and i'd give up forever to touch you || Wilbur x Reader

don't wanna talk

waking up, you're noticeably much warmer, burning up almost as you prepare to move out of your friend's arms. but, shifting a little to move your hand out from under will, he tugs you closer to his chest. you're quick to whine; why does he make things so difficult?

but wiggling out leaves him stirring, and you're quick to get yourself into the bathroom, relieving yourself and sneaking past him to his living room to gather your things.

with your backpack situated, you found yourself back in his room, hands hovering over him as he laid there, limbs spread out and hands moving ever slightly as if searching for something. then you decide to at least tell him, and biting your lip, you find an excuse.

"will, hey will, wake up for a sec," you whisper, hands pressing into him and shaking him a little, watching as he comes to, eyes fluttering open as he takes you in. "i gotta meet with rosie for lunch, talk to you later though, okay?"

he nods though he definitely looks as if he has something to say. so you mention it.

"well- i'm not sure but did we- did we cuddle?" you wanted to laugh, had he not really remembered? but, you definitely didn't want to open that can of worms. so you did what you could do. damage control.

"no, but if you ever want to, just let me know, all friends say i'm the one for the job," you lie through your teeth, you're almost uncomfortable with how easy it is. especially to wilbur. you hope he remembers nothing besides putting you to bed.

for your sake and his.

watching your car leave as he leans on the railing of the balcony, a deep ache settles into his chest and it's cutting into his skin. why did you lie? he knows- knows for a fact, you were curled inside of his arms and his head was filled with you. all he knew was you in that short time he'd been awake in the middle of it.

did you not know?

no. he knew you knew.

he felt you leaving his arms, could hear you moving around in his apartment, your feet sliding against the floor.

it didn't leave his mind as he went back inside and certainly didn't leave his mind hours later when he's staring at some papers you've left on his couch.

transcribes for guitar parts in a song by the goo goo dolls.

you left these with purpose. give him time to at least give them a once-over. check them out, he's sure, let him practice before getting back to you.

will you see him before then?

will you let him get to see you before he learns his part?

should he be able to?

biting through his lip, he decides it's best to learn it all and be the best he can before he can throw himself back into your arms. not that that's the end goal.

you just seemed like a much better friend to him than rosie would, and to get to her, he needs to be close to you. yes, he breathes out as he stands to get some water, you'll be the friend he needs and rosie the lover he's worked so hard for. you two are the only people he needs.

and when he grabs his guitar and sits it in his lap, staring the papers down, the lump that gnaws at his throat only grows larger.

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you get home with all the intention of getting some more work done, knowing that above all else, you had to keep your grades afloat, just enough to focus your energy and attention on the one thing that matters.

your project.

climbing those steps, you let yourself get consumed in the bears, the emotion the lead singer belted the lyrics, the way the orchestra blended in so well with the other parts.