willbursoot angst

chapter 2

Tw//:. Mentions of past truama and abuse// smoking// ED-Ish (eating disorder)// pain inflicted// memories

Durring the car ride home, wilbur found himself getting tired tho refused to sleep ass he wasnt comfortable sleeping around people who would be awake, causing his anxiety to start and trigger. He glanced at philza then back out the window, still slumped and slightly confused from their prior conversation. He finally grabbed out his little log book and began to write, deciding it wouldn't be the oddest thimg to do. He wrote the date at the top the began writing about the car ride, the prior conversation, and the day so far. The not book he supposed was more of a small binder that noted logs were spread throughout, cordinated by date and colour explaining timeline and emotion. He had gotten through 2 pages when a car they drove past screacbed and he flinched back into his seat, ever so slightly panicked. Philza looked over than spoke.
"You can turn on music if you'd like, it sounds much better than the cars and wind you know." He spoke and Wilbur nodded a bit, pressing the button and turning on a randok station, unable to stop his smile to form as he heard a familiar song, the song by The front Bottoms, Twin Size Mattress. It honestly surprised him it played on the radio but he looked down at his notebook and after about 20 seconds he moved it to the next station, only for sweater weather to play. He excepted his defeat this way and went back to writing, silently mouthing the words.
He didnt notice when philza would advert his vision momentarily to check on wilbur every now and then, smiling when he saw wilbur invested in mouthing the words.
About 30 minutes into the drive, his phone rang and he grabbed it, only for wilbur to take it then answer, putting it on speaker tho holding it back out to him. It first seemeed odd to philza, tho he excepted wilbur may just want to be safe saying as philza was driving on a high way.

"Hey dad? Ya there?" It was techno and philza answered.
"Yes, on my way back. The boy's name is wilbur by the way." Philza said, and there was an ooo from a younger voice while techno told tommy to hush.
"Gotcha, well we cleared out that room and i was wondering if youd mind me starting a late lunch since tommy is hungry." Techno said, making Phil chuckle as he heard tommy muffled voice, probably saying something like not to blame him.
"Go ahead, and techno," philza said, as in making techno answer.
"Yes dadza?" He asked, making philza get what looked like a knowing smile of 'don't suck up now.'
"Don't blame your brother, and don't burn the house down, see ya there, love you kids."
"I- hhhhh he's hungry tho- i can't argue huh? I wouldnt win. Ok love you too dad, tommy- come here- we aren't in trouble!- wait did you do something? Tommy- DON'T- Uhg, he says he loves you too,- step away from the fork tommy," that's when the call ended.
Wilbur had turned down the radio in the middle of the call for philza while now handing the phone back, "s-sorry for grabbing it, i haven't had the greatest experiences with people answering the phone while driving.." He rubbed the back of his neck.
Philza took his phone back with a smile before replying, "that's no issue, also, we have another 40 or so minutes on the road."
Wilbur slowly nodded then sighed, seamingly having been holding back some words for a good amount of time now and now unable to fully hold them back, "Why a fork? I didn't try to listen but he sorta yelled and- will i have to be scared of a child with a fork?" The last part was a bit of a joke and while wilbur only released a small chuckle, philza laughed a bit.
"I wouldn't say scared... Maybe confused by, but not scared of, as he's only ever actually quote on quote stabbed someone with a fork once before and that was when techno scared the hell out of him, and he felt bad after so no, you won't be walking in to a house with a fork demon."
It was easy to tell wilbur has eased up a bit despite never letting himself before. He would always try to keep himself highly enclosed and not let people in, tho it as hard to keep philza away from conversation. He was kind and.. Cared. That was hard to say of people for wilbur and it may be odd if you haven't seen as to why.
Wilbur soon went back to his writing, only stopping a while later when the car slowed and was pulling up in front of a nice sized house. Wilbur swallowed as he saw this but quickly set his notebook and pen into his backpack, picking it up from the floor board while slowly unbuckling. Phil got unbundled then looked to wilbur before speaking.
"I must warn you, Tommy can be a bit loud at times and Techno may encourage arguments between the two, tho they mean no form of harm. Your bedroom is down the hall on the right, next to the bathroom. Feel free to set your stuff around and make yourself at home while i go and make sure tommy and techno are well, sound good?" After speaking, wilbur nodded and the two than stepped out the car and they walked up to the door about to open ot before he addressed him once more, "oh, and wilbur?"
"Yes?" He questioned, his head tilting in question.
" after getting settled come back out so i can treat that bruise," je spoke softly, smiling lightly.
"Understood," wilbur spoke then fallowed Phil in the house, then making his way to his told room, bumping into someone again and immediately back once more, "s-sorry i didn't see you ther-" he was speaking until he was cut off.
"No worries kid- holy shit you're tall," this was a pinkette, only a few inches shorter then him tho it was enough to make a difference.
Wilbur swallowed with a sigh before a hesitant chuckle released, "um.. Yeah... Sorry again," he lookes apologetic but techno waved his hand.
"Really, dont worry about it. So, I take it you're Wilbur?" He questioned, the male nodding in responce, "gotcha, well im techno. Tommy is currently running around in the living room but he shouldnt bother you- for now at least. Here, ill show you where your room is at." He turned around and started walking the other way, headed towards his room. Wilbur silently fallowed and when thdy got to the room he offered a small smile, then thanked him before going in and shutting the door.
Wilbur looked over it all then walked over to his bed and sat down, immediately leaning back and letting himself sink into the comfort of the mattress. He hummed softly as he saw the purple sheet acompanied by a soft grey comforter. He slowly brought his arms around himself and shut his eyes, wrapping his head arlund the factors of all there was that happened this day already. He layed there awhile before he finally stood and went to a small shelf, setting down the two books he brought then setting his log book on the center of the desk. He bit his tongue before looking at the clothes he'd brought. He walked over to the closet and grabed some hangers then hung his button ups and folded his jeans, setting them at the bottom of the closet. He looked back at his stuff the just tossed the last few things in a droor at his desk, which contained some pencils, pens, guitar picks, a small camera, makeup and (accidentally) a old vape pen. When he saw it his breath hitched. He starred at it the slowly grabbed it. There was still some fluid in the cartriage, labelled 'pink lemonade' to which he swallowed dryly and shoved it down far into his jeans pocket. There was a knock at his bedroom door, making him jump slightly, only to mumble that its open.
A boy appeared in the slightly opened door, making wilburs head tilt as he walked over, holding out a plate with a (now slightly cold,) grilled chease.
"Hi! Im Tommy, me and techno made you food earlier but it got a bit cold- theres a microwave that you could heat this up tho- or i could for you." He introduced himself then explained to food. He looked to be a teen at least, maybe 13, no older then 14 wilbur decided before he spoke.
"Ah, well thank you and its quite alright, really. Im wil," he took the plate with gratitude before setting it on his desk.
"Welcome to the family," tommy smiled,- which wilbur now smiled back. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't block out the kid.
Wilbur swallowed befpre answering to that, "well- thank you tommy, did you by chance need anything?" He questioned, making tommy think.
"Well, no- wait, could you actually grab me a cup from the kitchen? You see, you are tall, and i, cant reach the clean cups, soo," wilbur could hold back from laughing a bit before grabbing his plate and nodding toward the kid.
"Of course, as long as you can show me to the kitchen," tommy nodded then grabbed wilburs free wrist and started running, making wilbur wince but quickly fallow, to which they ran past philza and techno in their living room, tommy not caring while wilbur smiled, shaking his head.
Techno yelled from the living room to the two, "tommy! Dont drag him around already-!" Techno sighed whilr philza was laughing softly.
Wilbur set his plate on the counter and grabbed tommy a cup before handing it to him. He secretively dumped the plate and washed it in the sink, setting it in the dish drainer before walking out the kitchen toward the living room and slightly ran into the corner, making him quietly curse his damned broken glasses lense.
He started walking towards the living room again to search around a little and saw philza, philza addressing his presence.
"Hey wil, can i clean that bruise now?" Wilbur walked over, mumbling a responce of yes to which phil over looked him again, immediately worried. "Wilbur, you're bleeding- are you ok?" Wilbur immediately raised his hand to the right side of his face, feeling near his ear the sighing, in more embarressment then anything else.
"I um... Sorta ran into the wall...," he mumbled once more making phil raise a brow.
"Could you by chance repeat that?" He questioned, only for tommy to pipe in.
"He ran into the corner leaving the kitchen-" he said, and there was a small snicker from techno while wil told tommy to hush.
"Um.. Wilbur, you, if I'm hearing this fully correctly, you ran into the wall? And now your bleeding?" All wil did was nod.
"Bloody idiotic," wil muttered to himself with a chuckle before grabbing his phone and going to camera to look at it, "ok thats not all that bad- i mean sure, i just lost a battle with a wall, but thats not all that bad, it doesnt even hurt much... Ow," tommy poked it at the end, to which of course hurt tho wil just rubbed the blood off with his own thumb and put his hands in his pants pockets, making techno still laugh from the back of the room while Phil sighed.
"I'm getting the first aid," phil muttered, walking away.
"Damn"
"Almost off the hook" techno commented.
"Oh hush," wil said, then yawned, wondering if he could get away to his room tho decided it best to wait there, in the mean time spinning a guitar pick between his thumb, pointer and middle fingers as he wait.

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  idk if people acfually want me to uodate but i do have a few prewritten chapters. Ill try updating semi-oftem