•Mcyt Oneshots•

Ocean Side||Sally & Wilbur

This is honestly just a WIP I'll never finish, but I have nothing else too offer, and hey, maybe I'll finish it one day -
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Wilbur didn't know why he started too sneak out to the beach near his house, but he did know when it all started. It was right after a heated argument with his fathe- Phil,, with Phil. It was a vague memory, some sort of stupid argument about Wilbur's grades, or just some teenage angst and shit.

The brunette huffed making sure too slam his door extra hard out of spite, he huffed tears running down his face as he sat down on his bed. His knees tucked in too his chest, the boy at the time was around 14 (turning 15). Wilbur heard Phil's light footsteps walking up the stairs and then a door shut, the yelling echoed through his head, his breath picking up.

He had too get out of the house.

Where the walls closing in or was it just his imagination?

He stumbled back up grabbing his phone and throwing on his yellow sweater before quickly glancing towards his window, opening it up and sliding out onto the roof. Closing his window just half way. The cold air hit his cheeks, the air blew his brown hair out of his face as he glanced towards the ground. In a state of panic he quickly slid down the roof and into a bush, (now that he thought about what he did now he thought it was a stupid idea.)

Leaves got caught in his hair, he quickly pulled some out, his breath becoming more calm and his mind slowing down. Where was he gonna go now? No way he was gonna head inside now, sure he felt better but the tension in the house after the fight was unbearable.

The beach.

Him and Tommy went there when Philza and Tencho went out on sunny days, he smiled slightly at the thought. The beach was always a nice place to be at, plus at this time no one was gonna be there. The brunette fixed his glasses before heading off towards the beach. It was only roughly 20 minutes away, he could make it.

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He arrived at the beach, the water slowly crawling its way up onto the golden sand only to fall back into the lake. He hummed sitting down by a rock, feeling the hand in between his fingers. It was calming in all, well, despite his phone blowing up. But he simply put it on silent and pushed it back into his pocket.

Honestly he wished he had bought his notebook, he could feel the inspiration or writing, despite him being annoyed that he forgot it he was glad for the sudden wash of inspiration, he was quite glad it happen. He was having quite a writers block lately.

His mind started to wander, calming down from the fight from earlier.

That's when he heard it.

A voice?

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