January 27th, 2015.

Tommy is ten, Techno is fifteen, and Wilbur is eighteen.

Wilbur stared longingly at the girl across the classroom, her long salmon pink hair with grey streaks in a braid.

I wonder what name belongs to a pretty face like hers? He thought.

His friend, George, nudged him, smirking slightly. "Dude, you're staring."

"So?" Wilbur said, taking his eyes off the girl for the first time since class started. "I can't help it, she's pretty."

George rolled his eyes, laughing slightly. "Whatever. Do your work. A big brain impresses girls more than a bad boy does."

"And what would you know what girls like?" Wilbur rebutted, causing his shorter friend to shrug.

"I don't know, I just do." George answered, putting his focus back on the assignment.

Wilbur huffed, rolling his eyes, focusing back on the assignment on his desk in front of him.

~<•>~

"I don't know, Techno, I just..." Wilbur huffed irritably, frustrated by not being able to properly express his feelings in words.

Techno rolled his eyes, undoing his braid, which fell just below the shoulder. "And you're coming to me about this...why...? You know I don't know a thing about girls. I mean, just look at me, Wilbur," He gestured towards himself. "I am a piglin with pink hair that likes to read and play Minecraft. I'm not exactly the kind of guy to go to with girl troubles."

Wilbur huffed again. "Then what are you good for?"

Techno shrugged, tying his, now unbraided, hair back in a low ponytail. "I don't know, go talk to Phil about this thing. He managed to get a girlfriend somehow, ask him."

~<•>~

"What do you mean you can't help me!?" Wilbur exclaimed.

"Wil, just because I managed to get a girlfriend doesn't mean I know how I did it." Phil said, preparing dinner.

Wilbur groaned. "You all are useless! I don't know what to do!"

Phil sighed, turning to look at the teen. "Why don't you just talk to her?"

"Because, it's not that easy, Phil." He said. "I can't just go up to a girl and talk to her! There are certain protocols you need to follow!"

"What, just staring at her until she gets creeped out enough to confront you?" Phil asked, sarcastically.

"Exactly!"

Phil sighed irritably.

"Why don't you leave a note on her desk?" Tubbo piped up from the dinner table, eating a poptart.

"Why are you eating a pop tart!?" Phil chastised the child. "Dinner is almost ready!"

Tubbo ignored the adult, his gaze never leaving Wilbur's , causing the brunette to shrug.

"That's kinda childish, isn't it?"

Tubbo shrugged. "If it gets the job done, who cares?"

Wilbur hummed.

"I'll consider it."

~<•>~

"Okay, George, is this a good note?" Wilbur asked, handing the sticky note to the shorter male.

George examined it for a second. "This just says 'you're pretty' with a smiley face and a poorly drawn heart on it."

"That doesn't answer my question."

George sighed, handing the sticky note back to Wilbur. "If you manage to sweep her off her feet, I'd be throughly impressed."

Wilbur scoffed as he walked in the classroom, folding the small note a couple of times before tossing it on the girls desk, earning her attention.

As Wilbur sat down, a pink sticky note landed on his desk, folded like the one he wrote. He unfolded it and read the note.

'You too ;)'

Wilbur grinned, blushing slightly as he looked towards the girl, who winked back at him.

~<•>~

This went on for about a week, until he took a risk and wrote his number down on a yellow sticky note.

And, to his surprise, she wrote her number on a sticky note as well.

[Pretty Girl]

You: Hey ;)

Pretty Girl: Hey, hot stuff ;)

You: Stop making me blush 😳

Pretty Girl: Why? I'm only saying the truth 😘

You: Because my brother is giving me a weird glare lmao

Pretty Girl: Just ignore him then

You: I usually do anyways

Pretty Girl: So, what name belongs to that pretty face of yours?

You: I could ask you the same thing

Pretty Girl: I have the most basic white girl bitch name known to man

You: Susie?

Pretty Girl: Close
Pretty Girl: But my name is Sally

You: That's not basic
You: If it makes you feel any better, my name is Wilbur

Pretty Girl: My name IS basic
Pretty Girl: And of COURSE your face just has to match your name perfectly

You: Basic and boring?

Pretty Girl: Lmao not even CLOSE to basic or boring

"Who are you textin'?" Techno asked, looking over his brothers shoulder. "Oooh, a girl, huh? Does Phil know?"

Wilbur sighed. "No, he doesn't, and I prefer to keep it that way."

"Is it that girl you were complainin' about?" Tubbo asked, walking into the room.

"Is my bedroom just a hangout place now!?" Wilbur exclaimed, causing Tommy to pop his head in.

"It can be." The blond boy grinned mischievously, making Wilbur groan.

~<•>~

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I like on how I kept making Tubbo pop up randomly and everyone just accepts it