Quackity~ are you tapping onto the phone?"
"I'm tapping on my desk. I have work to do and... you're distracting me Cariño."
"Am I really?"
"Yeah you are. With your... everything."

"My everything? Just call my voice handsome and get over it."

I heard a quick draw of breath from the other end of the phone.

"Well?"
"Fuck you."

Quiet.
He hung up on me.

I frowned, looking at my phone. I was really enjoying our conversation.
I put my phone on my bed side table, looking up at the ceiling.

Ring! Ring!

I leaned back over towards my phone, answering the call.
"Yes Quackity?"

"... find a suit to wear for the wedding, we have to be there."
"Okay then love."

"Um... and you do have a handsome voice."

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A/N: Questions for the Queers (you): What should the honeyduo wear to the wedding? And what should they serve? This question is lowkey just for the early ducklings lol