Tired (SMPLive story)

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schlatt POV

I'm awaken by my alarm blaring by my head. I keep my eyes closed enjoying the extreme warmth before I have to get up.

I reach for the nightstand but my arm stays in place. I open my eyes and move my head around to see wilbur asleep on my pillow. I feel his warm breath on my face. his arms wrapped around my torso.

why do you do these things to me, wilbur soot?

my door creaks and I shoot my head in that direction. fast footsteps down the hall.

I bolt upright and run out of my room to see elliot running towards the living room, heading to the kitchen.

"eliot, you little shit! what are you doing?" I whisper yell from the living room. hes made his way into the kitchen on the other side of the island.

he laughs "so y'all are dating!" he says and emphasis on "are"

my face drops. this kid. "no, elio. we are not dating." he laughs at that, holding up his phone. "these pictures show otherwise." he says with a smirk.

"and what're you going to do with those, huh?" I say. "show mom and dad, stupid head." he says still smirking. "you wouldn't." I say stepping closer.

"oh but I would."

I run at him from the right but he just runs around the counter. I end up chasing him around it a few times, stopping when I'm out of breath.

I look him dead in the eye. "I swear to god, elio. don't fuck this up." eliot squints his eyes at me. "and why not?"

I sigh. "don't fuck this up for me because- because I really like him." I lean on the countertop and stare at the pattern on it. "you really like him?" eliot says slouching on the counter as well. I can feel his eyes on me.

"yeah I really do." I sigh again and look eliot in his eyes. I open my mouth to say something but I close it right back. I dont even know what else to say.

"you are so gay." eliot says with a soft laugh. I laugh too, I mean hes not wrong.

eliot slides his phone over to me. "go ahead, delete them." I smile, picking the phone up. I delete the only two he took. we don't look that bad to be honest. then I hand him his phone back.

"so, do you want me to make some eggs?" I ask with a smile.

....

I get out three plates from the cabinet and place them on the counter. I put an even amount of scrambled eggs on each plate. I turn toward the living room to call for elio, just to be greeted by a tired looking wilbur, still wearing his clothes from yesterday.

"morning sunshine." I say motioning for him to come to me. "I made eggs."

he smiles at that, making his way to the kitchen. I hand him a plate and point to the stools tucked below the island. "have a seat."

I call for eliot and sit next to wilbur.

eliot comes running in and snatches up his plate. although eliot is only four years younger than me, (a/n: schlatt n friends are like 17-18) he acts like a child. he sprints back to his room. "you're welcome, elio!" I call out sarcastically.

I turn to wilbur, who's scarfing down his eggs. "we should do something today." he nods, and swallows the food in his mouth. "I really want to but I think I should go home."

I look down. I don't want him to leave so soon. "it's just, my mom's probably mad and I need to-" he starts. "no, I get it. we'll do something another time." I interrupt with a small smile.

that's it for now because I'm tired. big thank you for 4k reads 🥺 it really means a lot for me.

how are you guys doing in quarantine btw? my mental health is in the shitter but I'm making