You and Wilbur are best friends. Kinda...

You two share lots of mutual friends, and all of them keep shipping you two and asking you if you're dating. But you aren't.

You and Wilbur have quite a complicated friendship, mixed with a bit of romance, but not exactly dating. You're not exactly friends, but not exactly dating. It's like the talking stage. The in between. And of course, none of your friends knows about this.

You all had made out a couple of times before, but that mostly only happened while both of you were drunk out of your mind.

One day, you two were at a party with some friends. You both had gotten pretty drunk.

You've got no idea how you ended up like this, but you were standing against a wall with Wilbur's body pressed against yours. His lips were only an inch away from yours.