"Y/n, may I?" Tom says.
Oh shit. He sounds serious. What did I do? What is it this time?
"Before you start your little overthinking journey, let's go up to my room. It's not bad, I just don't want the others to hear us." he says, smiling at me. Relief flows over me as the prospect of a serious conversation leaves my mind.
"Firstly, what's with you and Wilbur? Secondly, are you gonna celebrate your birthday? Thirdly, New Years is tomorrow and we need to get alcohol and food. There's a lot of people coming here!" Tom says.
"Slow the fuck down. Okay, Will and I are friends. No, I'm not celebrating my birthday. I won't go near alcohol, but I'll help with food. Who's coming to the party?" I say. I didn't expect my brain to work so well. I answered all of his questions without having to ask for a repeat.
"What? You and Wilbur are friends? And you're not celebrating your birthday? Also, thanks for offering to help with the food, but with the small kitchen and about seven people already ready to cook, you don't really need to." Tom says.
"Seven?" I ask, wanting to know exactly who. "Ranboo, Aimee, Toby, Niki, Puffy, Kristen and Bill." Tom replies. "Oh, that's actually really cool! Isn't Bill like a shit chef though?" I say. "Yes, which is why he'll be mostly assisting with the plating." Tom replies, assuring me. "But... you and Wilbur? And your birthday?" he adds.
I feel a bit shaken up just by the word birthday. All of my memories from birthdays have been horrendous. I don't remember the night in Germany, though. I was black out drunk when we went clubbing. "I don't think I'm well enough to be thinking about a relationship. And no. No birthday, sorry." I say patting Tom on the back.
"Anyways, how many people are coming?" I ask, desperately wanting to forget I have a birthday. "Oh, nearly the whole SMP, I think." Tom replies. "You think? What's that supposed to mean?" I say, confused at his choice of words. "Well, some flights have been cancelled, so a few people might only be here on the second." he elaborates.
"Oh, that's pretty shit. Who's guaranteed to come?" I ask, forcing myself to think of anything but my birthday. "Well, I know for a fact that Ranboo, Toby, Aimee, Phil, Kristen, Bill, Niki and Freddie are already all at Toby's. They're gonna be here in about 5 hours, by the way. I think Puffy is coming with Fundy as well." Tom says.
"That's so many fucking people... wait- FUNDY? THE FUNDY? Oh my god, we're really good friends! I'm excited! Also, Freddie Badlinu, right?" I say. I've played Minecraft with Fundy for quite a while now. He taught me a lot about coding as well. He has confessed his feeling towards me more than once at this point. It's cute, to be honest.
"Yup, Badlinu. I didn't know you knew Fundy, though. Why didn't you mention him?" Tom asks, giving me a smirk. "God, Tom. Not every guy has to be a potential boyfriend. Why didn't you go all weird about Niki? You're so homophobic right now, oh my god!" I say, rolling my eyes playfully.
"Oh yeah. Like, ninety percent of my friends are gay and I'm SO homophobic- wait, what? You like girls?" he asks. I forgot to come out to him, hm? "I thought I told you. I'm unlabelled. I'm like THE DreamWasTaken." I say. Tom just looks at me. "Tom, don't be homophobic now." I say. He instantly laughs and lightly punches my shoulder.
We then hear screams from downstairs. "What the fuc-" I was cut off my the door slamming open, revealing Will. "Oh shit- SORRY GUYS!" he says. He was about to leave, put I quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back. "What the fuck was that about?" I ask, Will now facing me.
"I... Uhh... I got a bit worried cause neither of you were answering my calls." he says. Only then do I realise...
Our faces are only a few inches apart.
Our foreheads about to touch.
How did we get here exactly?
I notice the door behind Will close as Tom leaves us alone. "He's such a little gremlin." I say. looking away from Will's eyes. In that second of inattentiveness, I take in all of my emotions.
Loneliness. Anger. Sadness. Lust. Fear. Anxiousness.
I can feel the overwhelming emotions cripple up my chest, but I sigh it away as I look back at Will. He's staring straight into my soul. He thinks I don't notice it, but I can see how he winces a bit. "Are you okay?" I ask, still looking deep in his eyes. There's sorrow and fear. Extremely apparent love, too.
"I just hate the fact that I can't just make you better. It pains me to see what you're feeling. You cover it up so well on stream and stuff, but your eyes tell such a story, dear. It's like... even if you don't show that you feel lonely, or sad, or angry, or lustful, or scared... it's there. It's readable." Will says as a glossy layer covers his eyes.
At the moment, I'm not controlling anything. My eyes are like waterfalls, my breathing is becoming heavier, my hands are shaky as fuck, but I still manage to stare straight into Will's eyes. His eyes drop a few tears before he embraces me in a tight engulf. We fall to the ground as he feel my knees give in.
"I'm so sorry, dear..." he says, snuggling into the nape of my neck. "I love you." I say, quiet enough just for me to hear.
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Wilbur POV
I hear Y/n mumble something that doesn't register as real for a while.
"I love you."
"I love you too." I mumble back. I don't know if she heard it, but at least I said it. I told her.
I love Y/n. I love, love, love Y/n. It feels like she could break apart in my arms, but I love her. She's scarred, she's fucked up, but I love her. I wanna be here for her. I wanna help her heal. I wanna tell her that I love her a million times a day. I wanna give her a kiss on the forehead whenever she wakes up.
I wanna kiss her.
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