"Will, I'm coming in," Phil calls to me as he opens the bedroom door. He walks in and sits in the end of my bed. "What happened?"
I look at him and look away from him. I was angry and I knew it wasn't really fault and that he was just trying to help, but it didn't make me any less upset.
"She...she used me," I mumble.
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think I mean, Phil!" I yell. "She's was crazy as hell. She set me up. She knew who I was. She knew who you were. She used me to please her family."
"What exactly happened, Will?" He asks. "You might be seeing it worse than it was meant to come off."
"I'm pretty sure I know when I'm being used, Phil," I retort. Phil looks at me with pleasing eyes and I sigh. Then I tell him what happened.
"Yea," he mumbles. "You were definitely being used. It's just that she seemed so kind in the store and you seemed to like her."
"Just because I look at a female doesn't mean I like her, Phil," I had to clarify it because obviously he didn't understand.
"Will, I know that," he mumbles. "I just thought that you two had a connection."
"Maybe you should check with me before asking people out for me," I muttered.
"Will, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I just wanted you to get out and do something. I mean at least the kids were nice."
"One of the twins is a brat and one of the brothers was a even more ignorant version of Tommy," I roll my eyes. "I honestly didn't even think that was possible. Even more convenient, his name was Thomas."
"What about the other two," Phil asks. "You said there were two more kids."
"Well...the other brother Oliver was pretty cool," I smile. "He was quiet, but he noticed and acknowledged to his brother when I was uncomfortable about his comments and the other twin Amelia was okay, but her twin, Amber, said that she has a notebook that she writes about me in. Nobody really said what was in it, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to know because of the way everyone's expressions changed when it was mentioned."
"I mean..." Phil starts. "Will, you're Wilbur. Wilbur Soot. I'm pretty sure everyone knows you as the pretty Minecraft player who can sing. I mean we know you as more because you talk to us on a daily basis, but your fans don't so they can only assume certain things. No offense, but you're a good looking man and who's not going to have some type of crush on you."
"I know," I say. "I'm more than a pretty person that everyone crushes on. I'm a 25 year old man. I have a life too. I know that I'm a streamer so it puts me in the public eye, but some things people shouldn't assume about me. I'm a human being just like them. I go through things too. I have feelings and I'm not a pawn on a chess board for them to control. I'm not always gonna stream when they want and I'm not always gonna be the pretty man with a smile. I don't even have a partner and the one that I had that actually made me happy is dead. So no I'm not what they want me to be and I'm so sick of being held to a standard."
"Will, I know that this is not something that you want," he says. "But when you got in this business you signed a unwritten agreement to be in the public eye and to be a standard even if you don't want to be. How do you think George feels. He gets it worse than you."
"Yeah, but he doesn't care about it," I tell him.
"Neither should you," Phil comments.
"I have to care because if I don't people will take advantage of me not caring," I explain.
"So, would you rather be held to a standard and care, or not care and be taken for granted?" Asks Phil. It was a legitimate question. What did I want?
"I...I don't want either," I mumble. "I realize being in the public eye is more terrifying than I thought."
"Well, it's too late to take it all back now," says Phil. "The best thing now is to find your way through and be able to speak up for yourself. If not then you will be taken for granted."
I nod at him and he stands up, "I'm gonna go home for the night is there anything you need before I leave?"
I look up at him, "Just a hug."
He looks at me in shock, but bends down to hug me. I loved Phil's hugs. They were like an actual father hugging their son and it made me feel so much better.
He let go and then walked to the door, "Good night, Will. Don't forget to be strong. You are a great person and don't ever think any different. Also, don't forget to refresh and hydrate in the morning."
"I won't," I say as he walks out giving a small wave and I lay back in bed. Soon I'm asleep and I'm in a familiar platform once again.
{Created: July 25, 2022, at 9:07 pm}
[Published: July 26, 2022, at 4:48 pm]
Word Coumt: 916 Words

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