Eve
As Wilbur still sits in his rocking chair, I run all the way down the dock, past him and jump into the water. I scream as I come up for air, swiping my hair away from my face.
"Fuck, it's freezing!" I yell, watching Wilbur laugh at me.
"Yeah, you have fun in there."
"Join me!" I place my hands on the dock, careful to not get a splinter, and lift myself out of the water.
He smirks at me, glancing down at my chest, only covered by a bikini top, before back at my eyes. "I'll let you do this alone."
"Get in the water or I'm pushing you in. I'm strong enough and you know it."
"Don't you dare," He says with a laugh. I grab his forearms and pull him up from the chair.
I roll my eyes and sigh, leaning up and giving him a quick kiss. "Fine, fine. But you have to swim with me tomorrow."
"No promises!"
I quickly turn on him and push him into the lake, fully clothed. He quickly comes up for air, swiping his hair back and laughing.
"I'll kill you!" He yells, reaching onto the dock and grabbing my leg, pulling me in after him.
"Show off the forehead, babe." I giggle as I push his wet hair all the way back.
"Don't get too attached to me. I'll be bald in five years."
I giggle and float on my back. "I'll still think you're cute."
Wilbur takes off his soaked clothing, leaving himself in only boxers. "I'm so cold."
"Oh, you poor thing." I stand again on the sandy floor and wrap my arms around his shoulders as he's bent down in the water, finally the same height as me.
"You're lucky you're so pretty."
"You are too." I grin and connect our lips, his arms locking around my waist. We suddenly hear rumbling in the distance and we look at the sky behind us.
"Shit, the news said it wouldn't start for another hour or so."
"Damn it." I frown, staring at the dark clouds that are approaching. "Guess we're stuck inside for the night."
"Is there any food?"
"Uhhh," I awkwardly laugh. "Just the snacks we brought."
"Guess we'll have to salvage it." Wilbur lifts himself up onto the dock and pulls me up with him. He grabs his soaked clothes and I grab our trash before we run inside, ready to dry off from the freezing water.
Will lets me take the first shower and he takes his, I lie in our bed, scrolling through my phone with my towel wrapped around my hair. When I hear the water stop, I force myself out of bed and look through Will's clothes. He brought barely anything, but I still steal his sweatshirt and put on my own shorts. He comes out after a few minutes, glaring at me with a smile.
"You just love stealing my clothes."
"They're comfy!"
"You've stolen half of my closet." He laughs and grabs a shirt and sweatpants from his bag. "You look cute, though."
I tilt my head with a grin. "I know." I go into the bathroom and use the house's blow dryer to dry my hair. I leave it down as I walk back out into the den, joining Wilbur on the couch. He has a full bottle of vodka beside him and is attempting to roll a fat joint on his lap.
"How do you do this so well?" He mutters.
"I've been smoking since eighth grade."
"How old is that?"
"Like, 13, 14 years old." I smile and take the tray for him, rolling it myself with ease. "Ryan wasn't the best influence on me and Sofia."
"Your brother bought you weed??"
I nod with a laugh. "In exchange, I did all of his chores. So worth it, even though my brain cells will be evaporated by the time I'm 25."
"Love that for you," Will takes a swig from the bottle and groans. "And my liver will be gone, too."
"We'll be helpless together."
"How romantic,"
I giggle and lean against him as I turn the TV on and light my joint. He wraps his arm around my shoulders as we decide on a movie, keeping the lights in the room off, the walls only slightly lit by the TV screen. We watch some awful comedy movie that's so bad, it's hilarious. Multiple times, we nearly fall off the couch from dying of laughter, unable to breathe. Through the movie, we both drink and smoke, leading to us becoming insanely cross faded. This turns into us doing karaoke; really bad karaoke. I record him terribly singing a Disney song, his voice breaking and him grossly burping multiple times throughout. I post the video on my Instagram story, knowing his fans will love it.
Eventually, the singing and dancing exhausts Wilbur. He ends up lying on the couch, his head in my lap, both of us staring blankly at the black TV. I look down at my phone as it buzzes and smile, seeing it's a few minutes past midnight.
"Happy birthday," I whisper, leaning down and kissing his forehead.
"I already feel older." He sighs. "We're gonna be really hungover tomorrow."
"That's my present to you."
Wilbur laughs and squeezes my hand. "Thanks, darling."
