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prompt ? || summer concert practice at Wilbur's house ft pig bird and raging child

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"Just up here a little. We have to be so far from town because Techno needs space for his mule or whatever." Wilbur points to a creamy double story ranch home, with white plastered fences dotting around the backside. As you bike up the drive, you can see a chestnut horse lazily swinging it's tail by the fence. It's head leans over the rail, seemingly sleeping.

"It's a nice house," you say politely, still not used to interacting with many people or using small talk. One of your many features to avoid all social interaction.

"Thanks. Don't be too.. shocked at what you find on the inside. Nothing bad of course; but my family can be quite riveting." Wilbur hops off his bike, leaning it against the house, and you do the same. He adjusts his backpack before going onto the porch and opening the door.

"Hey Will! How was your school day?" A man's voice flutters from the inside as you follow him through the door.

"Stay here quick," Wilbur whispers, marching off to the kitchen. You stare at the living room, a clean space with a long grey leather couch with matching upholstery on either side of it. There was a glass coffee table in the middle, polished and clear. In front of that was the tv stand and the tv, a chilly black contrast to the grey and white themed room.

"Where is she? Oh my gods! Hello y/n!" A man around his thirties came running through the kitchen door and stops to shake your hand vigorously. His sandy blonde hair bounces off his head as he asks you a million questions. You, very perplexed, open your mouth to answer at least one, when Wilbur taps the man's back and mutters something.

"Sorry about that, y/n. My dad is just very excited to see me having friends." Wilbur curtly nods at you, and you nod back.

"I'm so sorry. My name's Phil, and I run the house here. We are so pleased to have you- TOMMY! Get your backside down here!" Phil screams up the stairs, resulting in a loud groan from someone. You watch as a teen, younger than Wilbur, comes down the stairs. He has blue eyes and the same blonde-y ish hair that Phil has.

"This is y/n, Wilbur's-" Phil starts.

"Woah, Wilbur's got a girlfriend!" Tommy, his voice high pitched and very British, starts laughing.

"Hello," you say, ignoring his comments.

"Too bad she's American."

"She is not my girlfriend, Tommy." Wilbur sighs, picking up his guitar that was laying against the wall. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have to practice for the summer concert."

Phil waves goodbye and goes back to the kitchen. Wilbur leads you back outside, barking at Tommy to stay away.

"Where are we going?" You ask, following him around the back of the house.

"Just a place where no one can bother us."

You both round the horse fields, going up a hill. He leads you into a clearing by the forest, still in view of the house, just higher up. The view is breathtakingly beautiful, and you sit down next to Wilbur on a log. He preps his guitar.

"So, you come up here often?" You ask, feeling the moss underneath your fingers as you trace shapes on the log.

"Yeah. Whenever I want to get away from the chaos of my house. It's nice to come up here and just sing, or play songs on my guitar." He strums a few chords before looking at you. "Whenever your ready."

You close your eyes and start to hum to warm up. "We starting from the start?"

Wilbur played a little tune, nodding. He changed chords and started up. You took a deep breath before starting off the first verse.

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"You're a great singer," Wilbur complements, putting his guitar down. It was an hour later, and after figuring out your pitch and length, you nailed both of the duet songs. Wilbur only had to sing during one of them, while the other one was purely you.

"Thanks. You're not too bad yourself," you smile, "definitely a pro at using the guitar though. My fingers can't even play hot cross buns on a recorder."

He laughed then- something rare and beautiful. You had never heard it, but admired it and wondered about the rest of the things you didn't know about him.

"You're just saying that. Anyway, I'm pretty sure dinner is soon, let's go back to the house."

He shrugs off complements, you notice. Weird.

Walking back down the hill, you can see a figure riding the chestnut horse over jumps. As you get closer, you can see a wisp of pink hair whipping behind the teens head, and you are perplexed as he turns the chestnut's head towards the biggest jump in the arena. Holding your breath, you watch the beast's big strides eat up the ground and sail easily over the oxer, the pink haired boy easing it to a walk and patting its neck.

"Techno, dinner!" Wilbur shouts, stomping up the stairs to the back door. You make eye contact with Techno, his icy blue eyes guarded and raking over you. Apparently deemed a friend, he swung his leg over the horse's back and jumped off, leading it towards the gate.

You scamper up the stairs after Wilbur.

Entering the kitchen, you smell tacos and raise your eyebrows at Wilbur. He shrugs.

"Just because we're British doesn't mean we can't enjoy food." He scoffs, leading you towards the table. It's a dark pine wood, with six matching chairs gathered around it. Tommy and Phil are already sitting, and you take a seat in between Wilbur and Tommy.

Techno staggers in a couple minutes later, and you can finally get a good look at him. He was an odd figure, his pink hair seeming natural and his eyes even icier than before. The pink hair was pulled back into a low hanging ponytail, and you sweep your gaze across the family. They were all very different, but somehow they all seemed to fit together like a puzzle.

Shrugging it off, you watch him sit down across from you, and everyone looks at Phil in waiting.

"Dig in," he smiles, grabbing a taco shell from the plate.

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IM BACK WOO

anyway pt 2 coming tmr

pt 2 for the other stuff will be coming at later days idrk kids

anyway stay safe and water your throats

<3 nilla