Christmas Confession (Schlattbur)

Christmas Confession, (Part 8).

Wilbur's POV.

"I LOVE YOU!" I Yell, drunkenly. I hide my red face in my hands. "I love you so much, ever since you moved in." I slur, "I thought I was straight." I cried, looking back up at Schlatt. A shocked look on his face. "I've been so confused, you've confused me..." I mumble weakly. Tears running down my face. "You've been so.... so nice to me." I cry. "Making sure I don't overwork myself, making sure I take a break every now and then." I slur, stuttering over my words. "Bringing me food when I forget to eat." I sniffle. "You make me feel so cared about." I say, stumbling over my words. "and...and I..." I mumble. I let out a sob. "I've been such an arsehole to you..." I mumble, sniffling. "I yelled at you when you just wanted to help." I cry. Schlatt suddenly pulls me up, wrapping his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder, and starts rubbing my back. "Hey hey, calm down Wil." He says, "Your hyperventilating, breathe." He states concerned. "I...I..." I mumble, weakly. "Shh... breathe... It's ok." He says softly. "Breathe with me, ok." He says. After a few minutes I mange to catch my breath. "Better now?" Schlatt asks, pulling away. I nod. He puts his hands on my cheeks, wiping away the left over tears. His expression soft, a slight blush on his face. He sighs. "Lets get you to bed." He says, softly. "But..." I mumble, upset. "We will talk more in the morning when your sober, ok?" He says. There was silence for moment before I nod in agreement. He smiles and takes my hand. "Come on." He says sweetly. He leads me to my room. "Go to bed." He says before turning to leave. "Wait." I slur. He turns back to me. "Can I come cuddle with you?" I ask. Schlatt pauses. "Okey, but your not throwing your clothes on my floor so do that in your room then come up." He says. I smile and nod in response.

Time Change, (After. He struggles to get his clothes off).

I stumble my way out of my room and up to Schlatts. His door is open, only the lamp on his nightstand is on. He's laying down in the middle of the bed, Jambo and Mr.President on his right. He's reading a book. His room is like a flipped version of mine but no mess, the falls actually have stuff on them though no private bathroom but still the same size as my room. He looks at me and blushes even though he's seen me in my breifs a million times (Overexertion). With a soft smile He pats the right side of him. I climb into bed and wrap my arms around him, snuggling into him. He chuckles and faces me, wrapping his arms around me. Resting his head against my chest. I start to play with his hair, twirling the strands around my fingers. "Go to bed Wil." Schlatt mumbles. "I am." I huff. Schlatt chuckles. "Playing with my hair isn't going to bed." He states. "Your not my mum." I mumble, angrily. "Plus, playing with your hair helps me sleep." I slur, a cocky smile on my face. "Fine, just go to bed." He sighs. I close my eyes and continue to play with his hair till I eventually pass out.