After that Wilbur asked me if I wanted to sit at his lunch table with the... the freshmen. Well, anything is better than sitting with Dream. And I don't think I'd mind it all that much if Wilbur was there. Or maybe I would;all things considered I still don't know him too well. Eh, worth a shot.

The first time we sat together went fairly well, other than Dream very obviously glaring holes in the back of my head the whole time. I don't understand why he cared so much, so I opted to just ignore him, like I usually did, even when I sat with him. I met Wilbur's friends that day, I guess they weren't too bad. Well, except Tommy. Tommy was like a younger, somehow more obnoxious version of Dream. Although he wasn't as much of an asshole, so take that how you will.

The others all seemed fairly nice, if a bit naive. Tubbo, Ranboo, and Fundy, I think were their names. I'm bad at names, it seems. I also learned that day that apparently Wilbur has two brothers, Tommy and Techno, which especially surprised me since all three of them seemed so wildly different.

Techno;a massive 6"10 jock who barely talks to anyone. Tommy;a little brat with a never ending supply of energy. Mr. Soot;a harsh history teacher with no care as to whether or not you fail his class. And finally Wilbur;an academics driven pretty boy with an insistence on showing off how smart he thinks he is. How they all apparently shared a last name and lived together baffled me. That house must be a horrible mess.

How I of all people ended up in that mess baffled me too. Quackity;a quiet, unremarkable loner who spends his classes daydreaming and spends his free time at a fucking lake. I have no idea why Wilbur, of every pretentious pretty boy asshole that goes to this school, took an interest in me, of the unremarkable loners that roam the halls. And I don't know why I returned it. Maybe I never will.

I started sitting with him and his friends everyday. What can I say? I found myself actually having fun sometimes. The more I got to know Wilbur the less it felt like we were living galaxies apart. I guess that's what happens when you get to know anyone, but when he wasn't hyper fixated on school work, he was actually pretty funny.

Weirdest part of all was when Dream started talking to me. Well I guess talking to me is a bit of an overstatement, but he started saying hi to me in the halls and when we saw each other in class. I always waved back just to be nice, but it was never not awkward. It only started happening a few days after I started sitting with Wilbur, and I knew it started happening because I was sitting with Wilbur, but I had no idea what he was trying to do. Get me to come back? Embarrass me?

I didn't care enough to find out.