꧁𝚂𝚋𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜꧂

💐House is not a home pt.12💐

I KNOW it's been a while but recently I've been trying to get my life in order and besides that, I've been working on making House is Not a Home a separate book but in honor of you guys being so patient here is part 12 of my favorite series house is not a home please enjoy.

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No more or less than 3 hours later, the party was in full swing. Dancing, singing, drinking, people talking and eating. A bright festive thing, full of joy, light, and happiness. Everyone was enjoying themselves—even the three brothers.

"Please Techno?" The young blond had begged his elder brother for what seemed like the 56th time that night. "Just teach me! Please?" He whined before Technoblade sighed. "Why do you need to learn how to slow dance, anyway?"

"Because what if I find a cute gal I want to have alongside my shoulder? It's very impressive to the ladies, y'know." Tommy wiggled his eyebrows and made a "handsome" face. "Em... How about?... No. Go ask Wilbur." Technoblade suggested while staring blankly at Tommy. "Wilbur? What would Wilbur know about dancing?" Tommy asked in a "Are you kidding me?" tone of voice.

"More than you think. I mean, who do you think I'd practice with when I learned how to dance?" Technoblade smirked before taking his drink of champagne and walking away. Tommy was left there shocked and with a huff, he made his way over to Wilbur, who just got done talking to the newlyweds.

"Huh? You? Interested in dancing? That's a first." Wilbur spoke with an amused smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. Yeah. What are you going to teach me or not?" Tommy huffed and looked at his brother with a begging look that would take an army of 1000 men to say no to. (Wilbur gives in easily to Thomas) "Fine, I suppose. Let's go squirt."

"Okay, so I'm assuming I want to be the leader. Then your role is simple. Left to the side," Wilbur demonstrated. "Then tap. Similarly, after you go right to the side, then tap. You got that?" Tommy nodded and showed it to Wilbur. "Okay, not bad. So you're a fast learner. Okay, the rest should be easy."

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As Wilbur suspected, the rest was easy. In no time Tommy was a mediocre slow dancer. Wilbur was a good teacher.

"Alright, Tommy you're ready to hit the road,'' Wilbur announced and Tommy beamed. He waved and soon ran off gosh what was he going to do with this kid?

He looked over to see if he could bother Technoblabe but he was talking to George and well his younger brother seemed dead set on asking a girl in the corner to dance. He didn't want to interrupt that. Karl and Sapnap were busy and well besides that Wilbur didn't know anyone. So he sat in the corner on his phone and listened to music in an attempt to distract himself.

As he suspected before he came here there was a lot of alcohol and Wilbur didn't want to fail so he did his best. But it was truly hard. As much as Wilbur hated to admit he truly was addicted to the stuff. He couldn't stand the smell without needing some.

The burn of vodka and hardcore stuff down his throat. The buzz of a beer or two or thirty. The aftermath of a hit of- Okay Wilbur needed to get out of here. He looked over at his brother once more to make sure that they were okay. Once content, Wilbur turned around and walked out the doors.

The breeze of the fresh afternoon air hit Wilbur's face and filled his body with a great calm. He took a deep breath and took off his shoes to begin to walk on the beach. There were very few people out this late, a few families spread out here and there but nothing too drastic. It was very quiet and sound. Like Wilbur's mind could almost be blank.

Almost.

He spotted one thing that caught his attention. A figure right in front of the venue is smoking. Wilbur knew it must be someone from the party considering it is considered trespassing if you come too close to the venue that KArl had chosen.