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

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟑

Hey, Ik ur upset about the box

but just make sure u close it next time ok? :/

Tommy furrowed his brows in confusion at the text that his friend had sent him. It had been 20 minutes since Wilbur had sent that text, he hadn't replied back to Tommy yet though. Tommy tried telling himself not to think about it too much, Wilbur was probably already on his way to Dianne, if not already there.

But something about his friend's text really made the pit in Tommy's stomach turn. Tommy really wanted nothing to do with that box, even the last time he saw the box all he did was stare at it. He got mad at Wilbur for not disposing of the wretched thing and not wanting to touch it, but he supposed he couldn't blame him since Tommy didn't dare to touch it either.

So why was Wilbur insinuating that he had left the box open? If neither of them wanted to touch the box, why was it open? It really racked at his brain, but maybe Wilbur had just forgotten that he had opened it? Surely that had to be the case.

Or Toby followed through with his plan with Wilbur's house key. Maybe Toby found the box, maybe he had uncovered everything, and maybe he had already called the police and they were on their way right now to take Wilbur away.

Tommy's heart rate picked up at the thought, his eyes widening. But soon enough he exhaled letting the thought slip away. There's no way anyone else had found the box, it had to be Wilbur who had messed with it and forgotten. But his stomach still turned, and Wilbur wasn't replying to his text as quickly as Tommy wanted him to.

His thoughts getting the best of him he raced downstairs from his bedroom he sloppily slipped on prelaced converse. Opening the door and swiftly shutting it behind him, his pace quickened across the sidewalk. Good thing Wilbur's house was just a block away, the thought of what could be happening to his best friend right now was killing him. Surely he wasn't too late, right?

His steps came to a halt, his exhales heavy. He had made it to Wilbur's house, he didn't know if Wilbur was actually there, but much to his dismay sat Toby and Clay on the porch. Clay's face was covered by his hands, his sobs loud, and Toby's had a consoling arm around him. Tommy stared at the two for a moment, his brows furrowed at the situation in front of him. His gaze was soon interrupted by Toby who had suddenly noticed Tommy's presence.

"Well look what fuckhead decided to show up" Toby stood up, his blood boiling at the sight of the blonde. "Shut the fuck up! What the fuck are you two doing here?" Tommy questioned as he took a few steps closer to the two. Clay looked up from his hands, his eyes puffy and his face red. "Fuck you!" Clay shouted, now standing up. "Fuck you and you're bitch ass friend!"

"Where's Wilbur?!" Tommy shouted, his eyes looking into Toby's as he ignored Clay's outburst. Toby stood silent, instead, his eyes spoke for him, they stared right into Tommy's practically burning holes. "Where's Wilbur?!" Tommy's tone grew louder and demanding, but it almost sounded as if it was a plead as to know if Wilbur was ok. "He's inside." Toby admitted, his eyes still staring into Tommy's, Toby was hurt and angry with Tommy, he wanted nothing more than to scream at him and confront him on his bullshit, so that's what he did.

"What kind of friend are you, Tommy?!" Toby suddenly shouted. "You fucking lied to me for weeks, avoided me, and made me think I was fucking batshit crazy! And in the end, you chose your fucking shitty excuse for a friend over me!" Toby's face grew red, tears forming in his eyes.

"I care about you Tommy, I was worried sick about you! I lost sleep over you, I spent months trying to save you! But you knew this Tommy, and you still decided to help your friend who forced you to help him commit a murder!" Tears flew down Toby's cheeks as he finally let his emotions run out.