While working at a diner George meets someone who pulls him into a world of joy, coffee and banter, but when he loses his chance he meets someone new. <3
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I sat at my kitchen table with Sapnap's number. I've been debating to call him all morning and now I was more unsure. Dream has been trying to call me and from the few texts I peeked at he's practically begging me not to call Sapnap. I didn't know what to do, so I called Wilbur.
"Will?"
"Hey George! Still coming to the dance?"
"Of course! I was wondering something though," I tapped the table
"Yes?"
"I went back to work yesterday."
"Woah, that's new," his mocking tone was even more clear through the phone
"Ha ha, but while I was there, Sapnap came in."
"Oh, damn."
"Yeah."
"What did he say?" "He blamed me for Dream breaking up with him," I shrugged
"Dream broke up with him? But didn't you tell him to stay with Sap?"
"Yeah! But, apparently Dream didn't listen." He chuckled softly
"So what after that?"
"He gave me his number." I picked up the paper and twirled it in my fingers
"What are you going to do?"
"I dunno, that's why I called you."
"You're asking me?"
"Yeah! Should I call him?"
"Hm, what would you say?"
"I guess I would try and explain that I didn't want them to break up."
"That could be good," I heard some shuffling on Wilbur's end.
"So, what're you doing?"
"Getting ready for the dance."
"When does it start?" "Well, I don't open the doors till 4 pm but I could always make an exception for you," his voice got softer and my stomach swirled
"Oh! Okay," I felt my face warm
"You sound flattered," he laughed
"Well someone just offered me early acces to something, why wouldn't I be?"
"I suppose," we both laughed and I felt my cheeks flush.
"So when will I see you?" his voice was soft again and I held my breath
"I can be there in 20," I couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across my face
"Alright George," I could hear his smile.
I got dressed and looked in the mirror.
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This is good right? It's not too formal but also shows that I put in effort. Why do I care? Wilbur is my friend and just because he makes my stomach light and fluttery doesn't mean anything. Right? Oh god, I'm a mess. I checked the time and I had 10 minutes to get there, perfect. I'm going to be late, I gave my cat a few treats and a good amount of pats. I started out the door and raced down the sidewalk. Everysingle cross walk seemed to take forever to go and when I saw the bookstore in view I sped up significantly. I made it there atleast 3 minutes late and knocked on the door.
"Oh hey George!"
"Sorry I'm late," I wheezed out
"You're good! Come in, want some coffee?"
"Can you make it iced?"
"Mhm," I collapsed on a couch and as I started to relax I finally looked at Will. Now, I mean this in a completely platonic, best friend way, he looked so hot.
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"Are you okay?" He was leaning against a counter
"Um, yeah," I loosened my collar.
"I'll say what I said before, you can always take a picture," he winked and then handed me an iced coffee. My face flushed and I quickly started drinking it trying to cool down.
"Wilbur," he sat next to me
"Hm?" "You make rooms good." I muttered
"What do you mean?" he smiled, dork.
"You just make me feel better," I shrugged. He laughed and I felt my face heat up
"You too George," He looked at me and I couldn't help but smile.
