Rest Now: A Wilford Warfstache X Reader (Complete)

Chapter Seven

(Y/N) Point of View:
   After Wilford and I finished cleaning the house, we sat around, not doing much.
   "(Y/N)? What are you trying to major in for college?"
   I glanced up, turning my attention away from the tv. "Writing, actually."
   He nodded slowly. "Even without your family being there?"
   "Yes," I sighed. "Do you have any jobs besides holding college girls hostage?" I smiled.
   He laughed, but it sounded strained, forced. "Uh, yeah. I'm a... reporter."
   I tilted my head, but didn't push. "Sounds fun."
   He nodded, playing with his suspender. "Yep."
   A silence passed between us. It wasn't exactly awkward, but it wasn't comfortable. It was just silent. I watched as his hand went from stretching his suspenders out, to fidgeting with a button on his shirt. His mustache twitched, and he stared at the carpet, deep in thought. Suddenly, a blush spread across his cheeks, but he didn't give any notice to it.
   I wonder what he's thinking about.
   Wilford suddenly shook his head, mumbling a quick curse under his breath. "Fuck."
   I blinked as he stood and strode away, running a hand through his hair. He disappeared up stairs.
   "What was that?"

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   I wonder where that stupid idiot is. He's always been a little off, but hey. Companionship is good right? Besides, he obviously has some where to stay, considering his stuff is gone. Maybe I should look for him. Eh...... maybe.

I'll think about it.