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seven; flowers and confessions
- it had been a solid two days since they last saw each other. wilbur had been doing everything he could to not get on her bad side, he was worried she hated him now.
today he finally got the guts to knock on her door, but he needed something first. he didn't wanna be the guy who randomly disappeared and then showed up again.
so he bought her flowers. beautiful white tulips to be exact.
she didn't expect a knock upon her door, the usual one that was.
one knock, two knocks, three knocks.
she couldn't help but smile, rushing up from her spot and opening the door to see wilbur standing there. the bouquet in his hands, shyly smiling at her.
"i got you flowers.. i'm sorry for not speaking to you."
his voice was quiet, slowly moving the flowers into her personal bubble as a light blush dusted over his features.
a matching blush appeared on her face, taking the flowers in her grasp, their fingers lightly brushing each others hands.
"they're beautiful.. thank you, will."
her smile widened, quickly putting down the flowers onto a counter and wrapping her arms around his torso, her head resting against his chest.
he was taken aback by the sudden movement, hugging her back and placing his chin atop her head.
butterflies swarmed his stomach, his smile only widening and his blush darkening.
she slowly pulled away from him, setting up a proper vase for the flowers as she began to strike up conversation with him.
"may i ask why you ran off? i mean, i'm not if you're okay with saying."
she shrugged it off like it meant nothing to her, but it meant so much. she wanted to know if she had done anything wrong. she wanted to make sure he didn't despise her.
he let out a gentle sigh, sitting down a free stool in the room as he looked around to try and avoid looking at her.
"i was just.. in a mood."
his tone threw her off. he hadn't spoken that way to her before. she wasn't sure what it was. hints of sadness? confusion?
"a mood? what type of mood?"
she looked at him with a raised brow, her tone matching her own confusion.
"just realizing and thinking over things."
he tried his hardest not to flat out say his feelings, he didn't want to make anything awkward or weird. but he also felt bad for hiding it from her, he knew he wanted her to know, but simply didn't want to tell her himself.
"what things? if you're comfortable saying."
her voice was kind, encouraging him to open up as she took a seat on the empty stool next to him.
he gaze fell on her again, a small smile finding its way on his lips. she was beautiful in the natural lighting of the room, he was absolutely captivated by her beauty.
fuck it.
"i like you."
his words took her back, her eyes widening as she examined his features and tone for any signs of lying or joking.
he could see her confusion grow, quickly spewing out a response and grabbing one of her hands in his.
"i'm sorry. you don't have to say you feel the same if you don't, you really don't. I just wanted you to know."
she couldn't find the right words to say, blushing at the sudden contact and the way he had gotten closer to her to speak.
she knew she had feelings for him, it was obvious.
the way she found herself looking at him, the way her tone changed whenever she spoke to him.
without saying another word she close the gap between them, closing her eyes and connecting their lips.
he quickly fell into the kiss, his face heating up insanely and butterflies swarming his stomach. one of his hands found their way to the back of her neck, pulling her in further to deepen the short kiss.
as the two pulled back, sharing wide smiled and equally deep blushes, they both knew they didn't need to say another word to determine that they both indeed felt the same.
who knew you could form such a bond through the walls of your studios?
word count; 717 (w/o an)
an; last chapter ?! this fanfic was so short but i'm happy with it<3
hope you enjoyed it, have a wonderful day my loves!
