Concealed // Alex x George

Paranoia- Alex

I love how Wilbur is just the main character now.

I also love how this became a band au.

anyways-

George is leaning against me on this old, red leather couch and we're all trying to write lyrics.

Wilbur and James are the only ones really contributing with me jumping in every now and then with a sudden joke. We dont have a specific genre that we are trying to write yet. Wilbur says that we should try and get a general idea/outline of the song before we actually focus on the bigger stuff. I'm trying to find a rough beat and it's going ok. Ive found a few beats that I think work well together and I'm trying to find a rhythm. Sometimes Wilbur will come over and tweak a few things but mostly, I've been left to do it myself. It's fun to have this much freedom in a project. Wilbur is definitely leading it, I bet we would've given up by now if it hadn't been for him being so persistent. Its kinda strange how whenever someone doubts  anything he instantly panics. As if he needs this. Maybe he needs some extra cash really badly. He could easily make music himself though, hes done it fine before. I don't want to get all detective-y on him though. I just want to have fun but it's so hard when hes being so suspicious all the time. Seriously, I swear hes got some kind of plan that hes not telling us about. I wont question it though, I dont want want to risk our friendship for me being paranoid. heyhesaidthething

I can see him staring at me and I have a bad feeling hes gonna want to talk again. I really dont want him to involve me in his petty relationship problems but I have a sinking feeling that I'll have no choice. I'm reminded that I'll still have to talk to George when we finally leave this humid metal box. Theres so much drama happening that I just want to go home and sleep. And cuddle.

I can tell that Wilbur is trying to approach me but I'm too scared so I'm avoiding him. What's annoying is that I'm pretty sure he can tell that im trying not to speak to him and that's annoying him. Hes now glaring at me which he can tell is scaring me which is making him feel even more powerful which is giving him even more confidence than he already has which means hes now walking over to me. I'm probably over-analysing this but I need to concentrate and have my wits about me I sound 50 years old, you never know what kind of information Wilbur will try and get out of you. Not that I have any secrets. Well, not many. He grabs my arm and I let out a soft whimper at the sudden pain. His gamer-hands are cutting off my circulation, his eyes piercing me just as hard. His expression is blank, and maybe I'm being dramatic but, he looks like hes going to interrogate me. No one seems to notice Wilbur basically kidnapping me which is upsetting because I would love to be bailed out of this terrifying situation. I dont know why I'm so scared of him. His tall, looming stature is villainous enough without his dark brown hair that falls slightly over his face. His pupils are small and beady. Any ounce of easy-going happiness that was there a few seconds ago has now floated away. Subtly. Hes smart, his emotions don't swtitch quickly and noticeably, they sort of fade together like colours in a sunset. So of course, everyone else trusts him (as far as im aware) which is probably exactly what he wants. Whatever his fucked up plan is, it seems to be going smoothly and I cant have that. I need to mess it up, I cant just stay and watch.

My thoughts are interrupted by Wilbur stabbing his muscular fingers into my boney shoulders. We seemed to have travelled  far out onto the field. No one would be able to see or hear us from the warehouse. I hadn't noticed from being lost in my train of thought. If I had realised, I wouldve said something, I dont want myself to be pushed around as I so easily can be. He jabs a finger into my chest before shaking his head and letting it softly slide down my stomach. He removes all contact from me and stops back a bit, leaving a small gap between us, his hot breath no longer on me.

"I apologise for being so aggressive, it's sort of my coping mechanism. I... need your advice."

Nope. Not buying it. I'll play up to it though, pretending I accept his apology then he wont hate me, he'll take whatever advice I give him seriously. I'm thinking about this too much, I'm turning into him.

"Heh, ok, I know you are a bit... uh apprehensive around me and I do not blame you, my friend,"

He speaks as if hes an old Victorian man. Fancy. I would say it was attractive if he wasn't trying to manipulate me right now.

Take a deep breath besties, it's time for wilby to vent!

"but, I'm being honest with you here. Aria, I want to live with her. I care about her deeply, but shes afraid of what James will think. She doesn't wish to leave him. At the moment. That's what she always says, not yet, not right now, perhaps at a later date. She doesn't say no which is what crushes me. She let's me hang on to her, that single drop of hope always existing and she bloody loves it." he chuckles in a down hearted manner and puts his hands into the belt loops of his slightly flared black trousers.
"I want to leave her, I practically have women hanging off of me. Shit, that sounds narcissistic doesn't it? No, I just mean, I could easily become happy with someone else so why cant I just forget about her? Its terrible Al, she knows all this, God knows I've opened up to her, but she doesn't help at all, not it the slightest. She tells me to keep gripping on, she'll be ready to tell James about us soon, though I know deep down she isn't going to any time in the near future. What do I do, my friend? Do I leave her and all the happy memories behind me like I have so many goddamn times before or do I give her time I dont have? I cant keep waiting forever and she knows, shes getting desperate and keeps bargaining with me. I wont go into details but I cant keep being her.... side-chick."

He chuckles and looks up at me expectantly. It sounded so real and true that I cant be bitchy now. That would make me a truly terrible person. I need to push my thoughts aside and help him. But he is helping someone cheat on my best friend. Almost encouraging it. Wait no, but- This is too much to take in. James is already sad enough without her, surely it wouldn't pain him too much to know she was with Wilbur. I want to tell myself that, shes already lied about fighting in a bloody war in freaking Afghanistan so it couldn't be too bad, but I know I would be lying. It would kill him, possibly literally. I cant have that with my best mate. Wilbur probably isn't my best mate in this situation. I need to remember that. I wish I could talk to George about this, get his opinion. It's too hard on my own, for once I dont know what to say. I have no witty remark, no genuine advice either.

Wilbur comes closer to me his nose almost touching mine. I stop breathing, dreading what hes about to do to me, but I cant pull away either. Thankfully he lifts his head up, straightening his back so hes about a head taller than me and places his chin on top of my head. He brings me into a tight but soft hug and I'm surprised to hear him start sobbing. Quietly, I probably wouldn't have heard if he wasn't so close to me. I almost start crying too, his overwhelm of raw emotions, genuinely hurting me. Hes in such a tough situation that I csnt help feeling a little bad for him. I hear very distant footsteps in the grass coming toward us. Wilbur sniffles and looks up.

"George." he whispers to me as warning.

"Hes gonna interpret this weirdly, hes already seen us hugging now hes gonna jump to conclusions, its so dumb but I know he'll do it. God, help. He wont give me a chance to explain, what do we do?" I say quickly but softly.

He pulls away before speedily leaning in and whispering a small "sorry my friend". He grunts and pulls back his fist. I sigh and accept the punch, violence shouldn't have been the answer but I guess it made sense. It hits my face with the force of a speeding car  and crushes my nose. His strong hand is covered in blood and evidently, so is my face.

"Pretend to be angry, hes coming close now."

I yell it Wilbur a bit to sell it but I cant really concentrate, what with my bent nose and his bright red fist, I'm not the best around blood. I shoot Wilbur an upset glance as George's hand loops around my limp shoulder. I'm still staying at Wilbur's veiny fingers.

"I think he'll need a hospital. Why'd you punch him, psycho? You were just hugging right?" George says harshly. He could never shout at Wilbur.

"I'll explain later, let's clean up Al first." says Wilbur.

Good, that buys me time to think of an excuse.