||lost and found||

Chapter 11: work your way there

"So, you just need to sign these papers over here." Puffy said pointing at the stack of papers. "And while you do that, the boys will get their bags."

Phil gave a nod and then shifted his attention to the papers.

One, two clicks of the pen before he started writing.
The first klick felt like a warning, or like an order to leave.

The two boys in the room believed they should take their leave. Puffy said they should grab their bags, right?

Tommy took Wilbur's hand and squeezed it. Wilbur gave a small squeeze back and then the door clicked shut with a thud.

Deep breaths escaped their lips easily when they where some feet away from the door. They both had been keeping it in.

"I'll go grab my bag and then I'll meet you in your room, okay?" Wilbur asked. Looking Tommy in the eyes carefully holding each other's gaze.

"Alright, Wil. I'll see you later." Tommy said nodding to the brunette in front of him.

The two friends separated and went to their rooms.
Tommy's bag was already packed, since the blond hadn't packed up from their past placement.

Wilbur's bag on the other hand, was already up packed. The brunette had a habit of cleaning when he was stressed.

The nice feeling of knowing everything was in place, that everything was lined and sorted in colors and order made him relax.

But now, it was quite annoying that he had to clean. Because he had to put everything back in the backpack now.

One last zip from the strained bag and it got shoved over his shoulders easily. The light hand that was on his backpack shifted to the door knob and it swung up just as easily.

"Alright, let's do this." Wilbur urged himself before walking into the corridor.

It was dead, nobody was out there. Maybe because it was mid day? Or maybe because this place is just a lot of introverts.

Who knows?

Wilbur took a turn and knock on the first door he saw to the right.
It opened fast and the brunette almost got hit in the face.

"Tommy!" Wilbur scolded the blond as he stepped back from the big object.

"Sorry man, come on." Tommy said wheezing slightly at Wilbur reflex.

The brunette rolled his eyes before walked into the room. Wilbur did remember to close the door after them.
Privacy wasn't that important since nobody was in the corridors, but it felt better with the door closed. It felt safer.

"What do you think Phil is gonna be like?" Wilbur asked as he lightly soothed the soft material of the blanket on the bed before sitting down.

"Well.." Tommy said thinking. "He seems nice to adults. So probably one who'd like to keep everything at home a secret." He shrugged.

The blond sat down next to Wilbur. Crossing his legs to sit more comfortable.

"I hope he is nicer than Julia at least." The brunette tried to speak in a normal tone but it came out much more quieter than he'd wish for it to be.

"Me to, Wil. Me to." Tommy said nodding a long.

"I think Phil's rich to." He added with a smirk. Making Wilbur let out a echo-laugh.

"Nah cause looks at that gold earring he had dude." Tommy said starting in to Wilbur's eye.

The brunette didn't stop laughing. Tommy made it even funnier with the stuff he just added on.