•Unfinished Symphony• (Quackbur)

•Chapter 9•

The next day at work Quackity could hardly focus. For some fucking reason all that was in his mind was Wilbur.

Wilbur.

Wilbur.

Wilbur.

And the fact the customers have been jerks today didn't make his mood any better.

"Oh my fucking god" he mumbles. The customer ordering gives him an ugly look. Quackity's eyes widen.

"I'm…so sorry ma'am I swear I was not directing that at you. It was a thought in my head." he explains, trying to state his case. The lady rolls her eyes and goes back to ordering. Quackity hears a scoff behind him. He looks behind and sees Wilbur, shoulder leaning against the coffee machines. Quackity rushes to finish the lady's order and motions for Wilbur to meet him in the bathroom.

Quackity peeks his head into Skeppy's office. "Skeppy, can you cover while I, uh, use the bathroom real quick?'

"Sure, dude."

Quackity gives Skeppy a grateful smile and goes to meet up with Wilbur in the bathroom. He enters and closes the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Nothing really. Just..missed you. Got, uh, lonely." Wilbur shrugs.

Quackity adjusts his beanie. "Well thank fucking god. Today has been shit for me. It's honestly so nice to see you."

Wilbur takes a step closer. "What's been bad?"

"Just asshole customers being assholes." Quackity rolls his eyes. "Especially this one lady. She HAS to have 3 and A HALF fucking pumps of mocha. Any more or less and she notices."

Wilbur chuckles.

"NO SERIOUSLY. I shrugged it off and did 4 pumps and she went full fucking Karen! As in threatening to 'rUiN mY rEpUtaTiOn oN sOciAl MeDiA' and 'cAlL tHE mAnaGeR' type of Karen." Quackity complains.

Wilbur smirks at Quackity and takes another step closer. "Then you should have just done three and a half pumps.."

Quackity sighs. "You don't understand. That's not physically possi-"

He glances over behind him. A man stood, confused at the entrance of the bathroom. Quackity gives an awkward laugh. It probably looks like he's talking to a wall.

"I'm, um, on a phone call?" he tries to explain, scrambling to dig his phone out of his pocket. The man raises an eyebrow and walks to the nearest stall.

"Damn you, I almost got caught." Quackity whisper-laughs.

They both stand in awkward silence, trying to hold back laughter. As soon as the man leaves they burst into a fit of giggles.

"He's so cute when he giggles like that..." Wilbur thinks to himself and smiles.

"Fuck, I, uh, I like your laugh." Wilbur stutters mindlessly, not really thinking about what he had just said.

Quackity stops laughing but the smile on his face grows bigger. "Wilbur…" he says in a playful-seductive voice. The tone was joking, but still enough to make Wilbur gulp slightly.

Wilbur, not wanting Quackity to win this unspoken flirting game they had going on, quickly but confidently fires back. "Sorry. I just couldn't help it. It's so hard to not compliment you every five seconds."

They both let out a small laugh at the cringiness of the dumb conversation.

Quackity rolls his eyes. His eyes find their way to connect with Wilbur's. He moves his own hand closer to Wilbur's. They reach out to hold hands and.. "Right through each other." Quackity mumbles, slightly disappointed. Wilbur rubs the back of his neck.

Quackity clears his throat. "Well I guess I should be heading back to work now. My boss probably thinks I'm taking a really fat shit right now so.."

Wilbur laughs. "Probably. So..wanna hang tonight or..?"

"Do I have much of a choice?" Quackity asks jokingly.

"Nope." Wilbur grins.

"Well then I'll see you after work, Wilbur."

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The day went by pretty quickly after that. Nothing could seem to kill Quackity's random burst of happiness. Not even when a customer spilled creamer on his shirt. He felt bubbly and warm on the inside. He felt like he was walking on Cloud 9.  He hadn't felt this good since before Karl cheated on him.

"I have no idea what this feeling is but god I fucking love it."

He subtly hums a tune as he enters the house. It was late and he was tired but he still wanted to make sure to say hi to Wilbur.

"Wilburrrrr."

No response?

"Wilbur?"

He puts down his bag and walks up to the attic.

"Hey Q!" Wilbur waves. Quackity gives an exhausted smile. "Come join me in star gazing."

"Actually, Wilbur I'm honestly really tired."

Wilbur shakes his head. "Nope. You said earlier you'd come and hang out with me. So get your ass over here, Quackity." he commands, in a somewhat playful tone, even though he was being serious.

Quackity rolls his eyes and smirks. "Fine if you insist since you're so obsessed with me."

"Damn right I am."

Quackity pauses at the comment, his face turning red for like the hundreth fucking time. "Fuck off, Wilbur." he smiles, joining Wilbur on the creaky wooden floor.

The two sat and talked about the most random shit for like an hour.

"-and that's how I had met Ash! Funniest one there and he hardly even talked. Tommy loved him."

"That's so cool! How many albums did you guys get to release before.. y'know."

"One EP, one album and two singles. We had so much more planned and I'm honestly sad they disbanded after my death. I really wish they could've kept making music because I know damn well they'd have done great. Even without me." Wilbur frowns. "I honestly haven't heard our music in a while.."

Quackity quickly pulls out his phone. He types 'lovejoy' into the search bar and clicks the first song he sees. Perfume starts playing through the phone speaker.

"Perfume. Tommy loved this one a lot. He's the reason it's a part of the album still actually."

They sit in silence and listen for a moment. Wilbur smiles at the sight of Quackity bobbing his head slightly to the beat.

"I actually really like this one too." Quackity comments. The two smile at the shared moment.

"This is fun. I like laying on the attic floor and watching the stars through the hole in the roof. I would always do this by myself but it's more fun with someone. We should do it more often." Wilbur says, staring up into space. 

Quackity nods and yawns, starting to get up and head to the stairs. "It was fun but I think I'll be getting to bed for the night. I plan on going to hang out with Tommy and his friends tomorrow."

Wilbur couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy that Quackity got to talk to Tommy and he couldn't. But he was happy it was still some kind of way to connect to Tommy.

"That'll be fun, Q. Glad to see you not be as much of a pussy when it comes to social interaction anymore."

"You couldn't even talk to people if you wanted to so fuck off." Quackity counters.

"Yeah, yeah. Good night, Quackity."

"Good night, Wilbur."

A/N-

Not much to really say abt this chapter. is it fluff? i mean- idrk. im not good at writing fluff so if this is i apologize i tried 😭
it was supposed to be more of a filler chapter anyway so i can start working on more of the main story anyways soooo.

anyways that's all for now!
bye :]