𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 , 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲

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Twenty-one
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"how is she?" I ask Tommy as he walks out of Ollie's room.

"she says she's fine, but I don't buy it" he strolls through the kitchen of my apartment.

"yeah she said the same to me" I sigh, getting up and following Tommy.

"is she gonna be ok?"

"she will, but this is how mourning goes, just be patient"

"I hate being patient" Tommy grumbled, starting to wipe down one of my counters.

"oh no" I muttered, "Tommy..."

"yes?" he continued to look down as he cleaned.

"you're doing it again" I sigh,

"doing what?"

"cleaning" I motion towards him,

"and?"

"you clean when you're worried about Ollie"

"I'm always worried about Molly" he mumbles,

"you don't have to be" I inform,

"no I think I do, because she had never told me all that stuff that she said earlier—yeah she mentioned being under pressure as a kid, but it wasn't anything like that—what else is she not telling us?" Tommy rambles as he continues to clean.

"i—have no idea" I mutter, Tommy was right, if she could hold in all this information for this long, she could have anything up her sleeve that none of us knew about.

Wilbur Soot is calling...
ACCEPT or DECLINE

"Hello Wilbur" I said, and Tommy froze.

"is Tommy there?" Wilbur asked, and Tommy started shaking his head and backing out of the kitchen.

"he doesn't want to talk to you" I sighed,

"im not gonna scold him, I just wanna talk" he exclaimed,

"if you say so" I trailed behind Tommy and shoved the phone into his hands,

"Tommy, how are you?" Wilbur says in a surprisingly sweet manner.

"good...I think?" Tommy shoots a confusing look towards me, and I shrug.

"you think? Or are you just saying that?" Wilbur interrogated.

"i—I don't know?"

"why are you so nervous?"

"I thought you were gonna yell at me..." Tommy rubbed the back of his neck.

"im not gonna yell at you" Wilbur affirmed,

"really?"

"im not that mean" Will scoffed, "how's Ollie?"

"she says she fine"

"that means she's not fine"

"obviously" Tommy rolled his eyes, as I walk out of the kitchen, leaving them to have their
conversation.

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After multiple minutes, Tommy handed the phone back to me, satisfied with his call with Will.

"how was Wilbur?" I ask,

"he was good—worried, but good" Tommy nodded,

"im gonna call Alex again since he wanted an update" I get up to head towards my room,