(a/n this story will differ from y/n's pov to Wilbur's)
Y/n's pov
I was in my kitchen about to start my baking stream when Wilbur yelled from the couch "Y/nnnnnnnnnn," I heard Wilbur yell "¿Que?" I yelled back in Spanish. "TOM WANTS TO COME OVER LATER" I shook my head and lightly giggled. "Whatever, tell him I'm streaming, though." "Already Done!" Wilbur yelled from the other room.
After about two hours, I finally finished up the stream and sat down on the couch beside Wilbur. As I sat down, Wilbur scooted over so I could sit next to him. I sat right beside him and threw my legs over his like normal. He turned my favorite movie on as he knew I was having a rough day, and he had seen a lot of the hate comments I got on today's stream about my outfit I was wearing.
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Wilbur wrapped his arm around me, his shoulder brushing against my shoulder, comforting me. My phone goes off, and it's a bunch of Twitter @'s of me. People saying things like "What a whore" "She's just a slut" I read the comments and instantly turned my phone off. I tried not to let Wilbur see my expression change. But he saw it, along with the comments.
Wilbur's pov I saw her smile drop instantly, I've always hated when she gets hate. I've gotten hate, but never like her. I saw her eyes slowly start watering, I pulled her close to my chest and comforted her as much as possible. I kissed the top of her head as she dug her head into my chest. Why am I so attracted to her? I started playing with her hair, even so slightly. I love her, Itruly do....
