| Schlattbur Oneshots |

first meetup

he grabbed his stuff from the luggage rack and looked around warily. all sorts of people were smiling, getting rides, reuniting with loved ones. and here he was, stuck in a crowd, nervously looking around as if he were searching for a ghost he just saw.

and then he heard a voice. heard a name called. his name.

"schlatt!", an accented voice rang out, causing schlatt to shift his eyes over towards the door. there stood a blond kid in a red and white t shirt, waving him over.

schlatt rushed towards him, so very thankful to see a familiar face.

"where's w-", he immediately asked, and got immediately interrupted.

"he's outside. calm down, would you? first thing you say to me when you get here is 'where's wilbur'? really?", tommy rolled his eyes.

schlatt glared at him a second before looking past him hopefully at the door.

he didn't see him.

"this way. and you're still not even going to say hi?", tommy grumbled. schlatt kept looking onward, barely even hearing him.

"wha..? oh yeah, hi", he mumbled. he froze and apologized as a very angry someone who he had just bumped into flipped him off.

they finally made it outside of the airport, though a throng of people still lingered out in the crisp air. it smelled of dampness and fresh rain, not dreary but almost comforting.

sweet.

"wilbur isn't out here", schlatt said, miserably looking around.

"well i had to tell you something to get you out of there. but you'll see him soon, don't worry."

tommy led him over to a car, and gestured for him to get it. it was weird being able to get into the passenger seat from where he was standing and not having to go around the car.

but since tommy was driving, he had to.

schlatt opened the backseat door and shoved his luggage in before shutting it and opening his own door, hopping in.

"english cars are so weird", he stated bluntly.

tommy laughed. "suffer, american man."

tommy put the key into the ignite and it roared to life, things beeping and all. he grabbed hold of the wheel and pushed slightly on the pedal to go.

schlatt always felt uncomfortable when someone other than him drove. he hated being a passenger, especially a passenger of an 18 year old boy.

"i'm putting my life in your hands tommy. you better not kill me", he threatened.

tommy just smiled and said, "no promises."

soon enough they reached an apartment, tommy's apartment, probably.

"you're staying with wil, yeah? then leave your stuff here, this is my place. he's just here for a little bit and you'll go home with him later."

schlatt nodded upon hearing tommy's words. the sudden realization that he was about to meet wilbur and live with him for awhile hit him like a pile of bricks. a big brick wall. an anvil on his head.

his heart started beating faster and he felt his palms sweat. why was this so nerve racking?

he slowly opened the door and climbed out of the car, following tommy to the building and through the hall to the elevator. they stepped in and tommy pressed "2", indicating the second floor.

the elevator jerked for a second as always and shut the door, going up. it dinged and stopped, its doors automatically opening.

footsteps.

down the carpeted hall.

there.

apartment b6.

tommy's apartment.

and wilbur was inside.

shaking his hands to rid his nervous energy. wiping them on the front of his pants. he was ready.

"d-do i look okay?", he quickly asked tommy.

tommy rolled his eyes. "you look fine, now come on and let's meet your lover."

schlatt shot him a quick glare before it disappeared even quicker than it appeared when tommy reached for the door knob.

he turned it.

it clicked.

they stepped inside.

from somewhere down a hall, loud, running footsteps were heard, and a bump.

"ow!"

schlatt's eyes lit up.

there, rushing around the corner and holding his arm, was wilbur.

"schlatt!"

"wilbur!"

they both raced to each other, wrapped up in each other's arms within seconds.

wilbur smiled wide and put his chin on top of schlatt's head.

"welcome to the uk."

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