Running with a murderer (Schlattbur) (DISCONTINUED/REWRITING)

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Poor boy

Poor boy

Poor boy

Poor boy

Poor boy

" SCHLATT!! "

Schlatt jumped out of his though, he looks over at wilbur who was smiling.

" you were lost in your thoughts, what were you thinking about? " schlatt stares at him, then smiles, shaking his head.

" its nothing wilbur, " wilbur tilted his head " are… you sure?? " schlatt nodded " yeah I'm sure. " wilbur nods " okay… if you need to talk I'm right here. " schlatt nodded " okay. "

The drive went silent again.

Schlatt went back looking out of the window, once again lost in his thoughts,

He began to think about the guy who attacked wilbur and how it he could've been.

He was thinking maybe a older dude but for some reason he thinks that it might've been someone at least around his age… it had to be… right??

He clearly didn't know, but had a bit of a feeling.

Schlatt froze when he feels a hand on his thigh, his body grew intense, he looks down at his leg and sees wilbur hand on his thigh.

Schlatt stares at wilbur,

" wil. "

Wilbur chuckles,

" what?? "

Schlatt looks down at his hand then back at wilbur grinning.

" why? "

Wilbur shrugs " why not? " schlatt stares at him " we're literally being followed and tracked down by cops, how are you thus flirty now, when you could've been flirty a while back?? "

" was it not obvious enough Jon? " schlatt blushes " I-… " wilbur laughs out loud, like he laughed for about a minute,

Is it really that funny??

Schlatt stares at him laughing, wilbur stops laughing giggling a bit as he wiped away a tear, he looks over at schlatt, his eyes… they were a bit, different…?

" you're funny Jon, so oblivious hmm? " schlatt smiles " am I really that oblivious wil? " wilbur nods " yes you're, " making schlatt chuckle,

" like how you're actually super oblivious now, " schlatt looks at wil, his smile slowly fading, confusion now put on his face " what does that mean, exactly? " wilbur looks back at schlatt " don't worry about it Jon, haha. "

Schlatt nodded, still staring at the hand on his thigh.

He suddenly felt a tiny bit uncomfortable, schlatt clears his throat " um… "

" yes, Jon? "

Schlatt looks at wilbur, happily driving,

" so what happened on the night of… you know… when that man tried to rob you? What happened… "

Schlatt saw him tense up,

Why is he tensing up like that? It not like as a sad or traumatized way, but a scared or worried way…

" I-I already told you… "

" I know but I wanna know about the man, "

Wilbur gripped the starring wheel, his hand lightly gripping on Schlatt's thigh,

His mind suddenly went to a protective panic mode, like he shouldn't as these questions, but he had to know.

" like, how did the man look like, "

" Schlatt, stop, I don't wanna talk about it, " wilbur said, gripping the steering wheel even harder,

" was he tall or short? "

Wilbur's leg began to jump up and down " schlatt, stop, "

" what was he doing with his buddies, "

" STOP SCHLATT THATS ENOUGH. " his hand clutched the wheel, feeling very very anxious, and bothered.

" How old was he– "

" STOP!!! "

He shouted, making schlatt go quiet, he stared at him, he wasn't the calm wil he knew.

Wilbur pulls over to the side of the road, he rubbed his face, schlatt furrowed his brows,

" what is wrong with you?? Can I not ask questions?? " wilbur slams his hands against the wheel " NO, NO YOU CAN'T, " He shouted back, with pure anger.

" why are you mad?! "

" BECAUSE YOU'RE ASKING ME THESE STUPID FUCKING QUESTIONS, THATS WHY. " Wilbur groans out with, inhaling and exhaling " IT WAS JUST QUESTIONS, STOP BEING A FUCKING PISS BABY, "

" DONT FUCKING TELL ME THAT, HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF SOMEONE STARTED ASKING YOU QUESTIONS AFTER KILLING SOMEONE!!! "

Schlatt stares at him.

Wilbur eyes,

They were darker, they were sinister almost, somehow they gave schlatt the chills. Wilbur sighs turning away, he heard him sniffle,

" i-i'm sorry schlatt, I'm still traumatized at what happened, my life was threatened at the moment and I had no choice, but to end someone's life… "

Wilbur turns his head and looks over at schlatt, a tear slips from his eye, going down his cheek.

" I had to do it or I was going to die… you don't understand what I did schlatt, and now I'm being the blame of it, I'm being accused of something, that I did, to protect myself… you don't understand. "

Schlatt felt sorry, he saw wilbur begin to sob, which made him quickly hug the brit.

" I'm am so so so so so sorry wil, I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry I started asking you these questions, I should've waited longer… " he comfortably said rubbing his back as he sobs,

" it won't happen again, "

" promise? "

Schlatt nods, moving wilbur and stares at him straight in the eyes.

" yes, I promise, you prick. " he grins, making wilbur chuckle.

Wilbur wipes away his tears and be ga to drive the van, now back on the road.

Wilbur began talking and laughing like nothing literally happened, he was just sobbing a minute ago saying he killed a man for protection, and he's now driving talk about a random topic.

Schlatt stares at the male as he happily talks.

If he was in that situation he would've just… I dunno, cried a few more minutes, or tried to get a hold of himself for a while before driving again.

But why would he care,

Everyone has their own ways composing themselves or how long it takes for them to.

Like the way wilbur was, crying then quickly getting over it.

Thats normal…

Right?

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Sorry for the late update =)