Flowers and Coffee || Wilburnotfound

- Chapter 8 -

I rushed into work early for once after what Dream said. Karl gave me a look as I tidied up my apron for once, "I thought you were over him," Karl rolled his eyes

"I am!" I stated clearly defensive

"Mhm sure," he teased and I just glared. I flattened my hair and began going table to table. I got so into it I hardly noticed a handsome blonde walk. I didn't notice him sitting down and waiting patiently.

"Hello sir! May I take your order?" I almost dropped my note pad seeing his smile

"I thought we were gonna be more friendly sir," he ginned

"What do you want Dream?" I smiled softly

"A coffee, well 2. Sap is coming," he smiled and I felt my heart break.

"Yeah right away," I trudged off feeling like a dick. He's taken so? That doesn't matter. That doesn't affect you. Needless to say, I made Karl deliver the coffee and I left 'sick'. I walked out of work guilty for still loving him and thinking he would just ditch his lover for me. I wasn't anything special. I picked some flowers mindlessly on my way to see Wilbur. I discovered that in the book there was a slip of paper with his number. Of course we chatted up a storm that night talking about movies and books. I opened the door to the dusty bookstore and saw him sitting at the front desk legs propped up reading a book whose cover was practically off.

"Hey Wil," i huffed sitting next to him

"Hey George- Shouldn't you be at work?!" he asked, looking at me with disbelief.

"He's there," i mumbled

"Pardon?"

"Dream"

"Who?"

"My old crush," i stated

"Like I knew that...Why does that matter?"

"Cause his boyfriend is there and it's awkward!"

"I thought you sorted things out," he flipped a page

"We did, kinda." I glanced at the cover. No Footprints in the Bush, "What's the about?"

"Don't change the subject," Wilbur smiled

"Tell meeee," I whined

"No shush," he tapped my head with the book

"Rude," I stared at his eyes and snached his glasses dashing towards the shelves

"George!" He yelled but it turned into laughter as he chased me. I managed to slip away hunched in a corner, "You do know I work here, right?" silence.

"I know this place like the back of my hand," I could hear his smile, "I'm also really tall," I looked up to see him folded over the shelf I was behind and he gently took his glasses from my stunned hands. He helped me up and we walked back to the store when a boy ran in. He looked no younger than 18, he had dirty orange hair with a white streak. (A/N: I aged down fundy so Wilbur and he could have more of a father/son relationship...I also made him trans like c!fundy...listen i-)

"Fundy? You should be at school," Wilbur frowned like a stern father

"Those people were being mean," Fundy frowned

"Whose class do you have?"

"Phil-" Wilbur gave him a look, "Mr.Wattson," Fundy corrected and Wilbur nodded

"I'll email him, have a seat," He pulled up another chair at the counter, "George," he turned to me with a key explaining that it opened his apartment upstairs, "Start the kettle and i'll make some tea," He smiled at Fundy.

(A/N: I changed the ship not only to make the book flow more smoothly, but i also just adore this ship!)