Why did he agree to the hang out? Quackity stared at his phone, trying to read what he typed. What the shit, he was literally typing gibberish.
The boy groaned, falling back onto his bed and looked at the time.
15:49 p.m.
Ah there's an hour and 11 minutes left, he'll be fine.
.
You know what a shower sounds good.
.
Fuck, his wardrobe is plain as shit.
He pulled a hand down his face. Why is he even stressing out over this? It's not like- they're out on a date haha- no-
"I'm going insane"
Quackity exhaled, grabbing out a white hoodie and a black and white varsity jacket. After a few more minutes of rummaging through the closet, he chose a light coloured pair of straight fit trousers.
It should do,,,
The boy then changed into it, grabbing his cap and put it on. He'd bring his phone and wallet along, soon making his way downstairs. After tying the shoelaces of his shoes, he walked out of the house, not forgetting to bid his goodbyes to his parents.
There was still about more than half an hour, but with the traffic going on? It should be enough, or less.
He took the bus, not feeling like asking his father to drive him or riding his bike.
It's either the bus or grabbing a cab, and he chose the cheaper option since one, he's broke, two, bus rides can be nice and three, cab drivers are usually talkative as fuck and he's an awkward teenager.
Quackity hummed to himself, his fingers tapping to the beat of the music while he waited for the vehicle to stop.
After wasting more time, it finally did and the boy got off.
Anxiety soon hitting him like the bitch it is when he did. He walked, trying to make his way to the stupid place they agreed to meet with his heart ramming in his chest and sweat that trickled down his forehead.
It may be cold outside but dear god it didn't help when he's literally silently panicking right now.
All he wants to do now is turn away and run back home, acted like he didn't know and sleep away.
But of course he didn't.
As soon as he made his way in the amusement park, he noticed the Brit right away.
If God does exist, will he accept him in his kingdom?
Who allowed, just- who allowed that dickhead to be, charming.
He wants to go home, he NEEDS to go home immediately-
"Quackity?"
Wilbur called out, a smile on his face. Where's the nearest bridge? He can jump off it this instant.
"What are you doing you dumbass"
A laugh was heard from the brunet, causing Quackity's heart to skip a beat. If he could, he would punch his face and run away immediately. But instead he walked towards the taller, a frown on his face.
"You're the dumbass, I could've spent my time sleeping you know"
He huffed, watching as Wilbur snickered at him. He may be a little good looking-
With that plain dark coloured v shaped sweater over his white dress shirt- not to mention being tucked underneath his pants.
Compared to Wilbur, he looked like any kind of teenager-
"Helloo, earth to Quackityy"
The Brit waved a hand in front of him, having him snapped out from his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"You were zoning out, stupid. Come on, don't just stand there"
He grabbed the ravenette's wrist and pulled him in the crowd.
They played a bit of the games that interests them, mostly with Wilbur winning.
The game was probably rigged, otherwise why wouldn't Quackity got a shot in winning?
Damn his luck.
They bickered, they laughed and they had fun. It was mostly arguments and conversations filled with insults though-
The sky was getting darker and the two had only munched on street foods, maybe a bit too much.
They finally got to rest when their asses met the bench.
Quackity would admit, it was okay, to hang with Wilbur.
Keyword; okay.
He turned to see the brunet smiling, his attention up ahead.
Did he ever mentioned how good looking was his side view? No?
Well shit- no he takes it back-
"You know, it's funny"
He suddenly spoke, catching Quackity off guard.
"What is?"
"Just two weeks ago, we're going after each other's throats, and now, look at us"
Wilbur chuckled, looking back at the ravenette.
"I think you're being delusional"
Quackity laughed out rather nervously, his grip tightening around the edge of the bench.
"Riding the ferris wheel sounds like a good idea right now
Don't you agree?"
A sigh was let out by Wilbur, his gaze back up ahead.
"Maybe that's just you"
"Yeah? Maybe I'm just being romantic"
It made Quackity blushed, his attention quickly turned away from the Brit.
"You're just being stupid"
"And you're just acting all tough"
"Touche"
Wilbur rolled his eyes with a smile, soon getting up and extended a hand out towards the boy.
"Well? Are we giving it a go?"
The other only stared at it, hesitating a while before taking his hand. It made Wilbur smile once more, pulling Quackity up.
"Yeah just cause you asked nicely"
A/N; wee, new update, date night, gay, gay, homosexual- I'll find my way out.
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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?
