roommates

2.

Wilbur is in Geography class. He's paying little attention, instead he's messing around with the kid next to him- Tommy, his name is.
The kid is blonde and has a striking resemblance to Phil- even the way his hair falls down over his face is the same as Dr. Za's.
They're exchanging comedic looks and writing then deleting things on their documents to make the other laugh.

Dr. Sam is doing a bad job at keeping Wilbur focused- Wilbur realises college is actually a little boring. Still, there's stuff like parties and whatnot.
The class ends an hour later, and they finally get a chance to talk to each other.
"Hey," Wilbur says, smiling. "You were pretty funny back there."
"You too," says the kid, and he's surprised to see he has a British accent too.
"Oh, you're British too?" Wilbur says.
"Yeh. Dr. Za is my dad!" he says with a smile.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah! I'm actually really young, I'm nearly 17," he says.
"Oh. That's impressive, how'd you get in so early?" Wilbur asks.
"I did exceedingly well on my exams," he says with a proud beam. "So Dad let me in early."
"Oh! Nice! Your name's Tommy, right?" Wilbur asks.
"Yeh, how'd you know?"
"You wrote it on your document thing while we were messing around," Wilbur says with a laugh.
"Well, yes, I am Tommy, and I'm a big man."
Wilbur simply stares down at him.
"Just cuz you're, like, three inches taller than me doesn't mean that I'm not a big man," he says with a huff. "I'm 6"1."
"I'm 6"5. Shorty," Wilbur laughs. "I'm Wilbur. Nice to meet you," he says, smiling.
"Wanna go for coffee?" Tommy says with a hopeful grin.
"Sure."

They get to the coffee shop on the grounds.
"Right, what do you want?" Wilbur asks, getting in line.
"Woah, I can have something?" Tommy asks. "Without paying?"
"If you want, yeah," Wilbur says with a baffled smile.
"Woah! Pogchamp! Uhh, can I have a- oh, what are they called- oh! Can I have an iced latte? I think that's what they're called, right?"
"Sure you can," Wilbur says, smiling. "Now, go get us a table before the shop gets too filled up."
Tommy gleefully goes over to a table and waves at Wilbur to indicate where he is.

"Can I have one iced latte and one flat white, please?" Wilbur says to the barista.
"Iced latte... flat white... Take away or drink in?" the barista says in a dead voice.
"Drink in, please."
"Can I take a name?"
"Uh, for the flat white, Wilbur, for the other, Tommy."
"Wilbur and Tommy. OK."
Wilbur takes this as a cue to go to his table and wait for their names to be called out.

"Okay, they're making the coffee now," Wilbur says. "When's your next class, by the way?"
Tommy takes his timetable out of his pocket.
"Umm... I have a piano lesson in an hour and a half. I think that's it!"
"Great! Alright, what do you want to talk about?" Wilbur says.
"Pranks!" Tommy responds enthusiastically. "And lots of 'em!"
"You do pranks?" Wilbur asks, laughing a little.
"Yeah! You don't?"
"Well, it's never really crossed my mind before, really," he says truthfully.
"You're boring!" Tommy jokes. "I do loads."
"Like..?"
"Well, uh, there was this time I replaced my mate Toby's water with salt water. Now that was proper funny," he says, laughing.
"Sounds like it," Wilbur says, smiling. "So, your dad's Dr. Za?"
"Yep! I got in here cuz of my really high exam scores, though. Got an A+," he says proudly.
"That is impressive. I only got a B+ on my English exam," Wilbur says, nodding. "I'm impressed."
"What can I say, I'm a big man," Tommy says, head held high.
Wilbur hears his name being called, and goes over to collect their coffees on a tray to stop it from spilling. He slowly walks back over to Tommy.
"Look what we've got," he says, smiling.
"Thanks bossman!" Tommy says, taking his iced coffee with delight. He sips on it and beams.
Wilbur starts to drink his own coffee, before he hears voices behind him.
He turns around and his stomach drops.

Quackity.
"Hey! Quackity!" he calls out across the room. Turning to Tommy, he quickly explains, "That's my... uhh.. rival? Archenemy? However you'd like to say it. We don't like each other, basically."
He waves Quackity over, who has a friend with him. This friend looks a little dishevelled- he's wearing a white shirt, black suspenders and glasses, with brown hair sticking out from every angle.
"What are you doing here, Wilbur?" Quackity asks annoyedly.
"I'll have to ask you the same question. We were here before you, you know?" Wilbur says smugly.
"Who's your little friend?" Quackity asks in a mocking tone.
"I'm Tommy!" says Tommy before Wilbur can even say anything. "I'm Wilbur's friend!"
"You're really young for a college student. And British," Quackity remarks.
"I'm just smart enough that I got in early," he says proudly.
"Anyway, who's your friend?" Wilbur asks, indicating to the student next to Quackity.