You had visited Wilma today to have dinner with her and her family, but during it she didn’t even acknowledge the fact you two were dating. If they had asked she brushed it off and acted like you two were only friends, it made you feel like she was ashamed to be with you.
Afterwards you had rushed out of her house, to which she followed behind quickly and stopped you.
“Hey, hey, wait—“ She was cut off at the feeling of rain pouring down on her when she stepped off her porch, shivering slightly as she watched you turn around.
“What the hell was that? You acted like we aren’t together. Anytime your parents asked you just.. you brushed it off like I mean nothing to you.” You narrowed your eyes at her, a frown set on your lips.
“Love, please. It’s nothing like that.” She walked closer to you, her hands on your forearms. “Yeah? Because it really seems that way. If you don’t like me, just say it.”
She furrowed her brows, shaking her head at you. “I do! You seriously can’t think I don’t.” She sighed and moved her hands away from you, brushing the hair out of her face. “Then act like it, Wilma—! You say you do but you act like you don’t even care about me.”
By now you had started crying, but she couldn’t see because of the rain covering both of your faces.
“I do care! Why can’t you see that? Just because I don’t tell my family I’m with you; doesn’t mean I don’t care.” Her tone was much more frustrated, all she wanted was for you to believe her.
“If you can’t tell your family, maybe we should just break up. It would make everything a lot easier for you, wouldn’t it?” Her face had dropped at your words, tears escaping her eyes as she shook her head and moved closer. “No, please. I wanna be with you.”
She grabbed ahold of your shoulders, her face only a few inches from your own. She knew there was little she could do to convince you she truly cared, until a thought popped in her head.
“I love you. I am so fucking in love with you, and I can’t see myself without you. Please, don’t leave. I’m just scared of what they’ll say, I promise. They’re just—“ She was cut off by your lips on hers, her hands falling down to your side to pull you closer.
You stayed like this for a moment or two, pulling away and looking up at her with a soft expression. “I love you too, Wilma.”
Ever since you could remember you had been friends with Wilbur. The two of you grew up together from diapers, your dads were best friends in high school, and of course that made you two the closest friends in high school. You were even voted the best bromance one year!
Though, the one thing you guys never spoke about, was your crushes. Mostly because your crush? His own sister, Wilma. You found it fascinating how she was so talented, playing softball and being a full time painter at home. And the cherry on top? She was absolutely beautiful.
You always found yourself admiring her for the littlest things, but only when Wilbur wasn’t around. You wouldn’t be caught dead with him knowing you fell for her. It was the number one rule with any friendship; siblings are off limits.
It broke your heart when you’d see her talk about other people, knowing she didn’t feel the same towards you. You anonymously left her letters in her locker, complimenting her work and softball wins. When staying at dinner at their place, you’d hear her discuss the newest letter, smiling to yourself about it.
You loved that you were always on her mind, even without her knowing. Your letters would soon be returned, her leaving them at her locker for you, before slipping your own inside. Her letters simply expressed her gratitude, wanting to know who you were. If you saw her or her friends waiting in the hallway, you’d go during class, using the excuse of having to use the bathroom.
Wilbur never caught on to your behavior thankfully. He always teased you though about the fact he knew you were crushing on someone, begging to know who it was, to which you’d always respond with his own mother. He claimed he wanted to help you find your soulmate, he even helped you with some of the letters without knowing it. He’s string up pickup lines and compliments to tell people, to which you’d write them in your notebook for later.
The letters weren’t the stop of your behavior, you made sure to show up to each practice and game she had (mostly because your mom was her coach). You’d be in the stands, cheering her on as if your life depended on it. She had once gifted you an old jersey of hers, letting you keep it so you could show your pride for her team. She didn’t fully know how much it meant to you, of course she didn’t, you refused to tell her. But the night she gifted it to you, you practically cried tears of joy because of it.
With all of these things piling up on one another, you couldn’t help but fall for her harder. You wanted to confess to her so, so badly. But you knew you couldn’t because of Wilbur, even though he wanted to help you find love.
“Hey, dude, great news.” Wilbur came up beside you, an arm loosely wrapping around your shoulders. “Wilma has an away game tomorrow, meaning you and me can watch a bunch of movies together.” His hand gripped onto your shoulder, raising his brows as he waited for your answer.
“Tempting offer. Where she playing, though?” You stepped away from him to open your locker, putting away your things and grabbing out your phone plus headphones. “Lionville. She hates those guys, so don’t expect peace and quiet when I go to call her up.” He smiled and leaned against the wall next to you. “God, those guys are annoying. Have you seen them at the football games? They always tell us to eat dick.” You rolled your eyes from the utter thought of it, shutting your locker and looked back at him. “You drive here today? I need a ride home.” He nodded at your words, grabbing ahold of your hood and began to drag you along behind him.
It was always like this with you too, he practically manhandled you at any given chance. And not in a cute couple way, more of a big brother being an asshole way. He treated you as more of a sibling than he did Wilma. Speaking of her, you two walked past her. Your gaze getting stuck on her, admiring her beauty. Even if she has messy hair and baggy clothes, she was still the most gorgeous girl you had ever seen. You felt a sharp tug on your hood, choking slightly as you quickly move your feet and walked next to Wilbur. “Asshole.” You rubbed your throat at the sensation, swatting his hand away from your hood.
“Who were you staring at? You and those dumbass heart eyes again.” He rolled his eyes, grabbing your shoulder and ran his thumb over the material of your hoodie. “Nobody, and stop rubbing me, you know I don’t like it.” You elbowed his side, before rushing forward and opening the front door for him, bowing dramatically. “Well, first of all, thank you kind sir. Secondly, you only don’t like it because it’s me.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you along, making you stumble down the steps as you both approached his car.
“Gotta wait for Wilma, by the way. I’m taking her home before she packs her shit and leaves.” He gestured for you to get in, throwing his things in the backseat, before getting in and started up the car.
It didn’t necessarily take long for Wilma to show up, sitting in the back seat, right behind you. Her one arm was draped over your seat, brushing her hand against your shoulder as she spoke with Wil. You were a mess from her touch, trying to ignore it as you not-so-secretly turned up the radio. The music had drowned out enough for you to focus on the road in front of you, not until she started to sing along with the lyrics that was.
There was something about her voice, the way her hand would grip your shoulder as she got louder. She seemed so passionate about the music, it was so hard not to fall more madly in love with her. “Earth to Y/N? You’re zoning out. You good there?” Her face was right next to yours now, making you jump back slightly as you quickly nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Just tired.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, scratching the back of your neck. “You heard them, Wil. Hurry up and get them home, they need rest!”
You were flustered at her actions, since when did she care so much about you and your well being? You quickly used your sleeve to cover your mouth, pretending to yawn as you concealed a smile. Wilbur let out a dramatic sigh, nodding his head before turning down your street. As he pulled in front of the house, her hand let go of your shoulder, making you slightly sad from the lost contact. “I’ll see you later!” You expected wilbur to be speaking, but he wasn’t. It was Wilma. You shyly nodded and waved, exiting the car. “See you..”
You jogged back towards the front door, opening the door and shut it behind you with a smile. A loud squeal escaped your lips, rushing upstairs like a little kid, practically tackling your pillow out of pure happiness. She cared! She wanted to see you again! After all these years of admiring and praying for her affection— she finally liked you!
Or, you thought she did. Your delusions would end up getting the best of you, and then you’d go and act like she was your girlfriend, and then you’d say she was the love of your life, and you’d ruin it all. That was the last thing you wanted.
Of course, it wasn’t long until you did see them again. Arriving for lunch at their place before Wilma would leave for her game. The three of you sat in the living room, watching as another one of your friends attempted to beat FNAF VR. “Brooke, you’re gonna run into the wall!” Wilma was laughing as she spoke, rushing to stand up and placed her hands on her waist, pulling her back before she bashed her face into the wall. The sight of her hands on Brooke made your stomach churn, biting back a frown.
Wilbur noticed and awkwardly placed an arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort you. He leaned down to your ear, a smile tugging at his lips. “Which one is it?” He spoke quietly, and of course, you knew exactly what he meant. You looked at him for a second, running a hand through your hair and discreetly pointed at Wilma. He seemed to nod in approval, removing his arm from you and moved around so there was space between you two.
Wilma sat back down in the new given space, her leg touching yours as she watched Brooke closely. Your gaze was on her the entire time, admiring the way her lips parted as she focused in on the TV screen. Her fingers tracing patterns on her jeans, her hand occasionally twitching and hitting your thigh. Of course, her accident touch didn’t go unnoticed by you or Wilbur. His smile told you that.
There was something with the way she watched Brooke, something that made you envy her. You wanted to be the one she was looking at, holding, smiling at. Why couldn’t it be you? Sure, she had the headset on. But you were right there. Wilbur could tell you were jealous or upset, and spoke up to cut your train of thought. “Anyone in the mood for food?” He stood up and awkwardly removed the headset from Brooke, earning a scowl from her as he placed it in the coffee table. “Sure, just throw some fries in the oven for me.” Wilma stood up along with him, making you frown slightly.
“I’ll have whatever.” You shrugged and shifted in your seat, leaning against the arm rest. You pulled your phone from your pocket, attempting to ignore the knot in your stomach as Brooke followed after Wilma, her arms finding their way around her. You hated that they were so close, but at the same time, they were practically high school sweethearts. They weren’t together, but they sure as hell acted like it.
You didn’t realize you had been staring up Wilma stood in front of you, a skeptical look on her face. “You good? You were staring at Brooke like you wanted to explode her head.” She laughed lightly at her own words, sitting next to you and tried to steal a glance at your phone. “I’m fine. Just watching stupid reels.” You tilting your phone in her direction, showing a video of a small cat falling over. Her pupils instantly dilated, her mouth agape as she got closer, her head touching your shoulder. “It’s so cute—! This is anything but stupid.” She poked your forehead lightly, a smile tugging at her lips before she scrolled down.
The distance between you had you very, very warm. You adjusted how you were sat so the two of you could watch the cat videos you found together, and of course, Wilbur saw this as a perfect opportunity. He walked over and stood behind the couch, his arm wrapping around the two of you. “What are you lovebirds doing?” He raised a brow, a playful smirk on his lips. You instantly glared at him, before your gaze softened as you heard Wilma giggle. “Lovebirds? That’s a new one.” She shrugged and leaned against your shoulder again, continuing to scroll on your phone. You stared at Wilbur with a shocked expression, earning a look of approval from him and a thumbs up, before he disappeared into the kitchen again.
Wilma looked at the time on your phone, a groan escaping her lips as she stood up and stretched. “I gotta head out, game starts in about two hours.” She walked into the kitchen, hugging Brooke and Wilbur while grabbing her bag from the dining table. You awkwardly stood up, making your way towards her to say goodbye. “You’re gonna do great, Wilm. I know it.” You smile lightly, to which she returned. She walked over and pulled you into a hug, and of course you returned it, probably seeming extremely desperate though. She pulled back and patted your shoulder, her gaze softening as it met yours. “I’ll see you all when I get back.” With that she walked past you, but the way she said it was like she only meant it to you.
Brooke soon left after, leaving you and Wilbur to watch random movies in the living room that he found on Netflix. The silence between you was insufferable, before he soon broke it. “She likes you too, you know.” He looked over at you with a small smile, nudging your arm lightly. “You should ask her out. I’m giving you permission.” His words of course took you off guard. For one; she liked you? Two; he was letting you ask her out?
“You’re joking.” He shook his head, a smug smile on his lips as he pulled out his phone, going through some of him and Wilma’s texts. Talking about you. She called you pretty, funny, she wanted you to be hers. “Told you I’d find your soulmate.” He smiled widely, watching you stare in awe as you struggled to think of what to say. “Holy shit.”
You rushed down towards the field, being careful not to trip over any rocks as it was dark out. You could hear cheering from the dugout, looking up to see Wilma walking out with a wide smile. Her eyes found yours, looking a little shocked as she slightly stopped in her tracks. She excused herself from her friend, jogging over to you with a confused expression. “Why are you here? Did you drive an entire hour just to show up? You’re kind of late..” She spoke in a teasing tone, smiling lightly as you quickly shook your head.
“No, no. Let me explain.” You sighed, feeling your nerves sky rocket as you prepared yourself. “Wilma, I’m in love with you. Wilbur always told me he’d help me find my soulmate, I know it’s stupid and cliché, but I really think that’s you. Everything about you has me falling harder each day— I was the one sending you the letters! I wanted to so desperately be noticed by you, I wanted to be the one you held and the one you kissed and said you loved. And I.. I came all the way here to tell you that.” You let out a deep breath, seeing her jaw dropped and her eyes wide. Did you fuck up? You furrowed your brows at her, worrying what she was going to say. But she didn’t say anything.
Her lips were on yours in an instant, her hands holding your sides as she pulled you closer. The utter feeling of euphoria you felt rush through you was insane, your hands grappling her shoulders as you kissed her back. The moment you had been longing for finally came, all thanks to Wilbur encouraging you. You both stayed like that for a good few moments, your face burning up as you watched her pull away. The smile soon returned to her lips, before lowering her voice and whispered to you.
“I’ve been waiting for you to say that, for so long. And trust me, it’s not stupid. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were my soulmate.” She ended her words with a final kiss, before pulling away frantically at the sound of her coach, your mom, asking what you were doing there. She stepped away and laughed to herself, waving at you as she ran off. “I’ll see you later, love!”
Though later would have to wait a week, since your mom grounded you for being out past your curfew, and she didn’t know how you even got there in the first place. But it was so worth it.
One of Wilma’s favorite things about being with you was the moments you shared while driving to late night games.
The windows of her old pickup rolled down, the breeze flowing through your guy’s hair, the radio up as loud as possible, smiles on both of your faces, and of course your hands interlaced.
“When you’re tasting what he’s drinking, are you thinkin’ bout me?” She sang loudly, worrying you that she might snap a vocal cord. “When you’re riding where he’s driving, are you missin’ my street?”
You couldn’t help but join in and admire her. It was always adorable when she began to belt out the lyrics of her favorite songs.
“Baby, you’re not singing the right lyrics.” The truck stopped at a red light, her leaning over and snatching a quick kiss from you. “I’m busy with something else, Wilm.” You smiled and quickly leaned over to kiss her again, before pulling away and allowed her to drive as the light turned green.
“Busy my ass. You’re too busy staring at me.” She couldn’t help but snort as she broke out into a laugh, the song changing and earned a squeal of excitement from her. “She thinks my tractors sexy!”
You laughed along with her as she sounded so enthusiastic about the song. “Jesus, Wilma. Get it right.. I think your truck is sexy.”
