𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝟷𝟺. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

Content/Trigger Warnings

Cuts and shit

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𝟷𝟺. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

Everything was fine. Like everything felt somewhat right, nothing was wrong and nothing could go wrong. Or so Wilbur felt at least. He definitely thought things could go wrong. Actually, he was certain things were going to go wrong.

For now, he wasn't going to worry about it. Phil had forced them into going on a 'family trip' and, if Wilbur was going to be honest, was he excited for it.

They were going to go to the beach, a place Wilbur had only been once before. That one time being when he was five and still living with his biological parents. It was a memory slowly fading. He tried to hold onto it desperately, it being one of the few things he had left of them.

When packing his bag, Wilbur wasn't quite sure what to bring. He already had swimming trunks, Phil had gotten him a pair the day before as they had forgotten to buy him some last time they went out. Wilbur liked them a lot, actually. They were a dark blue colour with black stitching. To him, they just looked neat.

But he was sure to need more than just those at the beach. Luckily his brothers were already packed and both decided to annoy Wilbur until they were going to leave.

Wilbur's bedroom door swung open, revealing Tommy and Techno fully dressed in beach attire. Techno was wearing a blouse and his swimming trunks while Tommy was wearing his swimming trunks with a short sleeved baseball tee, as per usual. He truly couldn't go a day without it.

''Wilbur! Hurry up, you're taking, like, ages!'' Tommy said, throwing himself onto Wilbur's bed.

Wilbur sighed when looking at the -now- unmade bed. Techno shortly agreed with Tommy before sitting down in a chair across from Wilbur's bed, pulling out his phone and ignoring what his brothers were doing.

''I'm almost done, I promise'' Wilbur said, looking around his room, trying to find something that he could take to the beach.

Tommy rolled his eyes before he got up from Wilbur's bed again. Wilbur watched closely as Tommy pulled open some drawers, pulling out something and grabbing a book from the shelf. The stuff got thrown onto Wilbur's bed and Tommy proceeded to just give him a blank stare.

''Take that with you'' Tommy said proudly after five seconds of awkward silence. Wilbur laughed and put it in his bag with a small 'thank you'.

When they left Wilbur's room to go downstairs, they found Phil in the kitchen, packing some food for the beach. They exchanged some greetings before all three of them sat at the kitchen island, waiting for Phil to hurry up.

He'd eventually packed everything they were possibly going to need at the beach and loaded it into the car. Everyone sat in the car in their usual seats, minding their own business. Wilbur received the aux cord and plugged it in, put on a playlist he'd made -he made one specifically for the beach because he thought it'd be nice- that had some songs with a summer vibe in it. The drive wasn't long, after all, they lived close to the seaside. So within thirty minutes they were all out of the car, walking onto the beach. Phil pointed out a spot for them to sit and, soon enough, they reached it and laid everything out, making themselves comfortable for the day.