Tommy absolutely despised it when he was in a vulnerable state.
Tommy hated when Wilbur would bring out his guitar and sing him You Are My Sunshine.
Tommy hated when it was over.
Wilbur was Tommy's brother, and Tommy was Wilburs.
Tommy is the sun,
Wilbur is the moon.
And together, as brothers. They are the earth!
Wilbur loved singing short lullabies to Tommy.
He adored the way his eyelashes fluttered shut.
He sat down his guitar, tucked Tommy in, and left.
"Goodbye ... Sunshine."
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"Tom hurry, youre gonna be late!" His father yelled from downstairs.
"YEAH, YEAH HO- HOLD ON.." Tommy struggled to put on his shoes- like he always does. LISTEN! It isn't his fault that the converse laces are so tight, okay?
He scrambled to get his backpack and books off the bed and ran downstairs.
"Bye mom, bye dad!!" he said to his parents as he grabbed toast and ran out the door-
NONONO-
his bus passed his stop. SHOOT! His parents are gonna be FUMING. It's fine though! Bigman Tommyinnit has never been stopped. So he sprinted
Okay- maybe.. inhale ..that wasn't the.. exhale ..the best option- considering he plays video games for a living... Don't blame him, okay?
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You Are My Sunshine
General FictionWhen Tommy was feeling down as a child, Wilbur would play "you are my sunshine" on the guitar to cheer him up.
