DreamSMP Imagines

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝖣𝗈 | Wilbur Soot

Here I was again, sitting in my third block bored out of my mind twirling a pencil in my hands.

"I don't wanna be here, can't we just leave?" I turn to my best friend Wilbur.

"If you want to we can leave now." he shrugs his shoulders.

"Let's go then." I stand up grabbing my bag and walk out.

"Where are you two going?" I hear the teacher behind us.

"Family emergency," I say not even looking back at her.

"And why does Wilbur have to go?" she crosses her arms.

"He has to drive me there because I don't have a car." I continue down the hall with Will right behind me.

"Too easy." I push open the school's exit door and walk to Wilbur's car.

"So, where to?" he gets in the driver's seat.

"Ice cream?" I shrug throwing my bag to the back of the car.

"Ice cream it is." he switches the gear and drives out of the school parking lot.

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"Thank you." I take the ice cream from the man's hands.

"Anytime." he winks.

Wilbur notices and glares daggers at him.

"Will?"

"Yes?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I just need to..."

Wilbur watches the man exit through the back of the ice cream shop.

"...use the restroom."

"Alright, hurry back."

"I will."

He gets up and walks back to the restrooms.

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After fifteen minutes Wilbur finally arrives back from the restroom.

"Finally, what the hell were you doing?"

"Sorry, I'm not feeling too well at the moment."

"Oh, do you want to go home?"

"Why don't we just go to my house for now."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure. Let's go."

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I jump out of the car as we park and run over to the door.

"My dad is on a business trip so feel free to make as much noise as you want." he smiles.

"Wow, so I can scream at the top of my lungs?"