Not in a million years

Make up

The next morning Ian wakes up early to try and get over his exhaustion from the pervious night. He dose his usual morning routine (shower, brush teeth, do hair) before leaving for school. Once he gets to school he goes to the breakfast area, getting his usual smoothie and crackers. He sits at the table him and Wilson usually sit at, alone. Wilson walks in later then he usually dose, sitting at the table farther from Ian then he usually would. Ian stays silent for a few seconds too long before opening his mouth to speak before getting cut off. "Save it." Wilson says in a cold tone. Ian looks down at the table, twiddling his thumbs nervously. He glances up at Wilson, locking eyes with him for only a brief moment before looking back down at the table with a flushed face. Wilson decides to speak up first. "You know I don't have a choice, it's a marching band trip". Ian nods, "I know...". Wilson speaks up again, "then why did you get so pissy about it when I told you we were going to Colorado?" Wilson's face softens slightly. Ian tenses up slightly "you...you promised we would get dinner that night, and I-" Ian gets cut off. "So? Get over it! Why do you seem to care so much about a stupid dinner?" Wilson snaps at Ian. "I-" ian hesitates, before closing his mouth and looking back down at the table as Wilson storms off to his first period in a sour mood

Wilson pov:
Wilson goes to his next class, pissy from him and Ian's interaction. Why was he getting so hurt for yelling at Ian? More importantly, why was he dreading missing their dinner? Wilson goes through his first four periods hardly paying any mind to what his teachers said, his science teacher calling him out once or twice for zoning out. Durning lunch he sits at the table across from Ian. Ian goes to speak up again, but cuts himself off. Wilson glares at him, he didn't mean it. Why was he doing it? The rest of their friends come over, not noticing the lingering tension between the two. The group yaps as per usual, walking out of the lunchroom to go to their next class when it was time, Wilson shoulder checking Ian, causing him to stumble forward, barely catching himself. Wilson goes the rest of the school day, Ian on his mind, his stupid black hair and his stupid green hazel eyes, his stupid round face, all of it. Wilson wouldn't stand it, he couldn't stand any of It. He was pissed at Ian, but also wanted to kiss him? No I can't possibly Wilson thinks before shaking the thoughts out of his head and paying attention to his freshman focus teacher,kinda. Wilson walks from his last period, PE to his mom's car, he knew Ian rode bus; Wilson always walked down to the busses with him. He gets in his mom's small minivan often used to haul loads of color gaurd and band kids to practices and competitions. Wilson gets home and instantly sits at the table, starting his algebra homework. The thoughts of Ian still lingering in his mind.
He finishes half of his homework, shoving it back in his bag, deciding to do the rest the next morning. Wilson's head was pounding, Ian was still occupying his thoughts. He was effecting his feelings and he didn't know why. Later -around 6- that night Wilson was playing on his game system when a knocking is heard on his front door...

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