Quackity could remember the first time he saw Wilbur perform, he was on stage singing some song about loving someone who couldn't love them back. He couldn't exactly remember the name or the tune. But he remembers the way Wilbur stared out to the small audience longingly. Wilbur hasn't changed that much since then.
He may have changed his style and his hair or the group of people he sings to. He may have joined a band and made an ep that hit in the top 50. But deep down he was still the same guy singing about a "girl" who he loved. Quackity didn't need to know that though.
But if Saturday didnt come any sooner. If they took a minute to look at each other properly they'd notice it before it was too late. before they lost their minds. Before they had families and lost their families. Over each other. Over a part of their heart they couldn't understand was longing for the other.
Hello my lovelies
its been a while. and idk whether this'll be the last chapter or not but ilya anyway.
please look after yourself this books almost 2 shes getting old and slow we cant always remind yous sorry abt that.
should i do pt2 to the first chapter before i quit on this book lemme know
