Don't Know How to Feel.

42. Completely Fucking Wrong

Wilbur stood in front of his closet, feeling rushed to change out of the set of clothes he wore for work into something better. And the fact that one of his sleeves was all stained and soggy supported the idea of changing.

So with a huff, he pulled the button-up shirt over his head, tossing it into the basket full of worn clothes beside him. He dragged his hand over his face with a groan, now he had to figure out what to wear- which was normally easy.

But there was something in him making him doubt every outfit he picked out, telling him that this was going to be the first time in two weeks that he would see Quackity. But that shouldn't be some whole big deal that's making him doubt things now. It really shouldn't. It shouldn't be making Wilbur question his outfit like he was trying to impress a crush.

And that totally explains why Wilbur was now laying on his bed shirtless because he couldn't find anything in his closet worthy of being worn.

He bit his cheek as he stared up at the ceiling, glancing over to his bathroom door for a second before sitting up. He decided on taking a shower first, getting nice and clean before changing into new clothes. It was a long day of work, after all, a nice refreshing shower would do good for him.

Maybe that was what was bothering him, not wanting to put on a set of clean clothes without actually being, fully clean himself. It wasn't getting nervous about anything that ever had to deal with Quackity ever. It wasn't if Quackity would comment on Wilbur's outfit, noticing he took the time to dress up extra. It wasn't if Quackity would compliment Wilbur, say things to Wilbur that would make his chest burn and his eyes widen with flushed cheeks all because of his efforts to dress up for the man. Yup, that's not it at all. Wilbur didn't want those things- nope. He wasn't hoping that any of those would be a result of his well-thought-out choice of clothing.

So that was not why he rinsed himself an extra time than he normally did in the shower, and that's not why he spent an extra long time in the bathroom. Standing in front of his mirror with a towel wrapped around his hips as he focused on getting his hair just right, and checking if his stubble had grown any longer than wanted. Not even when he just stood there, staring at his torso in the mirror, eyes travelling up to his hair and almost letting his mind wander to think about whether Quackity approved of the way he looked or not- almost though. He quickly shoved the thought out of his head and let out a sigh before walking out of the bathroom.

After rummaging through his closet he decided on a good dress shirt he thought accentuated his torso and fashionably hugged onto his shoulders, the collar of the shirt delicately surrounding Wilbur's neck. Pairing it with fancy black trousers and an even darker belt with gold accents he was finally walking out the front door.

He leaned on the heel of his boots for a moment, biting his tongue before he closed the door. He felt particularly confident about his outfit, he felt good in it, and he thought he looked good in it. So there was no need to try and worry about whether he dressed up for Quackity or not. He simply did it to feel attractive and confident. Nothing to deal with trying to impress Quackity, trying to get Quackity's approval, or listening to Quackity tell him sly, little compliments with a low voice as both of their hands trail around-

And that was where Wilbur stopped himself, shoving all related thoughts to a place over far away dirt and darkness in his mind where he keeps most problems.

And so he stepped across blocks of sand, making his way over under the warm sun. Despite how dim its light was, the sun still provided a calming warmth on Wilbur's back as he walked.

He heard faint voices, making him tilt his head to the left with a curious glance. But it wasn't Quackity, and to that, he let out a small sigh. About to shrug and turn away Wilbur was brought back to trying to be curious about the conversation when he heard mention of Quackity. Maybe he could ask where Quackity was- they were already talking about him so surely asking a question like such wouldn't be a problem.