there is only us | wilbur soot x reader

Chapter 10 - Loyal

(Y/n) POV

I have hosted parties before.

But never have I ever been so tired afterward.

I stepped under the faucet, relaxing my bones as the warm water cascaded over me. I lathered myself up in soap, partially to wash all the filth of the previous argument off but also to hide the stretch marks that tainted my sides. Eventually, I decided I was clean enough, so I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. Once I was dry, I slipped into a comfortable pair of leggings and a lightweight blouse. I hung my towel on the back of the bathroom door, knowing that somebody will come and take it away.

I walked into my bedroom and there, sitting casually on my bed, is one of the last people I want to see.

There, in a fresh blue shirt and black jeans, is a brown-haired man with a pair of goggles on his head.

There, in my bedroom, sitting on my bed is George Davidson.

Like usual, George decided to sleep through the events that mattered most to us.

To me.

As a kid, it was a joke. It was funny.

We would meet up and laugh when George was the only one absent. No one was ever surprised.

Where is George? We would wonder. But we all knew the answer.

We would wait, but our patience ran thin.

Where is George?

We couldn't find him.

George is not found.

George Not Found.

It was only a nickname, but none of us could've guessed that in the years ahead it would become so much more.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, annoyed by his habitual absence.

He only smiles, the same knowing smile that would agitate me to no end as a kid.

But now, I only wished I could know what he knew, even though he never told me.

For all I know, he could be faking it all. But I was too in a way, faking it, and I was the only one that knew it. And also some teenager I'd met not two weeks ago.

"I can't talk to you anymore?" He asks, blinking oh so innocently.

I squint, annoyed at how he can act as though he did nothing wrong. Knowing George, he probably thought as much.

"Tommy was looking for you," I switched the topic, trying to look nonchalant as I rooted around for my hairbrush. "Something about wanting to be your friend?"

He glanced at me in the vanity mirror, which I had stationed myself in front of.

"Who's Tommy?"

Oh. Right.

"Tommy. From L'manberg. You met him the other week, no?" I stated, trying not to sound too invested in our conversation.

He sat up straighter, leaving behind his relaxed stance. "You invited the L'manberg party?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I did. Maybe if you were there, you would know," I scoffed.

"Why would you do that?" He interrogated me, ignoring my sarcastic remarks.

"I do whatever I want," I deadpanned. "I rule this place, don't I?"

He wrapped his arms around his sides self-consciously, curling inwards on himself. "They brainwash you or some shit?"