Quackity POV:

(Some of you guys like music so here is a song for this fanfic: masochism tango - Tom Lehrer, sped up or slowed or normal pitch Idm ^^)

I walked next to Wilbur, smiling up at him as he spoke. He has had a rough few days, so I assume me being back at school will make everything better. A boy came running up to us, putting his arm on my shoulders.

"Hey quackity!" He grinned at me. I didn't realise who it was at first until I turned to him again, wait no still don't. "How does it feel to know you're boyfriend is a murderer?" Oh he's one of them.

"He's not a murderer." I knew he was and, oddly, that's the thing I liked about him. A guy who would genuinely do anything for me. Was this really healthy? No absolutely not but I am happy with Wilbur and I helped him change a bit while being kept at home.

( Context so you guys don't think Wilbur is even more weird: Wilbur is keeping Quackity at home to keep him away from bullying and harassment from past situations)

The guy laughed, "it's bad enough that you 2 are dating, now ur both mental." I sighed.

"How about you just fuck off and mind your business, you able to do that dickhead?" I brushed his arm off of me.

He chuckled, "feisty! Such a bad attitude for such a small thing." He rolled his eyes then ran back to his friends who were a long way behind us.

"Are we still friends with George sapnap and dream??" Wilbur nodded. He bent down to my ear.

"They know I murdered him but they said he deserved it." I gave him a confused look. He sighed, "The day I killed him, he brutally attacked his girlfriend and her, sending her to hospital, and was planning to do the same with you and I didn't want you to go through that again. You shouldn't have even gone through it once." I stared at him in shock. I can't believe that was gonna happen.

"Thank you for doing that, I love you so much Wilbur." My face changed into a pleased smile as I watched his hair bounce in the wind. I examined him more. He had his blazer on his shoulder, his shirt untucked and his free hand in his pocket. He looks so cool, and hot. I was snapped back into reality by Wilbur waving his hand in my face.

"Don't stare too hard, darling, your eyes could fall out." He chuckled. I turned away from him as a sensed my face turning red. We arrived at school and walked in, meeting George, Dream, sapnap and 4 of their friends I don't recognise, but they seem to be very close with Wilbur.