Wrong Person, Right Person | TNT duo

Seventeen

  Here he is, acting all giddy just because they're going to call. What a dork.

Quackity plugged in his earphones, soon texting the other that he was ready.

Just as he hit send, the caller ID popped up almost immediately.

Jesus Christ.

"Hey"

"Hi"

The two spoke at the same time, a chuckle from the other line.

"How's the five year old doing?"

Wilbur joked, causing Quackity to scoff.

"Shut the fuck up"

"Where's my bedtime story fucktard"

He whispered yelled, not wanting to wake his parents up.

"Hold on, I got one that I used to tell my brother about"

"He stopped asking for more afterwards"

"Yeah? Then tell"

"Okay"

Wilbur shifted around, attempting to get comfortable.

"Okay so uhm, there was once a mother who had three sons"

He started, Quackity who hummed as a response.

"And one particular day while she was bathing her youngest son, the other two were outside uhm, playing a game."

"Yeah anyways, the older asked if his brother wants to play the butcher and the pig, the younger who obviously said yes."

"And so he actually uhm stabbed his brother by accident lol yeah and uhm I don't remember exactly how it goes but I remember his mother like killing the eldest son and ran back in to probably kill the youngest as well."

"But then the fucker was already drowned to death. Yeah she killed herself afterwards. Poor husband came back to his kids and wife dead lmao yeah end of story"

If Wilbur was by his side right now, he would've kicked the fucker and beat him up.

No wonder his brother doesn't want any more bed time stories from him.

"Well fuck you now I'm not sleeping EVEN more"

He huffed while the Brit only laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't feel like telling you about the princess and the frog story"

Wilbur listened as Quackity cussed him out on the other end, snickering.

"Okay I'm not a good story teller but I sure can sing?"

Hearing his words, the ravenette sighed, shrugging. But of course Wilbur can't see that.

"Sure thing"

He stared at his phone screen, raising a brow when the Brit switched to video call. Quackity's camera that was already turned off.

"Thought you'd prefer to watch me play"

He rolled his eyes, a smile on his tired face.

"Yeah okay"

The Hispanic watched as Wilbur strummed his guitar, tuning it a bit before actually playing a song.

He cleared his throat, a nervous smile that he wore. He didn't know why, but he felt a little shy singing to Quackity. Maybe because his song choice was, awfully speaking out his feelings.

And so he began to sing,

(Is this falling by Charlie Bennett)

Is this falling?