WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of being drunk/alcohol, signs of being really bad with relationships
PRONOUNS: she/her
RELATIONSHIP: friends
I TALK: I've had this idea for like a month, it'll be so good 🤭
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Y/N POV
I sit up in my bed, turning my head to my bedroom door with a concerned look on my face. I swear I just heard my front door open. I immediately grab the pocket knife that rested on my nightstand.
I scoot off my bed as slowly as possible, trying to be quiet. I move over to my door, placing my hand on the handle. I flinch at the sound of a voice. Someone really was in my house. Okay, Y/N, you can murder someone, right? No, maybe just knock them out and kick them outside? Yeah.
I open the door and peak into the dark hallway, hearing footsteps. I shiver and take a step out of the room. "Y/N..!" The voice calls out, the tone was disrupted with sadness. "Can we watch a movie?" He asks. It was now obvious to me who it was.
I lower the small knife and roll my eyes, now walking down the hallway normally. I turn the corner and see Wilbur struggling to kick off his shoe, a pout stuck on his face as he sadly grumbles and tugs at the shoe, why doesn't he just untie the laces? I spot a bottle of wine in his right hand, and a pack of collector cards in his left. "Wil," I huff, slightly glaring at him.
"Y/N!" He smiles. "Can we watch a movie, now?" Wilbur asks again. He finally gets his shoe off and he walks over to my couch.
"I thought you were a fucking stranger, Wil!" I scold him. His eyes flicker down to the floor. "I-I have a fucking knife!" I raise the pocket knife up before tossing it on the coffee table. "Oh my god.." I mutter under my breath.
"Oh.. I-I'm sorry, I just wanted to show you my dog cards" He lifts the pack of cards up. I sigh and move over to the couch, he sits down and I sit next to him. Wil sets the bottle of wine on the coffee table before looking at the cards. "I used to collect these.. when I was young.." He trails off, forgetting what he was trying to say as he opens the pack.
"Why are you drunk? Or are you not and you're just acting a bit 'silly'..?" I stare at his eyes, he glances up from the cards and stares at my eyes.
"Uh, I don't know.." He awkwardly shrugs before looking down at his cards again. "Look, Y/N! It's breed is maltipoo" He throws his head back as he laughs, he leans over to me and ends up with his shoulder slumped against my arm, his whole body lying on the couch, one of his legs hung off the couch while the other was on a cushion. "Y/N. N/N, do you like the maltipoo?" Wilbur grins, looking up at me. Why does he find the name this hilarious?
A smile tugs at my lips. "Yes, the maltipoo is a very nice dog, Wil" I nod my head. He smiles at me for a second before looking at the other cards the pack came with, none of the other names as funny as the first one. I grab the remote off the arm of the couch and turn on the TV. "What do you wanna watch?" I glance down at him before looking back at the TV.
