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

unspoken, unbroken

you're pulling into a small diner's gravel parking spot, and glimpsing upwards, you catch sight of the neon sign on the roof. babeycakes.

"ready?" you turn to look at your friend in the passenger and he just nods, and almost immediately, knocks his head against the hood of your car getting out of it. he curses as you jerk forward, snorting a tiny bit as you try to see if he has any permanent damage, your hand landing on his back as he rubs the ache out. "let me see it," you say to him, swatting away his hand as you lean over the center console, brushing the hair away from his scalp, and if anything, there wasn't any bleeding.

"oh no," you begin and he whips around, concern etched into his features, words sputtering out of his mouth as he checks his hands for blood as well, "it's terminal, we're so sorry," and then he sits limply in the car, staring at you numbly before calmly exiting the car, shutting the door on your cackling.

you wipe away the moisture in your eyes and think back to the brief moment where your hand was in his hair. soft and a little bit greasy. wouldn't it be fun if we got him to shower- you shove that thought down, grabbing your keys out of the ignition and getting out of the car.

entering the diner, you're met with the overwhelming sugar-laced, electrified air. but with no cakes in sight, you're glancing around, your tall companion nowhere to be found. but the interior was lovely, browns mixing in with the occasional soft blues and purples in the photos and paintings covering the walls, tables of all shapes and sizes litter across the dining floor. chatter echoes against the walls, and you find yourself scanning the tables for wilbur. though, a waitress comes down from a narrow staircase, menus in hand as you make eye contact with her.

"tall fellow with the party of four?"

oh, he already had gotten a table? you nod in your surprise, and she waves a hand, turning right back to the steps where you follow her. the atmosphere was quieter, still just as sweet, but the conversations were softer, silverware clinking against plates and there, in the corner of the room, in a booth, your friend sits, leaning his head against the wall as he's staring down a menu as you approach him.

"will the rest of your party be arriving individually as well?" you glance to the waitress and find the teasing smile brightening her face.

"no, they'll be coming together," you assure her as you get closer to the booth, and she nods but doesn't say anything as she stands right next to the table while you slide in, ignoring the slight jump wilbur made.

"can i start you two off with a drink?" the waitress tucks the menus underneath her arm, pulling a notebook and pen out of, seemingly, nowhere as she gives a soft smile.

"i'll just a water, thank you," you smile at her and wilbur orders the same, watching as she left to the stairs and disappeared she did.

"how'd you know about the second floor?" you turned to him. (unless you asked if you could, the second floor is treated like a secret item on the menu, something you only could find if you knew where it was to begin with. It's not very direct and it's not very open, the staircase is very much hidden by a wall, like a secret entrance.) you just happened to be at the right angle, seeing your server come down the stairs. not to mention, when the people in your history class had taken you here, they wanted the best experience.

"been here once." he offers, with a slight frown as if he didn't like the memory that seemed to be flashing through his mind.

"ah," you nod, turning your attention back to the menu. not a moment later, your waitress returned with your two drinks and two people.

you almost miss the way wilbur fixes his posture, too busy watching as, "here," rosie pants, sliding into the booth, jared following behind, but you're thanking the waitress for the drinks as you slide will's his.