Christmas Confession (Schlattbur)

Christmas Confession, (Part 9).

Time skip, (12:41pm).

Wilbur's POV.

I wake up with the worst hangover. My memory of last night is foggy. Only glimpses of last night flash in my mind. "Bloodily hell." I mumble. I need Tylenol or ibuprofen. My head hurts like hell. How much did I drink? I sit up and look around. Wait this isn't my room, it's Johnathan's "Schlatt's"! Holy shit, what the fuck happened last night? I get out of bed and make my way out the room and downstairs. God I'm so tired. As I make my way down the stair flashes of last night play in my mind. I slow my pace down the stairs, trying to remember everything I can. taking each step slower then the last. The realization, the memory of last night, my confession... I stop at bottom of the stairs, my face feels really fucking hot. I quickly go in my room and grab my robe putting it on and making my way to the kitchen to make coffee. "Oh, your awake." I hear Schlatt say. "Mhm." I mumble in response. "Wil, you alright?" Schlatt asked, walking over to me. "Ya." I mumble. I don't know what else to say. Should I play it off? Should I pretend that I don't remember. "You sure?" He asks. Persistent fuck. He puts his hand on my back, he leans forwards slightly to see my face. I just stare at the coffee machine. (They have a fancy one). "oh..." I hear him mumble. He steps closer to me and starts to rub my back. He must have notice the blush on my face. "You remember last night?" He asks softly, though I know he already knows the answer. No point in lying know. "Mhm." I mumble. "You ready to talk about it, or do you need more time?" He asks. "I don't know." I mumble. "I'll give you some space." He says taking his hand off my back, and leaves. I'm left by myself in the kitchen. Stood here trying process last light and think of a way to explain myself but coming up empty handed. I know that If I say I don't want to talk about it he wont except that. I grab my black coffee and take a sip, the bitter taste hits my tongue. (I image this fucker likes black coffee because he likes wine like old people do).

Small Time skip, (about 45 minutes of him just standing there slowly drinking coffee and thinking).

I go to take another sip of my coffee and realize it's empty, which pulls me out of my thoughts. I set the mug in the sink and head to my room to get ready to shower. A nice warm shower would help me figure my thoughts out. I grab one of my many white button ups, some jeans, and a sweater. I make my way to the bathroom and get everything in place for my shower.

Another time skip, (an hour).

I turn the shower off and step out. I grab my towel and begin to dry myself off. I have absolutely no idea what to say to Johnathan "Schlatt". I've been trying to make a plan but I keep coming up empty handed. Maybe I should just wing it? No I can't, I need a plan. I plan practically everything. I know Schlatt wants answers and he won't wait all day. I'm just going to have to wing it, I don't really have a choice if I can't think anything. I take a deep breath and get dressed. I'll have to talk to him later, I have to meet with the band first for practice.

____________________________________Sorry it took me so long to finish this chapter. I haven't been all there. Hopefully once I start my new medication you'll get more content💙