CHAPTER EIGHT
march 29, 2021
content warnings: anxiety, medication
"Wait, shit, you two are meeting up? That's sick as hell. Kinda jealous, though."
Tubbo giggles. I start my laundry. The Foundations' Build Me Up Buttercup plays crackily through my half-broken speaker. I pick up a t-shirt. It's gray, with a printed sunflower on the back. I put it on a hanger and toss it onto my bed.
I glance back at my phone. Toby is writing furiously.
"What're you working on?" I ask, folding a couple pairs of jeans and placing them in my dresser.
"It's Tommy's seventeenth birthday on the 9th. I'm just making him a card." Toby holds the card up to the camera. I don't read much because he moves the card out of frame as soon as he moves it in, but I notice how he exaggerates his letters.
"I like your handwriting," I compliment, folding a sweater over my forearm.
"Oh! Thank you, bossman. I've been working on it."
I smile. "So, you said you guys were meeting up? When do you have it planned for?"
"The second the travel ban is lifted," Ranboo says quickly. I raise an eyebrow.
"You've really got this all planned out, huh?" I snark.
"Well, we would if the travel ban would just lift already," Tubbo scoffs frustratedly.
"I'm with you, honestly. I'm dying to go somewhere that isn't Virginia," I joke noncommittally.
The call is quiet for a couple more minutes.
Slowly, Ranboo asks: "Hey Tubbo? Doesn't Wilbur have an extra room in his apartment?"
"Yeah?" It takes Toby and I a couple seconds to understand what he's implying. Tubbo gasps.
"Wait, that's actually a fucking sick idea!" Tubbo borderline-shouts.
"I wasn't being serious," I stammer. Despite the jokes, the idea of being anywhere but here kind of scares me. But, deciding to push it aside for just a second, I try to imagine it. I'd be out in the real world. I'd get to meet a whole bunch of new people. It doesn't sound so bad, honestly. I'd be with Will, at the very least.
That's the only problem, I realize, my mind temporarily excluding the travel ban. Would Will even want me there? I'd be living in his house, for fuck's sake. Surely...
"Wilbur said yes!!" Toby screams. I jump.
"What?? Really? You're kidding."
"I'm not fucking kidding," Toby affirms.
"Bro," I realize. "How am I gonna ask my mum to do this?"
The call is silent for multiple minutes.
"Ask her?" Ranboo suggests.
"Wow." I drawl sarcastically. "That's so helpful. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
I roll my eyes. "I'm serious. There's no way in all of hell my mother will let me go to England by myself."
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