꧁ M u s i c ꧂ DISCONTINUED

8

[Y/N's POV]

I still really didn't know how to feel. Everything was lined up so perfectly, but then his friend had to ruin it. I can't really be mad at Tommy either. He didn't know.

"Augh." I groaned. I haven't moved off the couch at all. I was too upset to move. Kind of pathetic now that I think about it. I covered my face with my hands.

"For fuck's sake man." I muttered under my breath.

My phone buzzed.

I pick it up thinking it was an email for another commission. It wasn't about a commission, or an email at all. It was a message, from BFF/N.

BFF/N: <[Hey can we talk rq?]

I was kind of confused.

You: <[Yeah why?-]

BFF/N: <[It's rlly awkward 4 me to say it]

You: <[That's ok]

BFF/N: <[So]

You: <[Yea?]

There wasn't any reply for a few moments. I sat up and waited for a response.

You: <[Hello?]

BFF/N: <[Srry]

You: <[It's ok just- what were u going 2 tell me?]

BFF/N: <[I can't say it]

You: <[I-]

BFF/N: <[I'll talk 2 u tomorrow]

You: <[I- ok]

BFF/N: <[gn]

You: <[gn]

I turned my phone off.

"Weird." I mumble.

I check the time.

"9:12 PM. I guess it's getting kind of late."

I stood up and started to get ready to sleep. I changed my clothes and didn't bother to do anything else. I went to my room and flopped on my bed. I sighed heavily. I wasn't sleepy yet. I stared up at my ceiling.

"Hopefully I get another commission." I mutter. I got up and turned my fairy lights on. I turned the bedroom lights off. There was now a purple glow in my room. I sat on my bed. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing Tommy got in between that moment with Wilbur. I mean, what would've even happened? I don't think he likes me back so, it would've been awkward. The way the fairy light's glow illuminated my room reminded me of that stupid lamppost, illuminating Wilbur's face.

"I really need to stop thinking about it." I grumbled, throwing my head back and staring at the ceiling again. But the blank ceiling left me re-imagining the moment again and again, right in front of me. I shut my eyes tight.

"I need a distraction. A good one at least." I got up and walked back to the living room. I turned the TV on. Maybe watching a drama will help me forget any of this ever happened.

-2 Hours Later-

Turns out this was a shit idea. Now I'm ugly crying about characters that don't even exist, not that I don't do that on a normal basis already. While sobbing, there was a knock on my door. I hurriedly wiped the tears and stuff off my face so I didn't look like I cried for two hours. After cleaning up a bit, I opened the door. It was Tommy.

"Hey." He looked awkward.

"Hey, what do you need?" I ask, trying to sound normal.

"Wilbur's making me apologize so-" He spoke but was cut off by someone running from behind the wall. It was Wilbur.