||lost and found||

Chapter 12: vintage house

Phil finally entered the streets of L'manburg.

They had been driving for around five hours.
The ride was silenced between the boys but the radio kept playing and singing in the background.

The adult glanced to the mirror to see Tommy's head on Wilbur shoulders with closed eyes and Wilbur had his own head placed softly on the blond's curls.

'Aww'
Phil thought as he smiled at the sight of the two boys cuddling.

They where both sleeping, so he drove up to the driveway easily and parked the car. The car let out a purr noise and then a final huff before going quiet.

He stepped out of the car and closed the door, walking around to Wilbur's car door and opening it.

"Hello," Phil said, "It's time to wake up."
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Wilbur heard soft noises in the back of his head. A small groan escaped his lips before he tried to open his eyes.

"Hello," the person had repeated.

His eyes where heavy when he opened them fully. He was met with looking right into Phil's own sky-blue eyes.

The brunette, out of surprise, had immediately shot straight up, banging his head to the car's roof. His eyes shut tightly and his shoulders rose by the pain that started to consume his brain for movie to quickly and hitting his head.

The arm that didn't have Tommy's head on, went to smudge the place he hit as he fearfully looked up to Phil again.
Wincing when he was meet with a frown.

Even tho Wilbur didn't move the arm Tommy was on, the blond had already started to wake up. He had tiredly opened his eyes by the quick movement of Wilbur's shoulders.

The blond had blinked once, glancing at Wilbur questionably, twice, shifting his attention to the adult's face and trice for him to finally realize the situation.
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Phil watched with a frown as Wilbur hit his head. The brunette softly patted his own head trying to soothe the pain away.

He realized it must of hurt a lot, since the teenager had let out a wince when he met Phil's eyes.

The brunettes eyes was carried with fear as it darted between Phil's blue eyes.

"Where so sorry for falling asleep, sir." The blond had mumbled out, looking down to the ground.

Phil's eyebrows pinned together in confusing as he stepped aside for the two boys to leave the car.

Why did they apologize for falling asleep?

"Uhm, it's okay." Phil had forced out. He wasn't sure if it was the right answer.

But on the sight of seeing how the boy's shoulders tensed, it probably wasn't the right thing to say.

(𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚?)

They went around the car, up to the front of the house. Phil had locked the car and picked up the key to the front door instead.

The two teenager boys standing behind him with their heads down. Breaths questionably quiet and slow.

"Ehrm.. alright." Phil said aloud to gain their attention.
For maybe a split second, they met eyes, only to stop as quickly as they started.

"This is my house." He continued, gesturing with his hands to the inside.

The teenagers nervously glanced up to look at the place they'll be spending the next weeks (¿months?) in.

Shock entered their body's like rockets.

They did indeed not expect to see a tidy house. The kitchen and living room being next to each other in front.

The place looked well taken care of. Filled with wooden style and plants with flowers and pretty leaves placed everywhere.

The kitchen had a counter with chairs around it. The right side was the wall cornered by the fridge and drawers.
On the left side was the dinning table, placed with two chairs on each side.
Next to the dinning table was a tv room, it had a comfy looking yellow sofa with yet another vintage-style coffee table. The tv on the wall was placed and off.

They stepped inside the house, taking of their shoes. And Phil hung his jacket up.

On the right to them was a staircase leading up to the upstairs. Behind the stairs was a hallway with bathroom. Next to the bathroom, in the corner, was a laundry room.
And on in front of the laundry room, on the exact other side across the whole room was Phil's bedroom.

A shaky sigh released Wilbur lips when he saw how dangerously close Phil's bedroom was the front door and the kitchen.

Phil continued to tour them to the upstairs.

Left to the stairs was a bathroom, and right next to the stairs was a bedroom. It was softly painted with yellow walls and a twin-sized bed pushed up right next to the door. In front of the door was a desk and chair.
The whole house seemed to be very forestry and vintage.
The closet was on the right side of the desk into the wall.
Fake leaves covered the ceiling.

On the left side of the desk was a door. Phil said it led to the room right next to the yellow bedroom.

Next to the yellow-ie room was a room with orange theme. The walls was painted orange-gold and looked aside from that, identical to the other bedroom.

In front of the orange room, right across the whole upstairs, was another bedroom. Looking identical to the other ones but with red painted walls. Blood alike, even so.
Making the teenagers shiver at the red blood color.

The space that wasn't bed/bathrooms had a big table with comfy chairs and beanbags. One side was full of books and the other one had a piano and two guitars. Electric guitar and a ukulele.
The walls here was painted in a beach colors.

A big flower plant of calendulas was placed besides the bookshelf.

Phil turned to the boys and smiled. "Pick whatever room you'd like from up here, dinner will be around six. But don't worry, I'll call you guys down." The man had informed. And the boys faces went from nodding to confusion. Why would he call? Didn't he trust that they'd be making dinner early enough?

Tommy turned to look at Phil and zoomed back to reality immediately by the sight of Phil's lips still moving. "—So you boys can settle in." The man had said.

"Yes, sir." Wilbur and Tommy had said in sync. Looking down to the hard, wooden floor nervously.
It creaked and then small steps could be heard walking down the stairs.

Tommy nervously looked up.

"Wil?" The blond asked quietly.

"Hm?" The brunette shifted his attention to Tommy's eyes. Looking deep into the glimmering, meaningful, dark-blue eyes of his (¿brother?) 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅.

"Can my we have the bedrooms next to each other?" The blond had asked, his body shifting nervously from leg to leg.

Wilbur smiled softly at him, his smile sending comfort and reassurance to the younger one.
"Of course." He said.

Tommy and Wilbur shared a smile before walking into their own rooms. Packing up the clothes and stuff for it to look nice.

It didn't take long until the door knocked and Tommy came inside for some company.

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