Wilbur hopped up, ready to make an excuse. "Sorry, I'm pretty sure the loser broke her ankle. I'm gonna end the stream. Bye everyone and Happy Christmas."

When the stream ended, Cora popped up as well, feeling more awkward as ever. "Um, that was weird-"

"Yea, totally."

The two stared at each other, both anxious to know what the other was thinking. Wilbur didn't know what to say. It was hard to swallow and his mouth was so dry. "Erm, can I go uh shower or something?" 'Stupid, stupid, stupid' he thought.

Cora nodded, still being as awkward as she could and walked to her closet to get some towels. "Here, second door on the right." He tried to smile, but his thoughts overwhelmed him as he slowly turned around, walking to where he was instructed.

Cora quietly shut the door and jumped on her bed, stuffing her face in the pillow, tempted to scream. This could not be happening.

She heard the shower turn on and calmed down a bit, getting up and changing into new comfortable clothes. She made sure the shower was still on and walked out into the kitchen, ready to prepare breakfast for the two.

Cora had made some bacon and eggs when Wilbur had decided to show up. He was in a loose brown sweater and baggy jeans that suited him all too well.

Cora's heart clenched, turning back to the eggs she was making and put it on a plate beside the pan. Wilbur watched her as she handed him the plate, trying not to make eye contact with him.

He had to do something, it cannot be awkward the whole time. "Thank you, love." Wilbur baited her. She stopped moving and finally made eye contact with him. "You're just so british." Wilbur laughed and stuck a bite of eggs in his mouth.

Cora's mood changed, she wasn't so tense and skipped her way to the seat next to Wilbur. "So, why aren't you visiting your family for Christmas?" Wilbur asked taking a peice of bacon off of Cora's plate. She rolled her eyes taking another peice of bacon and biting off the end bit. "I couldn't get a flight and I'm pretty sure I'm disowned lol."

Wilbur scrunched up his face and looked at Cora confused. "One, why are you disowned? And two, did you just say lol out loud?" Cora finished her food, hopping off the chair and went to throw away her plate. "I basically ran away with my best friend and haven't gone back. They were asses and verbally abusive. And yes I did say lol. Don't judge me lmao."

Wilbur widened his eyes, now awkward again and stood up as well, throwing away his plate. "Oh don't be so posh. It's fine. I'm fine." Cora smiled brightly at him and stood on her tip toes to ruffle his damp hair.

"So don't you ever talk to them?"

Cora immediately shook her head, grabbing her jacket from the rack by her door and throwing Wilbur's his. "Nope, now let's stop talking about this. I'm forcing us to go out and do something." He took the hint not to push anymore and put the jacket on.

The two stepped out into the cold, already starting to shiver. "I'm pretty sure everythings closed since it's Christmas, but it's New York. Meaning there's many things to do." Wilbur smiled and nodded, watching her determined side taking over.

They first went to the famous Central Park. "Look, there's my favorite tree I liked to sit under and read, but I got harassed, so I stopped coming. Oh and there's the great hot dog stand. They have amazing hot dogs, but I'm pretty sure the meat isn't real." Cora was pointing to this and that, explaining all of her tales since she's lived in New York.

She ran up to a rigged swingset that has been here for as long as she could remember. "This is my favorite thing in the whole world. I'm positive it's broken, but if you sit on it a certain way you can swing high enough to see the statue of liberty."

Wilbur sat on the snow before the swingset, laying his back against the cold substance and staring up at the grey clouds. "I've never experienced snow."

Cora laid next to him, taking a deep breath, the wind pecking her cheeks. "It's great isn't it? I like to think it's a symbol for us, people I mean. Every single flake is different, unique. It's beautiful."

Wilbur hummed his response, the snow calmed him, blocking out any and every sound. The only thing he could hear was the slow breathing of the girl beside him, almost making him fall asleep.

Cora sat up. "You know what though? It's a real bitch. Get's your limbs all frozen. We gotta keep moving, so we don't die of hypothermia."

He laughed, but didn't sit up, slowly making a small snow ball in the hand that couldn't be seen. "You know what else I've never experienced before?" Cora's eyes brightened, ready to give whatever Wilbur wanted. Wilbur gripped the snowball and chucked it Cora's way, making her put her arms up in reflex. She gasped loud, prepared to fight back, but when she looked back, he was gone.

"You asshole." She yelled, getting up and scrounging around for snow. She saw Wilbur being not so discreet behind a tree and threw the huge snow ball at him, knocking him right in the face.

"Okay, I don't like this game anymore." Cora shrugged and ran for it, but didn't get very far as she could hear Wilbur's footsteps inching closer. She had to think of something fast. She pretended to fall dramatically and gripped hold of her ankle.

"I'm not falling for that. I'm not an idiot, dumbass." Cora rolled her eyes and brought her hands up. "Atleast help me up?" Wilbur shrugged and took hold of her hands, but instead of Cora getting up, Cora pulled him down, stuffing a wad of snow in his face.

"Okay okay, I'm done. The snow sucks." Cora laughed, getting off of him and standing up, dusting off her clothing. Wilbur stood up as well, ruffling the snow out of his hair and looking down at Cora. She was still giggling at whatever she was thinking about and looked up to him.

He took a peice of her hair that was in front of her face and tucked it behind her ear, causing a red tint to rush up to Cora's face. He grazed her jaw, studying every freckle, birthmark, and scar on her face. There was no doubt she was beautiful, but she didn't know it.

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She set her hand on top of Wilbur's closing her eyes at his touch. She was so touch starved. She hated to be touched in anyway, but with Wilbur it was different. She got tingles every time he touched her, even if it was by accident.

It's cliche, but both thought they were the only two in the world.

When Cora opened her eyes back up, Wilbur was much closer than before, still studying her, like he was trying to memorize every inch of her. She could feel his warm breath tickle her lips and she sighed. The waiting was dreadful.

His lips brushed along hers and she froze. That one touch ignited a million nerves. She hated how it made her feel. She hated how one person could control her so much, could effect her so much.

They were so close, so so so close when a small voice peeped beside us.

Wilbur clenched his eyes shut, not moving his hands while Cora looked to see who the voice belonged to. It was a boy in his teens, definitely going through puberty. "Hi, um I'm sorry to interrupt, but you're Wilbur Soot right?"

Wilbur didn't answer, still in the same position. Cora kicked him in the shin, making him wince and look to the boy. "Yes. Hi."

The boy held out a peice of paper with a drawing of Wilbur's minecraft character with Tommy and Tubbo beside him. "You guys are my idol and I just wanted to tell you that and give you this. I started doing my own streams because of you."

Cora grinned huge along with Wilbur, who took the peice of paper and smiled impossibly bigger. "Thank you, kid. What's your twitch?" The teen widened his eyes and wrote it on the backside of the paper.

Wilbur talked a little more with the kid and eventually he had to go, waving to the both of them and retreating back to a women, Cora assumed was his mom.

"Wow, you're my idol. Please spit in my mouth. Or run me over with a car." Wilbur laughed and teased her side, like he always does, and took her pinky in his, returning to their journey of New York City.

They spent all day out exploring and were both exhausted going back to the apartment. "Oh my love Alfred, carry me?" Wilbur chuckled, shaking his head no, but Cora didn't take no for an answer and jumped on Wilbur's back. "Onward Alfie." She shouted and Wilbur, despite being just as tired, ran for Cora's apartment.