"Depends on my mood," Violet said, shrugging her shoulders. She closed her book and reached over to her bag, pulling out an apple. "That reminds me. I missed lunch," she took a huge bite out of it before wiping the back of her mouth with her hand.
"Again?" Wilbur questioned her. A look of confusion passed by his features. She nodded, not able to make eye contact with him. He rolled his eyes, leaned over, and snatched the apple out of her hand. He took a bite himself, a crunching sound filling the room. The shock of having her apple stolen didn’t keep her quiet for long.
"Hey!" Violet protested. Leaning over, she attempted to get her apple back - only to be pushed gently by Wilbur’s foot. She flailed her arms, swinging them back and forth, not even close to getting her apple back.
"You-" Wilbur took another bite. Swallowing, he pointed accusingly at her. "-are getting a real meal, whether you like it or not." He finished off the rest of the apple before throwing the cord it the garbage can. With sticky hands, he pulled her to her feet and led her away from all their piles and piles of books and down to where he knew they could get the best meal.
"Considering I don’t know who either of them are: Nope!" Wilbur snapped his fingers. Smiling, he brought his hand to the top of his head and ran his fingers through his cowlick.
"I’m 100 percent me. Take it or leave it."
"Wilbur keeps it like that," Violet answered nonchalantly. "It’s a mess if he doesn’t do anything with it and it flops in front of his face and gives him these weird side bangs if he doesn’t stick it up with gel."
"That-" Wilbur paused. Violet looked up from the edge of her book, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew him too well by now. Wilbur pouted before sticking his tongue out at her.
Rolling her eyes, Violet mumbled under her breath. ”You’re impossible…” And it was completed with a bitten back smile from her.
"Actually, Joe Jonas looks like me. Get it right."
"Come on. We all know who really deserves all the girls. And no one touches the hair. Well - expect my mom and Vi."
"Have we ever…" Wilbur made circles with his hands, as if urging the person to continue forward. "We’ve time traveled, gone swimming, stayed up for a whole night and a day," he ticked each of the things he ever did with Violet.
"-I’ve kissed her, held hands with her, forced her to watch Star Wars, had a lightsaber fight. Am I forgetting anything?" He cocked his head, his irresistible, kilowatt smile beaming on his face. Meanwhile, Violet kept her gaze down to her lap and blushed furiously as she formed a small force field with her hands.
"Sorry," Wilbur shrugged his shoulders. "We don’t watch that kind of stuff. Vi doesn’t watch t.v. at all. Just those chick flicks and whatever I make her watch."
"Gee, you guys are really optimistic," Wilbur said, revealing a pained expression. Noticing what he was doing, he tried to replace the look with his usual smirk - only to fail miserably. It turned into a grimace instead.
Violet took note of his stiff features. His shoulders were actually back and aligned with his back instead of the slight slouch they usually had. She looked down to his hands. They sat in his lap, his fingers clasped loosely and none of his usual movements. He was so stiff and proper, so unlike himself.
That had to be fixed.
"Well," Violet interrupted. "I don’t think Wilbur has ever been so pessimistic before in his life."
"What are you doing Vi?" Wilbur asked her. His shoulders slouched down - not because he was comfortable, but because he was exhausted.
Violet merely bit her lower lip before leaning over her notebook and rolling onto the ground. If she learned anything from Wilbur, it was to start acting like a little kid and do the randomest thing she could possibly think of. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling with a blank expression on her face. Waves of her ebony hair cascaded into a small pool of hair around her head.
The whole thing looked so inviting at the moment that Wilbur had to join her. He fell down to the floor and moved next to her. His hand slipped into her waiting one and that was all it took for Violet to roll on top of him. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the soft pounding of his heartbeat. Hands still intertwined, Violet looked up to him.
"I wouldn’t do that."
He didn’t answer her immediately. She took that as her cue to continue. No longer able to look at him, she stared at their hands before the next set of words tumbled out of her mouth.
"I know how to protect myself, you know that by now. And-and well-"
"I know Vi," Wilbur mumbled. He made an effort to pull her closer with his other arm, pressing her tightly against him. The feeling was comforting. Just knowing that she was here was the best feeling in the world. He placed a kiss on the top of her head before burying his face into her hair.