1. ‘Flowers’ By Miley Cirus - /Quackity’s POV/ I woke up on my back staring up at my blank apartment ceiling. I sighed, closing my eyes re-running what happened last night. ~”You just never open up”~ Sapnaps reason. He explained while Karl sat behind him. He seemed confused. I opened my eyes, hoping to see Karls silly grin but instead, the bleak ceiling. Everything in my apartment now seemed dead. Sitting up, I took in my bedroom. Rather small. A twin bed pushed near the window with my nightstand directly under the window. A small cheap lamp stood. I never really use it so I don’t know why I ever have it. My phone was plugged up and fully charged. I muffled a groan as I leaned over to check it. A new video, a few comments on a couple of videos, and the weather. I clicked on the comments, read through them, and responded to them if necessary. I glanced at the new video. It was Tommy’s so I shrugged it off. I didn’t care for the weather so I just left it. My room had stuff everywhere, mainly Sapnaps or Karls. That’s when it hit me: their stuff is everywhere in my apartment. I groaned and sat up, face in my hands. Yep, I am miserable. I realized that the shorts I was wearing were Saps and the hoodie was Karls. I decided to hunt for my own clothes when my phone chimed. Charlie: Hey, coming over with a friend. Me: Who? Charlie: Wilbur Soot. I groaned. Me: Are you bringing food? Charlie: Yes, Quackity of Las Nevadas. I chuckled softly. I live in Las Nevadas Apartments. Me: I’ll leave the door unlocked. Charlie: kk. I turned my phone off and stood up stretching. Wilbur and I are friends…somewhat. The man’s nice but he seems to have this other side he lets hardly anyone see. As my arms fell to my sides, I glanced around spotting my beanie, a pair of leggings, and a worn gray T-shirt. I change into my clothes after finding two different boxes for Karls and Sapnaps stuff. I put the hoodie into Karls box and the same with Saps shorts. I grabbed Saps box and took it to the kitchen. The kitchen was as big as my bathroom. Small with essentials. Sink, stove, small counter tops, and a fridge. I put the box on the couter and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out as I walked to the door and unlocked the deadbolt. :) Karl :). I sighed and took a deep breath, answering it. “What’s up?” “Hey. It’s NIck.” I pause and heard him sigh. “My phones dead so I-” “What’s up?” I asked again. There was a small pause. “I-I known we have some stuff over there…I’ll be by before lunch to pick it up?” Nick asked. I took a glance around, noticing piles all over. “At the earliest.. I’ll call when I’m done,” “Sounds-” I hung up, hand’s shaking. He acted as if nothing bother him. Anything about last night. I had to take a few deep breaths to not cry. I went back to my room to grab Karls box when I heard footsteps outside the front door. It opened as I walked out, navigating thought the living area. “Sorry for the mess.” I said as I went into the kitchen, placing Karls box next to Nicks. The TV was a 18 inch ontop of a small table. Only a couch for sitting and it was covered in clothes. Charlie just smiled at me. He wore some dress pants, a simple button-up shirt, and his glasses. He was holding a box and a few drinks. HE put them down on a nearby counter and hugged me. WIlbur on the other hand, started to eye the piles of clothes and stuff. “We clearly have a lot of work to do.” He muttered. I sighed. “Don’t remind me..” Charlie apparently got donuts and some iced coffee. He gave me a donut and a coffee, Wilbur just a coffee, and treated himself to a small package of donut holes and coffee. We all ate in silence til WIlbur broke it. “How are you holding up?” I had to pause. “I-i’m fine.. Sap said he’ll be by before lunch to pick up their stuff.” I muttered and Wilbur nodded slightly. THe next few minutes we finished eating and drank the last big of our coffee’s when Charlie came up with an attack plan. “I can start in your room and you and Wilbur focus on the living area.” I heard Soot sigh. “Sure thing.” I smiled at Charlie.
We all went to the areas we were, I guess assigned to in a way? I dunno, man. I started to sort Karls, Nicks, and my belongings apart at Wilbur started to fold a pile neatly. We worked in silence as time slowly passed away. I would glance at Wilbur and he’d have this conflicted and confused expression. He would notice me looking and he would ask ‘What?’ very hastfully. I would shrug it off or just shake my head. Charlie would come out with small bundles of clothes and set them soundlessly down beside WIlbur to fold. I was finished with a small portion of the couch when I caught WIlbur staring at me. “You ok-?” I asked. He seemed to snap back to reality. “What? Y-yeah I’m fine.” He stammered. “Just.. thought about a song.” He shrugged. I looked back at what I was doing. “What song?” I asked, gently. “It’s called ‘Flowers’. It’s by Miley Cirus.” Wilbur answered. I nodded thoughtfully. “Might listen to it later.” I muttered. He seemed to acknowledge my statement with another nodd. After another 20 or 30 minutes, the couch was done. So I started to move NIcks and Karls stuff into their boxes. I glanced at the time to see it was almost lunch. I took my phone out and messaged Karl. Me: Most of the stuff is sorted… Can come pick up whats’ here. I sighed and set the phone down. It chimed. Karl: 10/4.. Be their in a few. I looked up. “Will, Charlie! Saps coming to get what we got.” I announced. “Ok! Do you need more boes?” Charlie asked as he walked out of my room with more clothes. “Maybe.” Wilbur said. “I can go get some.” Charlie volunteered. I nodded. “Okay.. the Dollar General down the block. They give ‘em out for free.” He waved as he walked out. I sighed. Wilbur took a second and faced me. “What’s really wrong?” He asked. Honestly, I was startled. “Um.. What do you mean?” I asked. He sighed and steped forward. “It’s not easy.. A break up.” He muttered, his accent thick. I looked down at the ground. “I’ve been throught so much Will.. Jshlatt and now this.. I-I feel like I’m going crazy.” I ranted. Here’s the difference between Jshlatt, Karl and Nick, and Wilbur. Jshlatt was a nice guy at frist then he got a drop of booze and was a different person. Karl was a go-lucky, 24/7 smiling guy while Nick could be a teddy bear then a grizzly bear. Wilbur Soot? He listens to you. For the next few minutes, I was ranting about my past relationships to Wilbur. And he actually cared. Finally, I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. The doorbell rang. My eyelids snapped open to see Wilbur opening to door to find Karl. “Where’s Sap?” I asked, not a moments hesitation. “He’s at home.” Karl spoke. He lganced at Wilbur then gave me a up-and-down. I caught what he was thinking. “Karl… He’s here with Charlie to help.” He nodded and walked over ot the boxes. “These it?” He asked. Wilbur spoke. “Yes, Mr. Jacobs.” I felt suddenly very weird. “Talk later.” I said as Karl walked out of the door with the boxes. I felt a weight lift off my chest. “What was that about?” Will asked as he walked back over. “Nothing.” I muttered, turning to go check on my room. I felt Wilbur grabbed my wrist. Not firmly but not too loose. I looked at him. His eyes were soft and calm. “What are you doing?” I asked, slight panic in my voice. He took a step closer, my wrist still being held onto. He was significantly taller than me. I suddenly got a sense of deja vu. This happened before, right after me and Jshlatt ended. Wilbur and I had… had… oh God. I was lost in my thoughts till I was knocked out of them. I felt warmth on my lips. I felt … Wilbur. My heart fluttered and I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. But something about him… AND SNAP BACK TO REALITY, OOP THERE GOES GRAVITY, OOP THERE GOES GRAVITY!! Haha suckers! Tbh, I wasn’t expecting this ending… srsly. I’ve spend two week running scenarios in my head and this was none of them. Q was going to his room to find a picture of Jshlatt- PTSD and yeah. Or he was gonna go to the local farmers market and notice this small bundle of mized-color roses (white, red, yellow, pink) and buy them. Ya’ know… actually follow the song- joy. ~ANYWAYS! If this gets 10 likes/favorites before then I’ll work on a part 2(?)~ Follow me: Quotev:DSMPhuman or (if that doesn’t show up anything) humanOffical Scratch: (backup/stories) humanOffical Genius: DSMPhuman (Music site- see the dumbness I listen to and chat!) CoolMath Games: (I get on here in my free time) SarcasticPaladin4 Fun fact: I write 99% of what you read all into a notebook then I have to type it onto a Doc and copy/paste onto here so- {Totally didn’t take 6 full pages just to write this little bit- Now time to get a proper 8 hour sleep- or not. NEXT STORY!!} After Type Up: This alone took 3 docs…. Is it worth it? I dunno- You guys prove it ig-
