~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~

~As Sour as Lemon Meringue Pie~

TW: some yummy homophobia (I'd be lying if I didn't say I based some of this chapter on my very own mom 😍🔫 Anyway have fun kids)

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I was scared of my mum.

She wasn't always the most understanding when it came to things that are "not normal" for boys at my age to do. Like when I was 5 and she caught me playing around with her make-up. She told me "That's not normal sweetpea." and forced me to wash it off. And when I was 8 and found my mum's "cool shoes" and walked around in them like they were stilts. Then when my mom caught me wearing her heels, she sat me down and pulled out her Bible, even though we weren't even religious. Though, I still couldn't understand why wearing make-up and walking in heels were a sin.

What if she found my dress? Was she going to yell at me? Was she going to kick me out? Before, my little "rebellious" stunts were clouded by youth, but now I was 17. She was going to show her true wrath.

  I wasn't worried about father. He never was even around to see me, why would he see my dress? Mum may tell him but it's not like he'd care.

Its been a couple of days since the wedding and the dress has never seen daylight since. My days have been school to homework to job, and I've actually been enjoying it. Sure, school was getting tougher because I was graduating soon, but I had something to look forward to at the end of the day. On the days I didn't have a shift, I'd do extra studying then have an embarrassingly long phone call with... well, you know.

Today was one of those days.

I walked home from school, as I usually did, mentally preparing myself to finish a huge science project I had and to study for a chemistry test.
I pushed open the front door to my house just to find... my mother pacing in our living room.

"Mum? What're you doing?" I dropped my bag by the door, closing it behind me. She looked at me with a deep frown.

"Wilbur."

She held up a piece of white cloth like it was evidence.

"I was cleaning the house today. I found this, care to explain?"
"What is- oh..."

My heart dropped at she spread out the "cloth", it was my dress.
I was in deep shit now. I knew I should've gotten rid of it. Threw it away or something. Now she's found it.
I started to sweat. I took a deep breath as my mother's eyebrow quirked up.
"So?"

"It-It's Niki's dress! She left it the last time she was here. It was spare clothes she had."

"I found it in your closet. Niki wasn't in your room the last time she was here."
"I was just holding it there for her."
"It smells like cologne."
"It was in my closet Mum!"

"Wilbur, honey, tell me the truth."
She stared into my eyes.
"And... we both know this is a little too big for Niki."

My jaw clenched, forcing me to gulp. "What do you want me to say?"
"The truth."

My eyes glossed over. I was dead.
"It's mine."

She sighed, scrunching up her nose in disgust.
"Really Wilbur? After all I taught you, you turnout to be a-" She paused, looking away from me. She covered her mouth, like she was going to vomit. She swore, tossing the dress on the floor and walking into the kitchen.

I stood still, tears starting to fall. What was she going to say? What was she going to call me? It couldn't be what I thought it was. I started to head into my room. I needed someone to talk to.

"Wilbur! Come here!"
I stumbled, turning around, and begrudgingly walked to the kitchen.

I looked down, avoiding her eye contact. "...yes?"

"Who put you up to this? Is it that Alex kid?"
I glared up at her.
"What? No, he has nothing to do with this!
She sighed. "How you're acting and the fact that you're crying makes me think that he has plenty to do with this." She scowled.
"I knew something was wrong with him. Now he has you thinking thoughts."

Tears flooded my face. "Nothing is wrong with him, Mum, nothing!" My face started turning red.

"Are you gay, Wilbur?"

We looked at each other. I couldn't breathe. It felt like my lungs were closing in. I felt nauseous.

"Well?"
"I... don't know."
"What happened at that wedding? In fact, what do you do at that coffee shop?"
"I work, Mum! That's all I've been doing."

My mother put her fingers on the bridge of her nose, squeezing it.
"Wilbur, you're grounded 'til you start telling me the truth."
"What?"
She sneered at me. "You heard me. No phone, no hanging out, no "going to work." She said in a mocking voice. "And you must return that dress."
"What? But I-"
"I'm not asking you."

I wiped my face. "Fuck you."
I turned around hastily, grabbed my dress from the floor of my living room, and barricaded myself inside of my room.

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Words: 875 (according to Wattpad)
A/N: this was fun :)