Wrong Person, Right Person | TNT duo

Eighteen

  The next day was a bit awkward for the two. Sure they've exchanged a few words here and there, but it was a bit strained, maybe even forced.

Absolutely not what they had in mind.

"And yeah, I get that she's hot but really? Ain't no one in their right mind would ask her out lmao"

Quackity simply listened to his friend talk, nodding while he wrote down the notes on the board.

"Anyways, Karl and George were thinking of watching another movie on Friday night, you up for it?"

The other ravenette asked, his expectant eyes literally screamed 'please say yes'.

"I'll think about it"

He sighed, looking at his friend to catch a hint of disappointment on his face.

Not his fault that these fools drain his energy sometimes.

Sure he loves to hang out with them, but they can be a bit, chaotic to his liking.

The Hispanic stopped writing, his hand that reached out for his water bottle.

As he was taking a few sips from it, Sap Nap began talking again.

"So about Wilbur-"

And immediately, he spat out his drink.

It caused the entire class to stare at him, the teacher who had a brow raised.

Embarrassed, he only shook his head along with his hand waving as if signaling the teacher he was fine.

"Dude what the fuck"

Quackity hissed at the other, Sap Nap who shrugged, a sly smile that he wore.

"And what about him"

He questioned, eyes averting from the American.

"You two seemed pretty close lately"

Sap Nap only grinned, his words that made his friend turn pink.

"No we're not, you're being delusional"

The Hispanic immediately answered, his eyes glancing at the clock from time to time.

Come on, five more minutes.

"Oh come on Q, anyone can tell that something happened between y'all. I haven't heard you complain about him for, about a week."

Curse that bastard for being observant.

"Nothing happened, I've just been, busy"

He lied, feeling a bit anxious about the whole situation.

"Busy doing what? Fucking your rival?"

"What?! No!"

Quackity whispered yelled, his face turning red.

"Look at you getting all red from a joke. You sure nothing's happened? I mean, you can tell me anything you know that right? Im your friend dumbass, no need to get all embarrassed"

The boy lets out a soft laugh, his elbow nudging his friend.

"It's, complicated."

"How complicated?"

"You don't understand. It's stupid, really"

"Then tell me, stupid-"

And the bell rang.

Quackity exhaled in relief, shoving his stuff back in his bag.

"I'll tell you when I can"

He said before rushing out of class.

Sure, he did mentioned that he could, tell his own best friend about shit happening in his life.

But the whole situation with Wilbur? Hell, no, it's embarrassing to admit that he likes the one guy he's supposed to hate.

Put a gun to his head all you want, he's still not telling.

Ah, forget it. Curse that stupid Brit and his, and his face, his voice, his smile-

What the fuck is he thinking right now?

Whatever, he should head to his next class.

But once he stepped in the room, of course, how could he forget.

They have history class together.

Quackity silently cursed to himself, grabbing the seat at the very back in class.

He anxiously drummed his fingers on the table, biting the skin off from his lips.

God, he needs to stop that habit-

"Anyone sitting here?"

Quackity looked up at the taller, his cheeks displaying a shade of pink.

"No"

"Okay"

He watched Wilbur smiled, his heart racing at the sight of it.

"And you need to stop chewing off the skin on your lips"

"I know"

"Yeah"

The two just stared at each other, silence filling in.

Quackity had never felt so
eager to go home before.

A/N; more idiots in love scene wee, next chapter will be where they properly communicate so 😭👎