That Night At The Bar- Dnf

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-Wilbur POV-

Fuck.

I can't believe he caught me making out... let alone with a fucking boy.

Nobody knew I was gay, I never told them and they never asked.

There was just something about him? I don't know what it was but it drew me to him the minute he stepped into the lounge.

Dream had yanked me off to the side after I left quackity, I felt bad for him really, I mean he seemed to really like George but I just don't know if he'll be able to put him above his work. He loves his job, it's where we all met, he always told us he was too busy for relationships but I don't think that was it. I think it was her, she fucking ruined him. So we fucked her whole life up and he's the only one who feels regret for it when he shouldn't, she had it coming.

Then it hit me, it hit be like a fucking train.

Shit...I left quackity.

I need to find him.

Now.

The music was loud, the lights crazy, the atmosphere was electric. Everyone was hustled into the lounge, there wasn't that many of us but it still somehow felt like a proper party. 

George and ranboo were standing, drinks in hands and laughing.

Tommy and tubbo were screaming the lyrics to the songs as they boomed through the speakers they had managed to find, echoing around the house.

There were two other people making out in the corner, I couldn't tell who because of the black whole that engulfed the room, nothing could be seen other than the stars of colour flashing vibrantly.

There was still no sign of quackity.

It felt weird to go snooping around the house, it felt wrong.

So I decided to walk over to Tommy and tubbo who were now arguing over what song to play next.

"Taylor Swift," Tommy begged.

"Noo," tubbo whined dragging out the o.

"Please we never play her."

"I think your definition of never is different to mine," tubbo rolled his eyes, not letting Tommy near the phone.

"Uh hey guys," I smiled, I pray that they won't ignore me.

"Oh hey man," Tommy replied.

"Hi!" Tubbo returned with a big smile.

Tommy turned to tubbo, "hey maybe we should let him pick."

"Sure," he shrugged before turning to me, "what song you like?"

Shit I always struggled with this question...

"I uh I don't really know," i was silently begging them to ask someone else.

And they did.

"Gogy?" Tommy screamed over to him.

"What?" He snapped back, rolling his eyes.

"Pick a song."

I saw his eyes light up and I could tell he had a song in mind, "Good 4 u, Olivia Rodrigo."

"God he's obsessed with her," Tommy grumbles.

"You can't say much," tubbo whispers under his breath while finding the song.

"Hey, I heard that. Watch it."

"No, fuck off," he hit play and the song started playing.

In all honesty I loved this song.