︶꒦꒷𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐞 ꒷꒦︶ || Wilbur X OC (UNDER EDITING)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐

Wilbur's closet didn't have many flashy options that would draw attention to him. Most of his clothes were neutral colors such as brown, black, beige, so on and more than half were hoodies and sweaters. It was easy to blend in with any of these options. Of course, he chose his usual, a sweatshirt and some black jeans. 

He wasn't in the mood to waste time today, he had wasted enough already, especially since Clay and Toby had already gotten through his and Tommy's locker. And who knows what those two would decide to do next, so Wilbur had his own plans.

He grabbed his empty duffle and made his way downstairs, his footsteps echoing through the empty house. He passed the kitchen, not bothering to grab a bite for breakfast or to glance over at the slider that had been covered by a wooden board until the repairman could fix it. Did he have to shatter the whole slider to get into the house? Maybe a window instead? Wilbur was in a hurry and he was never one to make a normal entrance, but now it was time to act normal. 

He slid on his shoes and made his way out, locking the door with his new set of keys. As for the box, Wilbur had hidden it somewhere for now, in hopes that Toby and Clay wouldn't make any plans to skip school and break into his house instead. 

There was no sign of the sun anywhere, clouds covered the whole sky only leaving a grey light for the day. It was the perfect weather in Wilbur's mind, it seemed that there was no out, weather like this usually caused people to stay indoors in fear that it would start pouring any second. 

His shoes tapped against the concrete, making his way to the first item on his list he needed to get done. After a good twenty-minute walk he had made it to the first destination. He stared at the house for a few moments, he hadn't gotten a good look at it last time since it had been dark outside. Adjusting his beanie he made his way to the front door, knocking on it a couple of times. Stepping back he waited for someone to answer the door. He wondered if anyone would answer the door, there had been no cars in the driveway. 

The doorknob twisted and the door opened with a slight screech. Wilbur looked down to see a girl, younger than him with long brown hair. "May I help you?" Her eyes weren't on Wilbur, instead stuck on her phone. "Uh- Hi- I'm Toby's friend, Wilbur, he forgot some of his books here and he sent me to get them" Wilbur explained. "Wilbur? Never heard of you" The girl's tone was annoyed, she still didn't give Wilbur a glance. 

Wilbur stood there blinking for a moment, taken back by the girl's demeanor. "Well, I've never heard of you either" Wilbur mocked, now leaning against the wall. "I'm Lia, his older sister" She spoke annoyed before finally looking up at him. Wilbur stared down at the girl, tilting his head. Her expression immediately changed when she actually decided to look at him, her attitude changed in an instant. "It's nice to meet you" Lia's annoyed frown turned quickly into a smile. "So how long have you known Toby?" She gushed, leaning onto the door frame.

Wilbur instantly picked up the hints easily.

This should be easy

"Just a few months" Wilbur spoke smoothly, shooting the girl a smirk. 

"Shame on Toby for not introducing me sooner" Lia tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. 

"Yes, I agree. He didn't tell me he had such a pretty sister" Wilbur looked to the ground then looked right into her eyes. "Oh right! The books, sorry come right in!" Lia's face was immediately flustered by Wilbur's sudden flirting. Wilbur gave her a smile before walking into the house. It was neat and tidy but also filled with aspects that made it feel like home, unlike Wilbur's house. 

"His room is just upstairs, it's the first room to the left." She explained. "Thank you" Wilbur smiled humbly. He made his way up the stairs, his footsteps silent against the carpet. Toby's room was really easy to find since well, there was a sign on his door that read "Toby's room" in big yellow letters. 

He opened the door and began his search. This wouldn't be so complicated since Lia was downstairs and he figured she wouldn't be much of a bother since she seemed to be head over heels for him. Toby wasn't good at hiding things, he seemed to be the opposite of subtle in Wilbur's luck. The bag of Tommy's belongings was sitting right next to the bed in a trash bag labeled "Tommy" in sharpie. Wilbur unzipped his duffle and stuffed the trash bag inside. That was it, he had gotten what he came here for. 

But there was a slight temptation when it came to Toby's laptop that sat on his desk. Wilbur looked to the door for a moment before walking over to his laptop and opening it. "No password" He whispered as he smiled in satisfaction. "So stupid" Wilbur laughed to himself as he opened up Toby's search history. 

There were several visits to Wilbur's Instagram as well as Tommy's. He also tried to see if Wilbur had a criminal record. "Someone's obsessed..." Wilbur shook his head as he decided to set a password for Toby's laptop. His fingers typed in something quickly finalizing everything, he then closed it. "Good luck getting into that" He shrugged.

"You find everything alright?" Lia's voice drew near, she was headed up the stairs. Wilbur sighed in relief as he had gotten everything he needed before she could walk in on him. "Yes, I did" He replied walking out of the room to meet with Lia's eyes. She hadn't even made it up the stairs yet. "Would you like anything to drink?" There was a dark shade of pink on the girl's cheeks. 

"That won't be necessary," Wilbur smiled apologetically as he walked past her down the stairs making his way to the front door. 

"But thank you so much for everything Lia" Wilbur shot a charming smile towards the girl before walking out the door and closing it behind him gently. "Thanks so much for everything" He chuckled lowly, satisfied with how easy it was to access Toby's house. Poor girl, she didn't even know Wilbur and had still invited him inside without anyone there, all simply because she got an instant fancy for Wilbur. 

He made his way down the sidewalk leaving the house behind. He was on to his second spot on his to-do list, the hardware store. It was time to change the locks, Wilbur didn't need to be worrying about Toby breaking into his house when he had better things to do.