Everyone has differences they need to settle, right?

"BANG!"

Whether it be because of a quarrel that rose amongst themselves because of a simple joke-

"BANG!"

Or just because one simply needs to prove...that they are indeed better than the other person who refuses to admit it!

"BANG! BANG! BANG!"

You both were quickly running through the men on paper, trying to see who would get off of giving a headshot first by the quick movement.

"(Y/n), I'd give up now if I were you. I don't want you to be too embarrassed that your best friend beat you at your own game!" Wilford commented jokingly, not letting his aim falter.

"Never in a million years old man!" you yelled. You kept shooting right at the target alongside him, beginning on this yell that slowly but surely escalated to a battle cry against his own.

You could practically feel the eyes that were staring you two down all around but you didn't mind. If people thought you were crazy then, they thought you were crazy. It was something you two were used to, being the goofballs that you were.

You and Wilford were so into it that it took a moment to check back in with reality when the manager came by and stopped you two. Apparently, you two were too 'loud', even though everyone was wearing some sort of sound muffler.

Nonetheless though, you both were escorted out and away from there.

"Ugh! And I was doing so well!" you complained, throwing your hands up in the air.

Wilford chuckled and patted your back. "It's fine (y/n), just admit I am the better gunman and we can both go home satisfied!"

You glared at his suggestion and thought long and hard. Then, something hit you and I smirked. "Wanna go a few rounds on Halo and PUBG? See who's the best video game gunner?"

He smirked and chuckled. "You're on m'lady." You both dashed to your car and headed to your house.

Wilford and you have been friends for a while. A looooooooooooong while actually! Met him a few years back while you were running from some coppers for speeding. You had decided to hide out in a car lot and lost those guys completely but Wilford with his lovely pink warfstache had come by to see what you were doing there. He himself was trying to get his car back on that particular day.

And from there you kind of just began hitting things off. It wasn't everyday you could meet someone as equally awesome as you were. Well, ALMOST equally awesome.

"DIE!" you yelled as you shot with a bazooka-like weapon at his character, him running off in the other direction.

You laughed as you saw his corpse fly upward.

"Seems like I'm beating you Wilford~" you teased.

"For now!" he rebuked. "Watch closely as Wilford Warfstache wrecks your guy!"

"Oh I'd like to see you try!"

You went at it for a while till the round ended. You ended up barely with the upper hand and you were sitting there, smirking with a smile like a hyena. He stared at you, annoyed. "Don't say it," he warned.

"Say what~? That I, the great and awesome (f/n) (l/n), beat THE Wilford Warfstache?" You smirked more as his eye began twitching.

"I'm warning you…" he growled.

"And I'm telling you that you-" you booped his nose "-have met your match!"

He blinked and went back a little. Then, his eyes thinned slightly. "You think I'm gonna let you get away with that?" he asked lowly, throwing you off.

Before you could ask what he meant by that though, he suddenly lunged at you and you squeaked. He got on top of you and began tickling the hell out of you. You were dying and begging for him to stop as he continued to tickle you, daring for you to try and tease him again. He was also demanding that you took down the incredulous title of being more awesome than him but YOU REFUSED!

You attempted to grab forward but felt his hands grabbed onto your own and pinned them off to the sides of your head, finally giving your body the rest it needed from that torture!

You were both breathing pretty heavily, smiling at each other. Then, as you gazed at each other, you both began laughing and he fell onto the side of you, laughing away as you both caught your breath.

You rolled over on your side and stared at him calmly as he stared back with his soft brown eyes. "Hm?" he asked, his mustache only moving slightly.

You shook your head. "Nothing, just looking."

He smirked slightly at this. "Like something you see Ms. (l/n)?"

You laughed and punched his arm. "Shut up!" you chided him and he just laughed, your face slightly blushing from this unexpected comment.

He rolled his eyes. "Alright princess-PUBG?"

"YES!" You sat up immediately and pulled him to the room with the computers, him laughing all the while.

You got into it and played for quite a while...buuuuuut still found that yours and his PUBG skills hadn't improved….but you still went down first, which Wilford made sure to let you know about.

"I SURVIVED LONGEST!" he shouted as his character finally got killed off by a random person.

"Yeah, sure, whatever…" you commented softly, checking your nails to see if any new infringements had added themselves on.

You heard him pause before you looked up. He was staring at you with his eye twitching once again. "(Y/n)..."

'Uh oh.' You made a dash for the door but never made it as he pulled you close to him and began tickling you again. "AH!" you cried out.

"You better give me the respect I deserve young lady!" he demanded.

"Never!" you cried out and tried to get him off of you while laughing.

"I'm warning you!" he shouted as he placed your hands on either side of your bed.

You stared at each other as he was raised above you, both trying to catch your breath. He held onto you as you smirked softly and asked, "Or what? Will the big bad Wilford get mad at me?"

He stared at you softly and then looked at you up and down...in a way that you haven't ever seen him look... "Oh...the big bad Wilford will do more than just get mad my sweet…" He went closer to your ear and rang out, "Much more~"

You gulped as he pulled away, about to ask what fresh hell he was trying to bring into the equation but being answered by a pair of lips locking onto your own.

*Wilford's POV*

To be frank, I didn't really care all that much about being the lesser of gunman. What? I didn't! I always know I'm the better one! ...Shush up!

Anyway, when we had gone over, an idea that had been molding for a while finally came out into a full thought. The possibility of dating you.

We had been friends for a while now since I found you hiding away from a bunch of cops as I was 'respectively' getting my car back with a few pick-locks. What? You expect me to pay for a car I never asked to be towed?! Insanity!

Where was I? Oh, right.

She was a beautiful woman. A beautiful, amazing woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair and the most beautiful set of (e/c) eyes I had ever seen. Especially since they held a most mischievous glint behind them too.

The way she smiled drove me mad as well. She was like a demon held within the body of an angel. And I was not going to let her slip from me.

"Or what? Will the big bad Wilford get mad at me?" she asked tauntingly. Oh, she did not know what she was in for with that little comment.

I looked up and down her body as I was positioned above her, my thoughts reeling with a bunch of emotions all at once. But, one stood out most: I needed her lips on mine. Now.

"Oh...the big bad Wilford will do more than just get mad my sweet…" I commented lowly, moving closer to her ear. "Much more~"

I moved up to see her confused face. I hadn't ever talked to her like that but my oh my the face she made was rewarding. But enough of that-before she could speak I went down and pressed my lips against hers roughly.

At first, she didn't move. She was more wide eyed really and I smirked at this. She never knew that I had these feelings at all. I was just hoping though that...she'd respond.

I stopped kissing her and held myself above her, her eyes still wide. She laid there, silent. Oh god, I hope I didn't break her…

I let go of one of her hands and lightly caressed her cheek. "Are you ok my dear?" I asked softly.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed with a fiery red. "Y-Yeah, j-just unex-expected…"

I tilted my head and asked softly, "Do you want me to stop?" I would stop for her if she wanted me- "Mmf!" She suddenly grabbed me by my bow tie and pulled me down onto her lips again.

*Your POV*

...What? So, the whole ordeal was unexpected but that doesn't mean you didn't want it!

You two continued the heated make out session for a few minutes before parting, Wilford's cheeks just as flushed as yours. You smirked up at him and he smirked down at you.

"So, you like me huh?" you asked jokingly and he nodded. You went up and ruffled his hair lightly. "Well, I just happen to like you too~"

He smiled down at you softly. "Really now?"

You nodded. "Even if you aren't quite as awesome as I am." You smirked as you saw his eye once again twitching.

"I don't think you've learned your lesson…" he growled, raising his hands up again.

'Oh no.' You tried running but once more, he caught you. But, that was fine. After all: you two goofballs were meant to be crazy and together.

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