A new book has been found !
Book Title: Maybe You’re Not So Bad After All… Part Three
Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader
Summary: After your failed minecraft date, you agree to go on a real date with Wilbur.
TWs: Stalkerish ex, crying, a few swear words
Author’s Note: This is the third and final part of this series, the others can be found below.
“I’ll pick you up in half an hour?”
“Sounds good.” You answered before saying your goodbyes, leaving the discord call.
“Wow,” you thought aloud to yourself. “I’m going on a real date with Wilbur in thirty minutes.”
“Oh God! Thirty minutes?!” You rushed around your house to get ready.
“What am I supposed to wear when I know absolutely nothing about what we’re going to do?” You stood in front of your closet, sorting through your clothes aimlessly for a while.
“Oh I’ve got nothing to wear! This is horrible!” Your full closet just didn’t seem to hold anything you wanted.
“Ding, dong, ding, dong.” Your doorbell rang.
“WHAT?” You looked down at your phone to check the time and all the color drained from your face at the realization that you had spent the whole thirty minutes just staring into your closet.
“Well, I guess what I’m already wearing will have to do.” You whispered to yourself, “I feel like I’m forgetting something though…”
You walked out of your bedroom and to your front door, taking a deep breath before opening it.
“Hey!” You opened the door, greeting Wilbur.
“Hey Y/n! You look great!” He responded.
You almost walk out the door then remember that your keys are still inside.
“Oh crap wait I almost forgot my keys! That would’ve sucked oh wow. Uh, come in, you can wait on the couch or something while I find them” You walked back inside, Wilbur following close behind.
“The couch is right over there,” you pointed, “make yourself at home.”
Wilbur walked into your living room and sat on the couch, putting his feet on the coffee table before quickly deciding against it and taking them off.
You were searching around for your keys when you heard the doorbell ring again.
“I thought you said you didn’t have any plans for today?”
“I didn’t…” You responded as you opened the door
“What are you doing here??”
Your ex, Sam, stood in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers in their hand, quickly inviting themselves in.
“I’m so sorry for everything I said to you, I know you and Wilbur are just friends. I didn’t mean it, I was just upset. When I saw you blocked me I knew I had to come right over here and apologize-”
Wilbur walked out of the living room to see you standing in front of Sam with flowers in their hand, his jaw clenching when he remembered who they were.
“What the fuck is he doing here??” Your ex asked, raising his volume noticeably. “Jesus! Everytime I think you might be good for me you immediately prove me wrong with that fuck hanging around!”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to,” Wilbur shot back, stepping up to Sam who was considerably shorter than him.
“You think I’m scared of you tough guy?”
“You should be,” Wilbur responded.
They got in each other’s faces and Sam shoved Wilbur before you quickly yelled at them to stop, “Sam get out! I don’t know why you thought it would be okay to come here but you need to leave right now.”
“I’m not going anywhere, doll” Your ex tried to push a strand of hair out of your face but you dodged it.
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, GET OUT before I call the cops !” You yelled, standing your ground.
They scoffed and started walking towards the door, throwing the flowers on the ground causing petals to fly everywhere.
“Wilbur won’t always be here doll, and I’ll be back to win you over again.”
You slammed the door in their face and slid down it, breaking into a sob once you hit the floor.
“Theyre such a fucking creep!” Wilbur yelled in frustration.
You didn’t respond so Wilbur grabbed the bunch of flowers and put them in the trash, grabbing a broom to sweep up the rest that scattered the floor.
“I don’t think you should spend the night here until you can get a restraining order Y/n.” He advised.
“Where else would I go? I can’t afford a hotel room until then, the courts are so behind right now from COVID-”
“Uhh,” he thought for a second, “you can stay at my place till then, if you’d like?” Wilbur offered.
“You really don’t have to do that Wilbur, you’ve done so much for me already.”
“I insist. They don’t know where I live, and my place is much safer than a hotel anyhow.”
You thought about it for a second before sighing, “yeah I guess you’re right. Let me pack a bag real quick.”
You walked back to your room sniffling. You quickly filled a bag with all the things you would need for at least a week and walked back out to your living room where Wilbur stood.
The drive to Wilbur’s was a quick one. Comfortable silence filled the air as you stared out the window. The only noise was an occasional sniff to clear your stuffy nose.
Wilbur’s knuckles were white from the force he was holding the steering wheel with.
A few minutes later Wilbur pulled into his driveway.
“Your house is closer than I thought it was,” you thought aloud.
“Yeah, It’s crazy we haven’t at least met up before this,” he added.
“Sucks that this is your first impression of meeting me. I promise it’s not usually this crazy”
“What’s been happening is not your fault at all Y/n,” Wilbur said before stepping out the car and walking around to open your door for you. Grabbing your bag so you could stand up before closing your door and handing you back your bag.
“Beep, beep” the car sounded when Wilbur locked it as you both walked inside.
Wilbur’s house was simply decorated but filled with many tiny meaningful details on the inside. A Polaroid of him, Tommy, and Phil on the fridge, a Youtoos of Niki on the bookshelf in the living room. Simple things to make it look more lived in.
“Where should I put my bag?” You asked him, looking around the room.
“Oh here let me show you the guest room real quick”
Wilbur walked you down the hallway and opened a door revealing a decent sized room with a queen sized bed, a dresser, and a desk.
“It’s not much but it will work for now,” He glanced around the humble room.
You set down your bags and sat on the bed, “No it’s lovely, thank you again. For everything.”
“Of course, I’m going to let you settle in for a bit while I cook something for dinner alright? We can watch a movie or something afterwards.”
And with that Wilbur left like he said he would and you leaned back into the soft bed, letting it absorb you while you pondered your thoughts for a moment before deciding to put some things away. You put your clothes in the drawers and a few other things you brought on the desk before Wilbur knocked on the door.
“Dinners ready if you want to eat,” he announced.
Wilbur brought you to the dinner table and you both ate your food, simple conversations being thrown about in between bites. Once you were done eating Wilbur grabbed your plate and put it in the dishwasher before starting it up.
“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” He asked after clicking start.
“I’m actually really tired,” you admitted. “Would you mind if I went to bed?”
“No of course not,” Wilbur looked at the stove’s time, “it is getting pretty late actually, I think I’ll go to sleep as well.”
You told each other goodnight and went your separate ways, him to his room and you to yours.
Hours later you were stuck staring at the ceiling, restless. You had been trying to fall asleep for hours with no luck.
“I wonder if Wilbur is still up?” You thought to yourself before throwing off the covers and stepping out of bed.
Careful not to make the floorboards creak, you softly walked across the hall to Wilbur’s room. His door was shut and his lights were off. Without thinking you twisted the door knob and looked inside.
“Wilbur?” You whispered, peaking your head in.
“Yeah?” Wilbur’s response was clouded by his groggy voice.
“Are you awake?” You stared at the floor and waited for a response.
“I am now, what’s up?” Wilbur sat up in his bed and turned on a dim lamp on his nightstand.
“I can’t sleep. Do you think- Um…” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.
“Can I sleep in here tonight?” Your voice was hardly audible, barely a whisper. “I can sleep on the floor or something-“
“Come on,” Wilbur flipped the covers off the opposite side of his bed inviting you to lay down.
You smiled and walked over, climbing in but maintaining the space between the two of you.
“Goodnight Wilbur.” You quickly fell asleep in the comfort of your friend’s presence.
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