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

you're so golden

you had asked him to drop you off in the end, waving him bye even as he pulled out onto the street, all the way until you couldn't see him anymore. you told him that the sugar high coming down and eating a semi-big brunch, you were tired. and you still had things to work out.

opening your phone up, you called your friend up as you begin the trek up the stairs, "quackity? you got a minute?"

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what was that? will tried to pace it off, hoping that if he was thinking about the chords he needed to be learning, he would get his mind off the meal he just had.

but it didn't. it didn't help and his mind was still replaying the conversations.

were they trying to set you and him up? didn't rosie know that he loved her? didn't she know that his heart belonged to her?

that he had moved his entire life up and away from his hometown and family, though they were annoying, that he left everything behind for her? just for that chance?

of course she didn't, you idiot, his mind threw back at him, you haven't told her anything about- well, anything! haven't explained to her just exactly what you're pacing the floor for.

not to mention, you. god, you looked so uncomfortable, with all the questions and the prodding and then his conversation with jared-

"so, tell me, got someone special or are you single?" the jock leaning against his door gave him a small smile, leaning his head against his toned arms as he swayed with the door. "because i think you could stand to get laid," and conversations like these always end well, "but if you aren't into sex then i think you could do well with this project you got going on with them," he jerks his head towards the cafe they were parked outside of.

"why do you say that?" he could hear himself speaking but the words tasted foreign on his tongue.

"because," jared starts but hears the ringing of the bells, "because i've never seen them happier," and then he smiles and walks over to rosie.

and he's in his apartment now. thinking about it. thinking about it while his mind races faster than he could calm it down. had it been something he done?

what sign could possibly tell them he was interested in you?

unless it wasn't him.

unless somebody else had said you liked him. like the certain person who he was being set up with by thing one and thing two. but that's impossible. why would you like him? there's nothing for anybody to like, nobody but rosie to love and adore.

if he repeated it enough times, maybe it would be true.

then his phone is ringing, on the couch, and he's outside on the balcony. lost in his thoughts, he knows, and when he returns to the inside and pick his phone up, he sees it's phil.

oh fuck. it's friday, tommy's coming over tomorrow, wasn't he? answering it, he puts it next to his ear. "hello?" he answers, turning around and looking at the mess of his apartment. papers scattered, dishes needing to be washed, bit of take out that needed to be thrown away.

he could do that tonight whenever he gets back from work, but for now, phil. "hey son, how was class?"

humming as he moves his guitar from the couch, "it was- well it was okay, just uh-" taking the phone away from his head and exhales, should he really tell his father about the lunch? well, it's too late, the phone is going back to his ear and his mouth is moving faster than his head. "just had some lunch with a few friends, so i'm kinda looking to have a nap before work."