ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ;; ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏɪɴɴɪᴛ

thirteen

as wilbur and tommy were sitting, discussing, wilbur's phone buzzed.

he looked at the text from the mystery person and chuckled softly to himself. "they're made for eachother." he grinned to himself, muttering.

"what?" tommy asked, though it came off as a 'wot'.

"oh, nothing. i just have to go." "you didn't even-"

"look, i'll be right back, stay put and don't further mess anything up." wilbur took his keys and shut the door to his apartment. tommy sat there, annoyed with himself.

—

wilbur powered up the car and immediately called kalarnie through it's system. "kalarnie!"

"wilbur?" her voice was croaky. "what do you want?"

"i'm picking you up." "why?" "because tommy didn't mean to hurt you."

kalarnie was about to hang up but she couldn't. "he knows what he did." "he is an idiot, i know. but come on, get up, get ready. we're hanging out. together."

"do we have to?" "yes, kalarnie. now get your ass ready and i'll meet you outside yours."

the two silently agreed and kalarnie hung up.

the brunette wiped her smudged makeup and reapplied a more natural reminiscent of it. she tied her hair in a bun before fitting it in a beanie.

slipping on matching grey sweatpants and a grey singlet top, with a greenish plaid overshirt.

she slipped on some black vans and grabbed her phone before walking towards the door, her father was currently at work so she leashed up tobee and walked to sit down on the front steps.

as she sat down, she pressed her nose against his and ruffled his fur. "now that's a nice photo." wilbur grinned. "who's this pupper?"

"you took a photo of me?" "look, it's really really nice!" "this is tobee. my corgi and my world."

"how come this is the first time i'm meeting him?" "i dunno, tommy's met him though."

"tommy has merch?" kalarnie glanced at wilbur's jumper. it was tommy's merch; the blue sweater with tommyinnit in big letters.

"oh yeah! he wanted me to give you this." wilbur got a big box from the backseat of his car. it had a red and white look on the lid and the three specimens gathered in his car.

the two got in the front as tobee sat at kalarnie's feet.

"personally, i really like this one," wilbur pulled on his sweater, "and the red hoodie with white sleeves."

kalarnie sorts through and reads the note at the bottom. "i didn't get that in my box though."

she read through the note and almost cried for the second time that day. "i think i should slip this-" she shoved it in the bottom and before the car started, she slipped the red and white hoodie over herself, after slipping off her plaid overshirt.

"that looks perfect on you. red is your colour for sure." "thank you, wilbur." she smiled through tear soaked eyes.

"let's get to mine." wilbur intrigued.

the two and her dog drove to wilbur's.

—

the drive was shorter than she expected and they all went up to wilbur's place. kalarnie and tobee, who she was holding, trailed behind the twenty six year old.

as soon as they walked in, tommy and kalarnie saw eachother. "fuck." they both whispered.