Carl's POV
"What do you mean you two are dating?" I can't even comprehend this. This was wrong- very wrong.
"Oh, keep your nonexistent tits calm, Carl. It isn't near as big a deal as you're making it out to be." Wilbur waves a hand nonchalantly.
"Actually…" The young inventor gave me a look.
"Exactly!" I shake my best friend. "You're trying to mess up the time stream again, aren't you?!" He mocks offense.
"Me? As if." He goes serious. "Look, Carl… I don't know about Lewis, but I feel that this is meant to be." The blonde nods enthusiastically at his boyfriend's words. Wilbur continues. "I just thought you should know, seeing as you're the one I'm closest with." He flashes his puppy-dog eyes, the ones that I always fell for, and I soften.
"Okay. Just give me some time to wrap my brain around this. In the meantime, however… congrats. I truly hope this works out for the both of you." They both smile, and we all make plans to go to the park. I shake my head slowly. This- this was crazy. But I wouldn't want it any other way.