||lost and found||

Chapter 4: pinky promise?

"Where even is my roommates?!" Tommy mumbled out as he laid on his second-hand bed.

What's taking them so long? He thought.

The room was quiet, and boring. He was told to wait at his room and then tell his new roommates what's going on.

Cause apparently they had never been at an orphanage before.

Pfft, amateurs.

Just as the blond was about the get nervous about his roommates not showing up, the door softly opened.

"Hello?" A British voice asked.

"Hello? Come inside." Tommy said back. He was told these boys was just three years older, so no biggie.

"Um, okay." The Brit said as he opened the door.

He was tall, taller then Tommy. Also very skinny and lanky.

He had brown hair, similar to the blonds and round glasses. A guitar case on his back and a backpack in his hand.

"Are you my roommate?" The guy asked.

"Yeah," Tommy responded, "My names Tommy."

"The names Wilbur." The brunette said.

There was an ugly awkward pause.

Wilbur walked up to the bed in the middle, next to Tommy's and put his guitar case against the nightstand. His backpack placed on the nightstand.

Tommy curiously shifted his attention to the guitar case.

The brunette opened his backpack and took out his phone and charger and stuffed it in.

"Do you play guitar?" Tommy asked, finally taking his attention away from the guitar. Looking at Wilbur.

"Yeah." Wilbur said, smiling a little bit.
"I can maybe play some for you?"

"Yes!" Tommy said with starts in his eyes. Glueing back his attention to the guitar. "Can you play now?"

"Oh sure." Wilbur said as he opened the guitar case and took out a golden brown guitar.

"Wait," the brunette said, stopping before he started to play.

"Hm?" Tommy asked looking up and Wilbur.

"Am i allowed to play it?" Wilbur asked, his voice unsure and his body language nervous.

"Of course, it's our room. The caretakers won't care a bit." Tommy said shrugging. "The other kids might bang on the door but don't mind them. They suck."

The brunette let out a chuckle at the end. It sounded alive. He then nodded his head. "Sounds good."

Tommy smiled back and criss-crossed his legs and stared at intensively at the brunette.

Wilbur took one deep breath, before he started to strum the guitar. The same way he did yesterday.
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"That was amazing!" Tommy said energetic. Eyes big.

"Thank you," Wilbur said, a bit embarrassed. "I've never played for someone before."

"Well you should, cause your amazing at it." Tommy clarified.

Wilbur laughed at Tommy's energy.

"Hey! What are you laughing at?" Tommy asked, adding a fake hurt tone to his voice for dramatic effect.

Wilbur just continued to laugh, even louder. And Tommy couldn't help but join in.

"Hey! Shut up!" A voice form the outside of the door said. And two banging sounds.