As soon as Quackity was ready, not really but hey, he asked for it. He wanted the random stranger who texted him by accident to call him, to teach him this stupid subject. So he's not gonna just, bail.
He took in a deep inhale, hitting the call button. It rang for a while, for a split second before it stopped.
Silence.
They did not dare to talk, did not dare to get close to the phone, just pure silence on the other end.
It was an awful start.
"Hey." The Hispanic spoke, breaking the awkward silence they caused.
And for in that moment, Wilbur had forgotten how to breathe.
He knew that voice.
Hell, he flirted with the guy he mocks everyday.
"Hey asshole if you're not gonna talk, I'm ending the damn call so speak fucktard"
God damn.
The Brit panicked a bit, shifting in his seat before proceeding to actually, talk.
"Hey." Was all he could say.
And Quackity held in a breath.
Shit. What is this coincidence?
Out of all people who could have been the stupid person who he enjoys talking to,
It has to be Wilbur fucking Soot.
He didn't even know how much worse can this get? "Fuck." He started, feeling a headache forming.
"Why is it you"
A nervous chuckle was heard. Good, stay nervous. "I didn't, expect you either"
"Shit face" Wilbur spoke, playfulness in his tone. And Quackity didn't like that, he didn't like how it made the butterflies in his stomach flutter.
The boy only scowled, even if Wilbur couldn't see it. "Shut the fuck up you whore" He huffed, only earning a small laughter from the other end.
If Wilbur isn't such a prick, he would've hate him less. But God that laugh-
Fuck he's so gay.
"Funny coming from you" There was a hint of cockiness in it.
Every gay thoughts Quackity possessed soon crumbled, him nearly smacking himself.
Something is definitely wrong with him.
"I hope you fucking fall off a cliff" He hissed, ending the call out of spite.
And because he didn't want to admit how fucking hot Wilbur actually sounded.
The ravenette shoved his face into the pillows when he let himself fall onto the mattress of his bed. A muffled scream forming for him to vent out his frustration.
He hates Wilbur.
He hates him.
He hates his stupid haircut.
His stupid grin
His punchable face
His laugh
His small smiles-
Yeah, he hates him.
Quackity hates Wilbur.
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Wrong Person, Right Person | TNT duo
Fanfiction!!Includes sexual jokes, homophobia, some slurs, and a whole load of cringe with gay!! Quackity and Wilbur hate each other, always will, never to be changed. But what happens if Wilbur texted the wrong person?
