Wilbur: Hey
Me: Hii
Wilbur: Could you do me a huge favor?
Me: Maybe?
Wilbur: I totally forgot plants need water. I just got some before I left. Would you mind doing it for me?? They're in my kitchen by the window and my key is under my mat.
Me: Very safe place for a key.... and yeah no problem.
Wilbur: Thank you 🙏 It just needs water every few days so you don't have to do it again. I appreciate it :)
Me: You're welcome :)
Wilbur: I'll be back tomorrow morning and I'll pack real quick and we'll go to the airport right after
Me: Yayyy so excited!!
Wilbur: Me too. See ya tomorrow
Me: Byeeeee
I roll out of my bed and slip my shoes on. I step over to Wilbur's door and grab his key, locking the door behind me. I like that he keeps his place tidy, even though it reeks of cigarette smoke. Usually, smoking is nasty to me, but that boy looks good with a cig in his mouth. Plus, it's better than vaping and blowing the smoke in my face like my ex did.
I walk over to his kitchen, spotting two pots of lavender. I smile; my favorite flower. I grab the light blue watering can beside his sink and fill it up. I carefully water the plants and set the can back down. I should walk out, but... I can't help myself. I snoop around his kitchen and den, but there's not much decor or anything going on. I try to resist, but my curiosity forces me into his bedroom. Somehow, the smoke smell is even stronger in here. One wall is lined with beautiful guitars, acoustic and electric. In a corner is a desk with a full set up of fancy computer stuff that I don't even try to understand. His bed is made and the night stand next to it just has a small lamp, a lighter, and an empty beer bottle. There's a bookshelf on the other side of his bed, lined with many books that I don't recognize. Seems like lots of poetry and classics, which I didn't expect from him. Finally, there's another desk, which is mainly empty except for a cup of pens and pencils and a black notebook, closed shut. I stare at it, wondering it's contents. But I shouldn't, being in his room is already too far.
One page won't hurt.
I pick the notebook up and open it to a bookmarked page, seemingly the last one he's written in. The date written in the corner is from just the other morning, the morning after we watched Wall E.
I only see beauty when I see you
Not her, or my past
You make me feel brand new,
Like this could actually last.
But how can I trust this,
knowing one day I will miss
you.
I barely even know you,
this is ridiculous.
And I know you hate me,
I know I'm an asshole,
I know I'm not enough.
My heart hasn't felt like this in years
But I know you'll just leave me in tears
God knows I need you
Your beautiful eyes
Your beautiful smile
Your hips against mine
Your lips against mine
I bite my lip, staring down at the writing. I have to assume this is about me, but he also could be just making stuff up. I do the same thing. I snap a picture of the page and set the notebook back down before finally leaving his apartment and going back to mine.
Of course, I immediately send Sofia the picture.
Me: Is this about me or am I delusional??
Sofia: Oh girl.........
Sofia: You're having songs written about you.
Me: But what if he's not??????
Sofia: He barely knows you, he's an asshole to you, and he thinks you're pretty. He's writing about you, babe.
Me: STOPPPPPP
Me: This is crazy and unreal. Should I like actually date him??
Sofia: You should like actually date him.
Me: But he's an asshole.
Sofia: Has he been mean at all in the past few days?
Me: No but he was before!!!
Sofia: He's changing for you!!!!!!! He wants you!!!!! And he's beautiful!!!! And rich and famous and HOT!!!!! And taking you on a free trip to London!!!!!!!!!
Me: 🙃🙃🙃 I h8 when you're right. I just gotta embrace it. I should be with him, right???? Fate put us as neighbors and had me open for him.
Sofia: Agreed. 🤭🥹 He's probably gonna make some movessss in London
Me: 🫣 We will see. I'll keep you updated.
Sofia: You better!!
Me: When I come back, I might have a boyfriend. 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲
Sofia: SCREAMING!!
