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Late To School

The smell of pancakes was something that always made me feel happy, it always reminds me of my birthday. What day is it? My eyelids were a bit brighter than before, either someone was turning on a light or it was finally time for me to get up. Slowly I blink my eyes open and see my roof, just a normal roof. Except it smells amazing. Looking down at my hands I realize that I'm on my couch with a blanket that came out of the spare cupboard. My mind went blank and I was so confused about what was going on. My eyes went straight to my bed and no one was there, then they went to the kitchen. Bingo. Wilbur was standing there spatula in hand flipping pancakes. "Good mornin' hope you didn't mind. I was getting a bit hungry and I thought you might want some breakfast," Wilbur's voice was all soft as if he was speaking to a cat or a child. I stood up and took a few steps to realize my foot was asleep, so I decided to sit on one of the stools on the counter.

"Morning Wilbur, thanks for making breakfast. I was getting a bit hungry," the second I said that my stomach started to churn. Wilbur just let out an airy chuckle. He flips a pancake onto a plain white plate and sets it in front of me, seconds later he pulls out butter, a butter knife, and a fork.

"Hey, do you have any syrup? If not, I'm gonna go to the grocery store across the street. Are they open on Mondays?" Fuck. It's Monday. School. Work. I am screwed

"OH MY FUCKING GOD ITS MONDAY I'VE GOT SCHOOL," As soon as my voice started yelling Wilbur flinched. He was frozen with his mouth open, still in shock from the sudden yell. I looked at the time and it was 7:55 Before he could say anything I ran to my walk-in closet and shut the door. Quick Y/n, what do you want to wear today? You have 5 minutes to be ready and out the door. I looked up and just threw on a random T-shirt and some pants, and quickly grabbed a pair of shoes to put on under my converse. The second they were very sloppily tied I ran out of the closet and to the bathroom. Yanking a brush through my hair whilst brushing my teeth was kinda hard to do but it's something you get used to as a college student. The minty taste was left in my mouth as I opened the door to see Wilbur now with the syrup from my pantry, sitting on one of the stools next to the counter eating his pancakes.

"Y/-"

"Wilbur I've got to go right now to text one of the boys or Niki your address, have them pick you up and drop you off at the car or wait for me to come home. Lock the door if you do go, and spare key in the bathroom in my makeup bag. Don't burn the place down. BYE,'' Everything spewed out of my mouth at lightning speed as I quickly ran through the apartment and grabbed my keys. The second the door slammed shut Wilbur finally understood everything I said, after repeating it in his head a couple of times.

I ran down the stairs quickly and very loudly, for sure there was going to be a noise complaint. If they figure out who it was. Heh. The sets of stairs go by in a flash. My foot hit the main floor and I was already jitter clicking the unlock button to my car. It only took a few steps to get all the way across the room and to the double doors. Although it did hurt when I ran into them, they opened at least. My car was only a few spaces away from the doors in the parking lot so about a second later I felt the aluminum car handle in my hand. With a little pull the door opened and I was in the driver seat.

First things first I put my key into the ignition and pray that nothing important happened in math, and hope my English teacher doesn't kill me for coming in mid lesson. Hell, I'll probably only make it in for the last 10 ish minutes. The engine comes alive and I put it into gear. My foot hit the petal and I was off.

Wilburs POV

What the fuck have I woken up too. Me asleep on someone's bed, a cat fast asleep on my stomach, and Y/n asleep on the couch. Slowly I start moving around the queen sized bed and my eyes still want to cling shut. Dépaysement is the correct word for what I'm feeling right now. Letting out a sigh I kicked off the blankets that were covering me and gently moved the cat off of my stomach, trying not to wake it up. I'm in the same clothes that I wore yesterday. What happened yesterday? All I can remember is getting in my car and driving off, where did I even drive to? My feet hit the ground and I walk over to the sleeping Y/n she's in the same clothes as yesterday. Wait, I do remember going to the race yesterday and meeting her, Tubbo, Tommy, Ranboo, Niki, and some others were also there.