The Triangle

Chapter 137 ? Unlabled

Clay sat down on my bed, rested his elbows on his knees and held his hands together, staring at me hard.

GEORGE:
"W—What do you need to talk to me about...?"

CLAY:
"Just because we're growing up doesn't mean you can have sex, young man. All that's allowed tonight from Wilbur is a peck, that's all." He pointed at me, his smile slowly fading through his serious facade.

I lowered my shoulders as I titled my head at him.

GEORGE:
"I hate you."

CLAY:
"You love me."

I rolled my eyes for the billionth time, just like he wheezed for the billionth time today. Clay stood up and walked to me.

CLAY:
"For real, though, you should start getting ready."

GEORGE:
"All I'm going to wear is this." I glanced down at my clothes.

CLAY:
"Sweatpants and a hoodie? For a date?"

GEORGE:
"It's not an actual date, idiot—" I pushed him away slightly, making him smile.

CLAY:
"Wilbur told me he's wearing a tux."

GEORGE:
"You're lying."

CLAY:
"He's bringing you flowers too."

GEORGE:
"Right, totally."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Clay and I jerked our heads to my bedroom door.

I already knew it was Wilbur.

GEORGE:
"I'm wearing this." I raised my eyebrows and stood up, "Bye idiot."

CLAY:
"No sex—" He pointed again.

I flipped him off over my shoulder as I walked downstairs, making Clay laugh.

Soon, I went to my front door and swung it open. In front of me was Wilbur, wearing an all black tuxedo, holding flowers, my favorite flowers, dandelions.

I blinked slowly as I nodded.

WILBUR:
"Couldn't even dress up for our date." He pressed his hand to his chest, acting fake offended.

I glanced down at the dandelions. It looked like he pulled them out of the ground.

GEORGE:
"Why do you have those?" I pointed at the flowers.

WILBUR:
"Y/N told me a while ago that they were your favorite flowers, so I went flower picking, and possibly got stung by a bee—" He explained.

I scoffed with a smile.

WILBUR:
"You ready?"

GEORGE:
"I guess."

WILBUR:
"Are you sure? I could wait 5 minutes for you to change."

I grabbed the flowers from him then tossed them over my shoulder, walking to his car.

WILBUR:
"Well now I might cry." He joked, jogging after me.

CLAY:
"Treat my Gogy well." He shed a fake tear, wiping it away with a fake pout.

I glared at Clay over my shoulder one last time before entering Wilbur's car, slamming it behind me.

Wilbur and Clay laughed, then waved to each other. Once Wilbur hopped inside the driver's seat, he shut the door, buckled up, then took off.

GEORGE:
"He's already been making jokes throughout this whole day, and it's annoyed the fuck out of me, so if you could chill with the jokes, that'd be great."