what's stopping you?

friend-date night

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

wilbur isn't sure if he's more pissed off about his decision to walk, or the fact that he's wasted the whole night with useless small talk.

they're almost home now, having walked twenty-odd minutes in the cold already, and wilbur feels like he's absolutely wasted a golden opportunity.

he's learnt a lot: dream's favourite colour is green, he thinks white shoes go with everything, he likes his pizza plain with extra sauce (if possible), he only enjoys fizzy drinks if they've got ice in them, punz was born first, his parents are both business people, dream actually isn't his real name, he doesn't remember the last time he ate fish- you know, mindless stuff, nothing below surface level.

every single detail wilbur's learnt, he is sure he'll remember forever, but he still can't help the fact that he's wasted a good chance by being too anxious to try and dig deeper.

"so," wilbur starts, just wanting to start a conversation now that they've fallen into a comfortable silence, "was it better than america?"

"hm?"

"the pizza hut," he reiterates, "which is better?"

"oh," dream hums understandingly, thinking for a few long moments, "they're like, the same, i think."

"that's not an option," wilbur denies, shaking his head, "you have to choose one."

dream playfully rolls his eyes, and the easy-going expression makes wilbur smile. "england then, i guess," dream answers, his voice tinted with soft embarrassment, "since you were there."

wilbur's heart skips a beat, then another, then remembers how it's supposed to work. he feels like a giddy teen with a crush, smiling stupidly in response to the subtle flirting. "that's a valid reason," he says, feeling bubbly like freshly poured champagne.

"yeah," dream mumbles in agreement, sporting a fond smile, "i thought so."

"what else is better in england?" wilbur asks, maybe to start a conversation, maybe to confirm his beliefs that the uk is infinitely better than america.

dream hums in thought before answering, "i like the weather here. it's not as nice, but it's a lot more bearable, and i like how often it rains at night."

"why the rain at night?" wilbur wonders, adding the knowledge to his list of dream facts.

"it gives me something to listen to," he says, "less focus to think about stuff."

wilbur nods understandingly, trying not to think about what happened to dream- he doesn't want to ruin their night.

"i like the choices at school, too, like the class options, and how they do the free periods too," dream continues to list out, "and the school food."

"what was the food like there?"

"crap on a plate," dream answers honestly, earning a short laugh from the brunette. "there's more options here, i think, and it's not just junk food."