"Wilbur Wilbur Wilbur. Get the fuck up. I'm bored."

Wilbur groaned, squeezing his hold on Cora. She wiggled out of his grip and stood up, flicking him on the head.

She had been up for atleast an hour, she didn't want to move or wake Wilbur up, but she was super bored and needed to be entertained every minute.

"Wilburrrrrrrrrrrr. I'm bored. Please please please. I'll give you a blowjob right now." Wilbur scrunched up his face, slowly opening his eyes and giving Cora a look. "Really? That's what you wake up to? I'm not giving ya anything. Now get up and let's go do something."

Wilbur sat up, scrounging around for his phone. "It's 3 a.m. I'm going back to sleep." Wilbur started to fall back onto the couch, but Cora grabbed his hand, pulling him up to his feet. "If we don't do something right now, I will steal your wallet and leave." He tiredly chuckled, looking at the girl with her pearly whites on show and innocent eyes. "That's not a very scary threat, but let's go."

She basically jumped for joy, speeding towards the front door and throwing it open. Wilbur quickly grabbed 2 sweatshirts and followed Cora out the door. "Is there anything to do this late?" Wilbur shrugged, starting to walk down the hallway with the two hand in hand.

The sky was full of grayish clouds and the air was humid enough to friz up Cora's hair. The roads were abandoned, no cars in sight, just street lights brightening the town up.

"We're either in a horror movie or a coming of age movie." Wilbur led them to a set of stairs leading to only god knows where. "Jesus, definitely a horror movie. Is this where you kill me?" He shook his head, motioning for her to continue up the stairs, which she hesitantly did.

They ended up at an empty roof with a few lawn chairs scattered everywhere and a breathtaking sight of the town. Cora covered eyes and sighed, leaning into Wilbur. "Just kill me now. Sooner better than later." He rolled his eyes and pulled her to the edge. "Jeez, you're gonna push me off a 3 story roof? I don't think that will kill me. Maybe if we go high-"

"Stop."

Cora threw her hands up in surrender. "Alright, I'll stop." She climbed up on the edge and sat, her moist clothes sticking to the surface.

Wilbur came to this roof alot, so luckily he hid a bottle of tequila the last time he had been here. He grabbed the dusty half drinken bottle and sat next to the girl, handing it to her.

Cora immediately gripped the neck of it and flicked the cap off, downing as much as she can. It could have easily been poisoned. The burning of the alcohol igniting her throat.

"Okay okay, not the whole bottle."

She swallowed one more gulp, squinting her eyes shut. Wilbur took the bottle back taking a much smaller swig than Cora did, but enough to make him wince. "So do you ever talk to your parents?" Cora laughed a little too dramatically and snatched back the bottle, downing some more.

Why is he asking this now? Where did this topic even come from??

"Let's not talk about my family. Let's talk about..... pets. I had two dogs back at home, but I haven't seen them since I left. It's pretty sad actually. That's the only thing I miss about my old town. Everyone was racist and homophobic, especially my parents, my whole family actually. Like when I came out bi, they sent me to a thousand church camps, told me I'd go to hell and that I had disappointed them more than anyone else had. It was like hate crime lol. I would rather be called a slur then go through all that bullshit, you know? Anyways, I know New York isn't much better, but it's better. In some jacked up way."

Cora took another drink, realizing how much she really shared. Wilbur stared, wide eyed, trying to let everything sink in. All in all, he felt bad. He knows how it feels to have unsupportive parents.

"Hey, you didn't know I was bi. Did you? This is me coming out to you. Don't leave me lmao. Like my best friend, she was so weirded out by me. She was one of the girls who asked if I had a crush on her. Which was an obvious no. She was all 'Jared, stop. I'm so stupid', do you know what I mean? Oh and Jared? He was super supportive, he was the one that ran away with me. I felt bad, but it's okay. I just feel like my parents hate me because they think I chose to be something they didn't want me to be, but I didn't. I didn't choose to be anything. I think I've been told so many times that I'm wrong and everything about me is wrong that it stuck in my mind. Like I'm wired to think that way. I cover it up with humor by the way. Because I'm hilarious, as you know. I'm not making sense, but I'm such a damn lightweight and when I get drunk, I ramble. This is me rambling, if you didn't know."

Wilbur didn't interrupt, he stayed silent until she was completely finished speaking and staring at Wilbur, waiting for a response. He stared right back, watching the hurt in her eyes shaded by her fake happiness. "Jesus, I'm sorry Wil, I really didn't mean to-"

Wilbur interrupted her this time, silencing her with a needed kiss. Grabbing her neck and lower back to pull her closer while her damp hair touched his cheek. She gasped, Wilbur taking the opportunity to twist his tongue with hers. They both tasted of straight tequila. They were moving in sync, it was satisfying, like finding the last peice of the puzzle and putting it in it's rightful place.

When there was no more fresh air to breath he pulled away. The two were gasping for hopeless breaths, still close enough to feel each others wet clothes. Cora would do anything to have that happen again. She just really wanted to kiss him, she needed it.

Wilbur laid his forhead on hers, pecking her now swollen lips. "You know you're like completely perfect right? No matter what your parents say or litterally anyone, just know that. You're a complete idiot and honestly a real bitch, but I would never change you. It doesn't matter if you're bisexual or straight or trans or any race. I swear to you we would be in the exact same position. Me falling in love with the dumbass american."

Cora smiled, dragging her thumb across his soft jawline. "You're an idiot. It's bullshit, you know? My family." Cora said, detaching herself and taking yet another drink.

"Yeah, fuck your family." Wilbur said, hopping up from his spot. He motioned Cora to stand up, which she confusedly did.

"Say it." He said, taking a step back, so she could have her space.

"What?"

"Say it. No, no. Yell it."

Cora shrugged, looking around the abandoned town. "Say what?"

"Whatever you need to."

Cora tilted her head, but did what he said. "I'm bisexual and I'm proud." She peeped out, crazily laughing after. "Yes good, but more like. FUCK MY MOM." He screamed the last part, almost making Cora fall.

"Say it." Wilbur repeated.

"Fuck my mom." She said, only a tiny bit louder. "FUCK HER." Wilbur screeched so loud Cora was sure anyone could hear.

She smiled down at him, finishing off the bottle of tequila and throwing it against the stone wall of the roof. "FUCK MY MOM. FUCK HER. FUCK MY DAD. FUCK HIM. IT'S ALL BULLSHIT. ALL FUCKING BULLSHIT. YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK EVERYONE. I'M PERFECT JUST THE WAY I AM." Cora screamed at the top of her lungs.

Wilbur hopped up with her. "FUCK EVERYONE." He cupped around his mouth and shouted. This felt good. Really really good.

"Good for you, now shut the fuck." A tiny voice said in the distance. The two laughed more then they ever had and got down from the ledge.

Wilbur reached out his hand to Cora. "This has been oh so very eventful, but I'm tired and I'm sure if you stay out longer you will die. So, let's go home, shall we Mildred, darling." She nodded, taking his hand and dragging him down the previous stairs they came up. "Of course Alfred, my love."

The whole walk back was silent, until Cora spoke.

"You know I really really don't hate you."

"Yes, the same goes for you."

a/n

this is so so so so so cringe, but it's a longer chapter then my recents so HERE YOU GO. and i had to make her bi because well duh. THANKS FOR READING AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.