It was Saturday afternoon, and Victor was exactly where he wanted to be: buried under the covers of his king-sized bed, fit for a king like him. Victor had spent the whole day in bed so far since he went to sleep there the night before, with Wallace in his dreams. Now, Victor was awake enough to actually enjoy the day, and best of all? He didn’t have to go to school.
Without much thought and a great deal of boredom, Victor scrolled through TikTok posts on hunting and the like.
Victor had a hunting rifle of his own, actually. His dad, Harold Quartermaine, had given it to him as a small child to keep him out of the house so “he didn’t have to deal with his constant whining”.
Victor sighed, sinking deeper into the covers. And yet here I am, in bed, but at least I’m away from Dad right now. At least he doesn’t think I whine anymore. In fact, Victor’s dad hasn’t said anything of the sort in a long time.
Victor shook his head, deciding not to think about it and watch a video by @thehuntingexpert792 on how to properly hunt a rabbit.
All of a sudden, a message appeared on the screen.
“Hi” from Wallace.
Victor suddenly felt as if he had a ton of coffee, which he usually drank when he wanted, or needed, to stay wide awake, especially for hunting and late-night calls with his friends.
People generally found Victor unapproachable, so he didn’t have many friends besides his own little group with Bernard Cedarwood and Tristan Goldman. They were from his middle school, though.
Victor then focused his eyes on the message again.
“Hi”.
He began to feel giddy, a feeling he was long used to by now. “What is this feeling?” he would ask himself, he would ask his dog Phillip for so many days and nights. It just dawned on him a few days ago after he had his first dream about Wallace.
Love. A crush.
With shaky hands, his face gradually turning warmer, he sent back a message.
“What ho!”
What ho? Seriously?
Victor facepalmed. Why am I always so awkward? That’s the best I could think of??
That’s what he always said to the girl he used to like, Campanula Tottington. But of course, she didn’t like someone like him. A mere nobody. A slimeball.
Victor felt his phone buzz again.
“LOLLL”
Wallace thought it was funny? Campanula never did.
“LOL”, he replied.
As the feeling began to rise in his chest, Victor planned on doing exactly what he should have done: ask out that blithering idiot.
Wallace was always a blithering idiot, but admittedly, a cute blithering idiot. A handsome blithering idiot. He didn’t see it when they first met, when he got mad at Wallace for his peaceful ways and the way he seemingly could win over his Campanula, but none of that mattered.
His hatred toward Wallace turned into fixation. And dreams. And well, he didn’t hate Wallace. Not for a long time, he didn’t. He was in love with him.
“Would you…” Victor typed the words on the screen. “Hey, I want to ask someone….”
No, no. The first one was better.
“Would you like to go bowling sometime?”
Wallace’s reply was almost immediately, much to Victor’s surprise and content.
“I would love to, Victor. I’m the inventor, but you’re the one who always has the smart ideas.”
Victor’s face got hotter, feeling even giddier.
Smart ideas?
Wallace, the utter vegetable he thought he hated, was actually a cute vegetable. Maybe even his vegetable. And that vegetable thought he was smart.
“So”, began Victor.
“Yeah?”
“It’s a date? LOL”
Victor began even giddier. He swore the room was spinning, and his face got even hotter than before. “A date?!” he giggled. “Nah, nah, Wallace and I are just friends, right Phillip?”
Phillip barked in a way Victor saw as sarcastic agreement, like “Yeah, right”.
But Wallace? He just answered: “If you want it to be 🤷♂️”
“WHAT”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“Oh no no no! You said everything right Wallace.”
“Is it a date?”
Victor sighed, taking deep breaths to ease his giddy feeling. “Of course”.
thank you so much :D this helped. i will be ok.