𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝟹. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛

-{Word Count: 3971}-

Content/Trigger Warnings

violence

stabbing

knives

wounds

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𝟹. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛

If someone were to walk into Wilbur's room ten minutes ago they would've walked in and probably would've thought a war taken place there, but actually it was just Wilbur desperately trying to find his plectrum. He had played his guitar right before bed and forgotten to put it away in the guitar's bag resulting into the room looking like a battlefield.

But right now Wilbur was all packed, With his total of two bags. He managed to fit all of his stuff in a backpack and his guitar's bag, I mean that happens when all you own is a total of seven pieces of clothing and you're wearing two of them -Not counting his five socks, not pairs just lose random socks-. He had stuffed his Apollo clothing all the way in the bottom just to avoid anything leaking.

''William, Phil is here'' Mrs. Jacobs said bursting trough the door disallowing the boy his privacy, ''I'll be out in a second, just saying goodbye'' Wilbur said taking one last look at his now old room, it was a sad sight as almost everything had been taken out.

Wilbur followed the worker to her office where Phil was sat in an armchair, ''Hello mate'' The blond said smiling comfortably, ''Hello'' Wilbur said softer then he intended to. Wilbur sat in the armchair next to Phil's waiting for Mrs. Jacobs to break the awkward silence.

''Alright, so William if you sign here everything is final'' Mrs. Jacobs said before handing the boy the paper and a pen, Wilbur took it. He took a second to think it trough before ultimately deciding he wanted to go with the man he had spoken to a total of twice in his life, as far as he was aware.

''Alright then, I'll be checking in somewhere in the next two weeks. Just call me if you need anything'' Mrs. Jacobs said taking back the paper, '"Alright, then we'll be heading out, Do you have everything?'' Phil asked, Wilbur nodded and followed him out to the car, backpack on his back and guitar case in hand.

''We can put your bags in the boot, otherwise it get's so cramped'' Phil said, Wilbur smiled and handed the man his bags, being more careful with his guitar. Phil made sure to put everything down carefully not wanting to break anything of the boy's stuff to gain his trust.

''William would you like to pick out some music?'' Phil said smiling, Wilbur hesitated whether he should correct the man but decided it would be for the better, ''You can say Wilbur, William makes me sound like I'm from the 1800's, and if it's okay?'' Wilbur said nervously.

''That's alright mate, here'' Phil said handing him the cable, Wilbur smiled and took the cable. He plugged it into his five year old phone before scrolling trough his Spotify before deciding to put on song he really enjoyed Seven by Sleeping At Last. He could feel Phil smile as soon as the music started playing.

Phil was just happy the boy warmed up enough to let him into his world a bit, because getting to know someone's music taste says a lot about a person. And Wilbur wanting to share this with Phil warmed up his heart. Phil was actually quite nervous adopting a teenager he had only spoken a few words with, but when he saw Wilbur he directly knew he would fit in with his boys.