Don't Know How to Feel.

7. A Week's Worth of Hard Work

Wilbur woke up to Tommy knocking on the front door, calling his name. He grumbled being very tired and slouched out of bed to the front door.

He opened up and glared at Tommy, "I was fucking sleeping Tommy."

Tommy glared back, "And I was sat here locked out of our fucking house."

Wilbur snickered a bit, "Don't we both have keys though?"

"I lost it Wil," Tommy admitted, "I was too tired to walk to my other house and I didn't think I would get locked out."

Wilbur nodded and moved out of the doorway. Tommy quickly hopped in and took off his shoes.

"Now get some sleep," Wilbur patted him on the shoulder, "Don't bother me when you wake up unless I'm also awake."

Tommy grinned, "Same goes with you."

They both nodded in agreement before heading to their rooms.

Wilbur flopped back on the bed and dug his head into the pillow, trying to fall asleep.

 Minutes later Wilbur was almost asleep, but he heard knocking on the door again.

He sighed, giving up on getting any more sleep, and walked to the door.

"Yes?" He asked, pulling the door open to see Foolish, he had only ever seen him a couple of times but it was enough.

"Oh hi!" Foolish was way too loud for this time in the morning.

"What do you want?" Wilbur asked sternly, "Also, no need to be so loud thanks."

Foolish paused on what he was going to say, "Oh my bad," he apologized, "I've just been chosen to hand out these fliers." 

Foolish handed Wilbur two papers, and Wilbur gave him a confused look.

"It's about the grand opening of Tubburger, the red and white building in Las Nevadas. It opens in two weeks, so we just wanted to give people a heads up. It's going to be a great restaurant," Foolish explained.

"Oh," was all Wilbur said before telling him goodbye and closing the door.

"Tubburger?" Wilbur scoffed, "They are a complete rip-off of mine and Ranboo's business!"

"Oh yes, let's put the restaurant name as Tubburger after seeing Wilbur and Ranboo have Wilburger's being made in the Ranvan," Wilbur whispered mockingly, trying to not wake Tommy.

He marched to his room, tossing the papers on his desk and throwing himself on his bed.

"What the hell," Wilbur mumbled, "Now we have to be ready in two weeks."

Wilbur burst through the door of the Ranvan, walking over to the counter Ranboo was leaning on.

He placed down the flier and crossed his arms, "Take a look at that Ranboo."

Ranboo turned his head and grabbed the paper, his eyes scanning the paper up and down.

"So is this bad?"

"Yes, it is," Wilbur nodded, pointing to the paper, "It opens in two weeks. Meaning we have to be ready in two weeks."

Ranboo sighed, "I mean what else do we have to do."

Wilbur thought, "Make it appealing for customers or some shit," he paused, "I don't know."

"I mean we have a nice menu, great ingredients, and an outside sitting area."

"Does it have enough seats?"

"Sure, plus we have two seats in front of the Ranvan."

"Alright then," Wilbur said, still feeling a bit nervous, "Let's open in two weeks just like them."