Tommy one-shots (ON HOLD)

intoxicated

UH-okay so I disappeared might do it again my mental health is WACK rn so yuh

Also, little to no proofread

TW underage drinking. 

Wilbur's POV
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'I don't even know why I'm here, to be honest, I just couldn't stay at my apartment, I needed out!' or at least that's what I tell myself. I walk into the pub. The same pub I walk to every Sunday, I go to the bar where I sit every week. I order the same Jack Daniels with root beer. I look around the place trying to see anyone I've met before I get too drunk... My eyes get locked on blond curly locks... Familiar. I got up and walked a few stools down getting a better look at the kid. 

'Hold the fuck up.' ... "Tommy?" The boy spins around over nearly bumping into others and myself.

"Will. Whaddup!?" I gave him a look saying 'I'm not here to deal with you're shit' 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here." He shuffled a bit then whispered. 

"Can we go outside?" I sighed and nodded walking to the door with Tommy and we left the building.

"Get talking boy before I call your father." He scratched his head.

"Stressed." That was all Tommy had said before he collapsed into my arms bawling his eyes out. I put my hand on his back and tried to comfort him...

"How did you get in?" He sniffled.

"Dads ID' Do you want me to walk you home? He shook his head and tucked himself into my arms getting snot on my shirt... 

"You can sleep in the spare room, I'll text your mom.' with that we walked to my place, we both need mental help... 

Kinda short because I'm tired