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immortal pt. 2 / schlatt x wilbur

tw // arguing ig

By 1956, Schlatt had stopped missing Wilbur - but had never forgotten him. Part of him wished that he'd see Wilbur just once more. Even though the Brit would question why Schlatt hadn't aged a day, Schlatt would simply run into his arms, just to see if Wilbur would hold Schlatt like the latter dreamed. Maybe he'd even refuse to let go for a minute or two to fulfill the longing, aching desire for the Wilbur he met at the club 30 years ago.

The other part of Schlatt was still angry; angry that some British asshole had led him on, made him believe that they could have something, "When the time is right," To quote him exactly. But the time would never be right, because now, Wilbur would be at least 56, while Schlatt would still look 27.

Walking into the vintage diner, Schlatt was just looking to have a nice burger and a milkshake. The bell hung above the door jingled as he opened it, and he watched his chukka boots stride over the black and white checkered floor. Schlatt walked to the counter by the register, waiting for an employee to take his order (which he'd rehearsed a couple times in his head already). Just as he'd begun to look around, Schlatt heard a voice.

A strangely familiar voice - one that seemed oddly...nostalgic.

"Welcome to the Diner! I'm Wilbur, I can take your order when you're ready."

Schlatt snapped his head toward the voice, thoughts running at a thousand miles an hour. 'No way,' he thought, 'No fucking way.'

There stood Wilbur, skin clear and smooth, hair fluffy as ever, looking exactly the same as he did in the club back in the 20's.

Wilbur's eyes were now widened, filled with both confusion and disbelief, and Schlatt was sure he himself looked the same.

But before Schlatt could say anything, Wilbur, still slightly taller, cleared his throat.

"So- um, what would you like?"

Was he playing dumb?

"Wilbur-," Schlatt started to object, but decided they could speak privately soon, "Um, I'll just have the burger meal."

Schlatt was still looking at Wilbur, recognizing every detail on his face. Meanwhile, Wilbur was blushing, and doing anything to avoid Schlatt's gaze.

"It'll be ready soon."

"Wilbur, can we talk?"

"I...," Wilbur's eyes darted around frantically, as if trying to find an excuse to say no, but eventually, they landed back on Schlatt, "Yeah."

The boys stood there, just looking at eachother, for at least a few moments, until Schlatt broke his trance and walked towards a booth in the back corner.

The boys sat across from one another, surrounded by awkward silence and tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Neither knew what to say.

"So, how old are you?" Schlatt asked, finally.

"Twenty-five."

"No, how old are you?" He repeated, with emphasis.

Wilbur sighed, and replied softly, "One hundred and forty-two this year."

"I'm two-fifteen," Schlatt added.

"So... you're immortal too."

"Yeah. I am."

"Honestly, I had a feeling."

"What?"

"I kinda," Wilbur paused for a moment, wondering how to put his thoughts into words, "I don't know. I just knew, or something, back in the 20's at the- at your club. I had this strange feeling that we'd meet again, and look at us."

"You put whatever we had on the line for years-"

"What did we have?" Wilbur asked sharply, almost accusingly.

Back to silence, just like that.

"Why'd you lead me on? I liked you a lot, you know, I kept thinking about you," Schlatt said, his voice sounding vulnerable in comparison to his usual cocky New York accent.

"I kept thinking about you, too, Schlatt, but I didn't know you were immortal too-,"

"Shush!" Schlatt hissed, eyes flickering up, and seconds later, Wilbur was startled by a woman appearing beside them with the former's order.

She put down his food with a cheerful smile.

"Thank you," Schlatt praised, a smile forming on his own face as his eyes closed in happiness.

And once again, they were silent, until the waitress left, and Wilbur continued.

"If i was immortal, and you were mortal, there's no way we could've worked out, as I'm sure you know-,"

"I know how it works," Schlatt interrupted, "But we could've lasted at least a few months without either of us getting suspicious."

"Well now, if everything works out, we could last literally forever. See? I told you, 'When the time is right,'" Wilbur quoted himself.

"So... the time is right?" Schlatt asked, eyes sparkling with hope.

But it was all crushed when Wilbur looked away, feeling melancholy.

"Wilbur!" Schlatt whined, "Please give me a chance, what time is more right than right now?"

"You'll know Schlatt. We'll both know."

And with that, Schlatt watched Wilbur stand and walk towards the employee lounge, leaving behind, once again, a heartbroken Schlatt.

It was 1999 when Schlatt thought he'd finally gotten over Wilbur. Everytime he thought of the Brit, he'd roll his eyes and think of something else. He'd come to the conclusion that Wilbur's 'right time' saying was utter bullshit. It was an excuse to not have to deal with Schlatt, and he was fine with it. The taller probably would've been just as cryptic and secretive in a relationship as he was out of one. Yeah, totally.

a/n

another unfinished one lulw

aLso plothole WHO? :)

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