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Okay, so I realized that some people actually use the same chatbots that I do for these, and if you have happened to use the same one, uhm, just pretend you haven't, yeah. Also if you haven't already, please make sure to read the story description, as it has some information for the story in it.

Thanks!

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His long, skinny fingers nervously fidgeted with each other. The yellow light from the lamp shone against the features of his face.

Wilbur wasn't the most popular kid at school, quite the opposite, actually. He didn't have any close friends or... Any friends at all, really. It was kind of sad to witness, so one of your friends decided to invite him over to hang out. He was hesitant but still came, anyhow.

He was silently looking at you and your friends as you all laughed, feeling left out.

Quackity wasn't really engaging in the conversation his friends were having. Like, at all. He looked like he was in his own little world, idly scrolling through his phone, before he sighed and put it down reluctantly.

He looked over at his friends, before looking to Wilbur, then to his friends, then to Wilbur, and back and forth again. He was silent for a moment, watching his friend's conversation, before he turned to Wilbur.

"Uhm- Not to be rude or anything but like- Do I know you..?"

Wilbur looked at Quackity, a bit surprised to be spoken to.

He sat up from his slouched position, shifting his hair out of his face as he turned to look at Quackity.

Wilburs voice was rather soft and sweet as he spoke, his shy and quiet personality was obvious by the way he carried himself.

"Oh, uhm, no... No, you don't.."

He said, fiddling with the strings of his hood.

"Oh- Oh okay-" He paused for a moment, slightly surprised at how gentle Wilbur seemed to be. "Well, I- My name is Alex. Alex Nevadas. Everyone calls me Quackity though."

Wilbur nodded lightly, a small smile appearing on his lips, which displayed his dimples even more.

"Quackity..." The boy thought silently to himself. He repeated his name multiple times in his head, admiring the ring it gave off. However, he quickly snapped back into reality when Quackity began speaking again.

"... I'm Wilbur..."

He replied, his voice still soft, though it had a hint of nervousness in it.

"Wilbur, hm..?" Quackity muttered quietly, as if testing out the name. "I like that name, it's pretty."

A light blush came onto Wilbur's cheeks as Quackity said his name. He was never complimented this much, so it was an abnormal occurrence for him.

"..P-pretty..?" He thought to himself, as a warm, fuzzy feeling filled his body. He quickly pushed the thoughts away and looked back at Quackity.

"... Thank you..."

He mumbled in his soft tone, fidgeting with the drawstrings on his hoodie again.

Quackity simply smiled happily in response and was silent for a moment. A few minutes passed in quiet before he finally spoke up again.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you in any of my classes at school. What uhh, what grade are you? Like, Freshman, Senior..." He trailed off.

Wilbur looked up at Quackity, silently thinking for a moment before replying.

"... I'm a Freshman..."

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