Wilbur and Jschlatt Oneshots

(romantic) niki

(short and angsty because i want to lololol)

(based on "Heather", by Conan Gray. aka my current crying song ahha)

tw: arguing, cheating??

sad schlatt lmao

lowercase intended

   third person pov

   schlatt huffed and tried to tug his wrist that was caught in wilbur's firm grip. the taller was leading both men to the public bathrooms in the building in which twitchcon was being held. the brit was making the attempt to slip the american and himself away from the eyes of the guests at the crowded event.

   he slipped himself and schlatt into  the suprisingly decent smelling restroom. still dragging the complaining american—who seemed to be getting more upset at each step he took—wilbur locked them in the largest stall. schlatt could only get an angry 'listen' out, then he was up against the germ covered tile wall.

   the taller moved his hands to the shorter's cheeks. he cupped them gently and suddenly lips were connected. schlatt cursed himself for  enjoying the other's affection. then he used his own hands to shove wilbur away. he knew this was all wrong. the american felt tears welling up in his eyes, something that often happened when he was about to let his frustration out.

   "why would you ever kiss me?" schlatt yelled, the question became rhetorical as the angry american continued. "you have niki, and i'm not even half as pretty!" tears streamed down red tinted cheeks. schlatt's words echoed in the bathroom and in the britsh boy's head. wilbur's mouth opened but it took him a second for words to actually leave it.

   "schlatt, we both know we have something. niki is a sweet girl and i really do care for her. but schlatt, we can be a secret. i really like you. i know you do too. so let's just have fun." wilbur tried to convince schlatt. but in the back of the brit's mind he knew what he was doing was so horribly wrong. he was hurting two people he deeply cared about.

   "william, we both know that is a load of bullshit. you love niki. you think you like me, but you really don't. you want the satisfaction of me liking you, but i can't fucking do that when you have a beautiful fucking girl who loves you and thinks you are an amazing human being." schlatt argued, using the sleeve of his black sweatshirt to wipe away tears. even if it irritated his eyes a bit.

   wilbur became soft spoken. he didn't like hearing the truth. "that's not tru-" he tried to deny but was interrupted by a pained laugh.

   "wilbur, open your fucking eyes! you like her better! you even gave her the fucking sweater that you told me i could keep. the fucking sweater that i would lay in my fucking bed with and sleep, dreaming of having a stable relationship with you. but that's not going to happen." schlatt was barely taking a breath as he continued to vent and lecture wilbur.

   the musician whispered something that made schlatt furious. "it's just polyester."

   "you love her." schlatt spoke sternly. hurt and anger was laced in those words.

   the only noises that filled the echoey location was the faint yelling and cheering from people who had no idea about the argument between the two and schlatt's heavy breathing. and then the sound of the heavy door being slightly opened.

   "wilbur?" a soft, innocent voice with a hint of an accent called out. the voice belonging to wilbur's lover. the one who he just attempted to cheat on. the one he would probably lose.

   schlatt stayed quiet as wilbur answered her in an equally soft manner. the american's brown eyes burned into the brit's back as the other went to be with the female he was supposed to completely love.

   as soon as schlatt was sure the two were far away from him, he broke down. tears and broken breaths. he spoke four words to himself. "wish i were niki."

a/n lol sad schlatt lol bad written angst. lol.