Black and White Grains:Mortality Ephemeral (ranboolive and friends fanfic)

CH.8 "clubgass"

 

        The end of the school day drive near- seventh period, Wilbur was still trying to chat with Ranboo, and Tommy may have been the culprit to why so.

        “ And i remember that when i was five, Wilbur didn't know how to take care of babies, but mom and dad were taking tech to his doctor-”Tommy was rambling on and on about his life, as Ranboo tiredly sat in his desk- looking at the clock, waiting for the ten minutes to pass in one second. Wilbur was chatting with his desk-mates, a group project if you will, and the students were allowed to pick their partners. (Wilbur wanted to partner with a well-known red headed girl, Sally, but she was already chatting with her other friends, and this was the only person Wilbur wouldn't bother constantly.)

        Ranboo muttered as Tommy was now onto the story about how Wilbur broke Phil’s old guitar in a pillow-fort concert, held in their backyard patio. “Can you shut up Tommy?” He says, finally, head on the desk as he tries to ignore the ghost.

        “What was that?”

        Wilbur was now staring at a wide-eyed ranboo- not that anyone could see his wide eyes, covered in bangs. (No one knows why he does that. Not his moms, not his grandmas, not the spider that lived in the antique bottom drawer that ate the ear-wigs that invaded his room on moist,hot nights. Not even himself, though, he just tells himself that- deep in, he remembers, slightly, the day he turned five.) “uh-” Ranboo starts- looking at Wilbur with a now attentive stance. “Nothing?”

        It was obvious that Wilbur heard the name of his long--gone brother. “Thought i heard something-'' The brunette replies with a raised brow. “But, if not, I was going to ask you something anyways.” The other nods. “Want to be in the group project with me?”

        Tommy may have been offended by the ‘shut up’ comment, but had ignored it. “You and Wilbur make a great duo!” Tommy whispers, sitting on the floor between their desks. “Say, I think Wilbur wants to do more investigating- should we?”

        Ranboo rolls his eyes, and quickly hides it- he doesn't want Wilbur to think he's annoyed by him- though, secretly, he does want to shoo off the shorter man. “Sure, we can work together-'' It's just a simple project, he thinks to himself silently. Wait, didn't he sit across from me?

        And, of course, as pestering as Wilbur was, he'd had wanted to change seats all in order to talk to ranboo-- after all, no one else was willing to talk to him about what he wanted to speak about. “It's no biggie.”

        Wilbur seemed to look at ranboo confusingly. “ Were still friends right?”

        Tommy laughed. “OH! He's doing that face again! Get ready ranboo.”
        

        “Oh my god.” Ranboo whispers. “Uhm-” He speaks up, looking to wilbur. “Yea…?”

        “Good! Now give me your number i want to show you someone-” Wilbur pulls out his phone, and hands it to ranboo on the ‘contacts’ screen.

        Ranboo could scream right now. More people, hooray, more people like wilbur.

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        The school bell rang, and Ranboo huffed from the mile-run he had in the Gym. “ My legs feel like baked ham,” He says to himself in distress. The ghost just watched, floating along.

        “Get better legs then,” Tommy says as Ranboo slips on his backpack.

        Wilbur jogs up to Ranboo, and ranboo sighs. “greetings ranboo!” Very loudly, he greets Ranboo. “Have you heard about the hill on the campus story?”