A/n: This chapter is more Wilbur-focused! I think I'm gonna start writing in 3rd person as well. I do apologize for the Wilbur angst that comes with the Pov change... Also, side note, I hate this chapter and I'm sorry for how long it took to come out.
TW'S: Panic Attacks, Implied sexual abuse, I'm sorry
The tall brunet smiled back at Tommy and his eyes wandered back over to the T.V screen. About an hour into the movie Wilbur feels something land on his shoulder, looking down at the tuft of blonde hair sprawled across his shoulder. Carefully, he adjusted his placement to make her more comfortable. By the end of the movie, Tessa had ended up basically laying on top of Techno and Wil, and Phil, being the fatherly man he is, took a picture and ran away. The boys, not wanting to wake Tessa, had to sit there and live with it. And when I tell you, Techno was PISSED, honestly, Wilbur thought it was kinda funny But that's beside the point. The Brothers sat there still having a 13-year-old girl sleeping on them and not knowing how to move her without waking her up-
In his attempts to move her without waking her, Techno ended up escaping somehow. Tis my time to die I guess Wilbur thought to himself before quickly moving to the side, allowing Tessa to fall fully onto the couch. She instantly shoots up, rapidly moving her eyes around the room in a panic. Wilbur rushes to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, hey Tess it's oka-" He was cut off by Tommy hitting his arm away, almost like a reflex. Tommy noticed what he did, eyes going wide and breathing stuttering "I-I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to- I'm so sorry" Wilbur swears he can feel his heart shatter at how broken the girl in front of him sounded.
"Tessa, I need you to breathe. Can you try and match my breathing?" Wilbur doesn't try to touch him again for fear of scaring him more than he already is (I'm rapidly going through the 5 stages of grief while listening to Olivia Rodrigo). Tommy attempts to catch his breath, listening to Wilbur exaggerate his breathing for him to follow.
It does take a moment but eventually, Tommy's breathing evens out. "'m sorry..." Tommy excuses himself and makes his way to his room, leaving Wilbur alone.
The moment Tommy leaves, Wilbur's face drops to a more frantic and fearful expression. His thoughts racing through his head I scared her Tears pricking at his vision I'm just as bad as him
"of course! No need to worry about Wil, I'll take good care of him!" the man smiled at the couple as they thanked him and said their goodbyes to Wilbur. "Hey, buddy! I promise you're gonna have loads of fun with your uncle, we'll see you as soon as we can alright?" The woman smiled, patting the young boy's head before grabbing her husband's hand and walking to their car.
The man next to Wilbur pats his shoulder and leads him inside, smiling the whole way. "So Wilbur, your mom told me you like music?" the boy nods excitedly "Dad's been teaching me how to play guitar!" The man smiles again "Would you like to show me what you can play? I have a guitar that I've been saving for someone's birthday!" Wilbur beams "OH MY GOSH WHERE!?" he runs around the living room peeking behind each place it could have been hiding.
His uncle laughs, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him from running about "It's in my room! How about we go grab it?" Wilbur nods and follows his uncle to the dark room where he says the guitar is.
Wilbur enters the room and smiles at his uncle "Where is it?" his uncle doesn't respond to his question and places a hand on his shoulder, his smile seeming much more sinister "don't worry Wil, I'm gonna take good care of you"
Wilbur wants to cry at the memory, he desperately wants to let himself cry, but he won't. He won't let himself cry over something when he knows others have felt worse, he won't let himself cry when he feels he doesn't deserve it. Instead, Wilbur takes a deep breath and forces a smile onto his face as he walks up the stairs and through the halls to escape into the only thing that keeps him sane, his notebook and his guitar. He flips through the pages until he gets to his most recent creation.
Wasting your time
You're wasting mine
I hate to see you leaving
A fate worse than dying
Your city gave me asthma
So that's why I'm fucking leaving
And your water gave me cancer
And the pavement hurt my feelings
Shout at the wall
'Cause the walls don't fucking love you
Shout at the wall
'Cause the walls don't fucking love you
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the tube line
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the rails
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the tube line
There's a reason
London puts barriers on the rails
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the tube line
There's a reason...
They fail...
He reads over his work, changing things as he goes until he decides that it's good enough. He stares at his guitar, hesitant to grab it. Prime knows how long it took Wil to enjoy music after that, let alone continue playing it, and it appears he's right back to stage one, fearing a fucking instrument again fan-fucking-tastic. Wilbur closes his notebook and places it back in his desk drawer, ignoring his guitar and flopping down in his bed, not wanting to stay awake any longer
Hello again, reader. I don't have anything to say today, until next time, reader.
A/n: Hey! Sorry for the short chapter, my motivation has been weird, but as always, don't forget to drink water, take care of yourselves and keep in mind that, just because you weren't born a specific gender doesn't make you any less of that gender <3
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