she's living the dream|| wilbur soot fanfiction

chapter 8

I'm sat at my desk, staring out of the window behind it. Rain splatters down the window panes, blurring the street lights below.
I sigh, staring at the pile of books I have on football, trying to educate myself in the few days I have to submit the piece.

Luckily, it's only Friday evening so I have all weekend to stay at home and research to my hearts content.
I barely have time to stream anymore. Usually the weekend would be my break from work but I'm a work freak. Every piece of work has to be to the best of my ability.

As I get up to make what feels like my eighth coffee, my phone rings.
It's Tommy? He only ever calls me to stream.

'Tommy?' I say, after answering the phone.

'YOU ARE A WOMAN!' He screams at me.

'Ok, well now I will be a deaf woman if you keep shouting down the phone.'

'I need advice.' He lowers his tone.

'Advice?' I laugh,
'On what?'

'On how to get a girlfriend.' He whispers.

'Right, ok. Do you happen to be streaming by any chance?' I keep the phone to my ear as I boil water for my coffee.

'Yes. I am and I need a girlfriend, right now.' He states, frustrated.

'Phil is probably better at answering those sorts of questions than me. Or even Wilbur.'

'I've already spoken to Phil's wife. Actually, I'm speaking to Wilbur's girlfriend later.' He sounds excited.

'You're speaking to Wilbur's girlfriend?' I question, confused. Wilbur hasn't even announced to his fans he has a girlfriend yet.

'Grace, you are absolutely useless at dating advice.' He hangs up, to show off to his stream.

I quickly message Wilbur to ask if Tommy is supposed to be streaming with Sarah later. Who answers surprisingly fast. He tells me that Sarah hated everyone thinking that he was single so he announced it earlier that evening on Twitter. This then got trending and Tommy caught on straight away. He wasn't going to let Tommy stream with her but Sarah of course insisted. She wants to be more a part of Will's life so she would love to get to know his friends.

I hate these feelings, they make me feel evil. The feelings of selfishness and hatred towards Sarah even though she's done nothing to me. I hate myself for feeling this way.

Pain tugs at my chest as tears spill over my cheeks. Thats's the last time I feel this way. I guess the fact that he hadn't announced his relationship to his fans was like a safety blanket for me. That at any moment he could break it off with her and he wouldn't get any backlash from it. But, someone's just come and ripped that safety blanket off me. Now I feel exposed and vulnerable, like I will break. With no one there to put me back together again.

I need something, someone.
I rip open my cabinets and search eagerly for something. The bottle of Vodka catches my eye and I immediately tug open the lid. I put the bottle to my lips and drink large mouthfuls, a burning feeling as it scorches my throat. The burn replacing the pain in my chest that was once there before.

I only drink enough to muffle the thoughts in my head, including the rational ones. I pick up my phone and dial the number on the paper that I found on my desk earlier that day.

'Hello?' The voice says.
'Jared.' I smile,
'What do you know about football?'