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wilbur's pov
as i walk closer to the office, i peer through the small window in the door and sure enough, i see a family of three waiting for me.

i hesitated when reaching the door, trying to build up the courage to open it. before i had even decided, the door swung open, revealing mrs. winerva staring at me from the side of the door.

"wilbur come take a seat, you're late." mrs. winerva said sternly, taking a seat back at her desk.

i quietly sat down on the seat farthest from the family, trying to keep my distance and stared at the ground. in my peripheral vision i saw a little blonde boy give me a big smile.

"okay mr. watson, here are wilbur's files from his past homes. i'm sure you've already read through them but i'd like you to take a closer look incase you want to reconsider," mrs. winerva stated as if i wasn't sitting just a few feet away.

i began to pick at my nails and was prepared to zone out, however the man said something that startled me.

"i do not wish to look through his files again. as you said, i already have," the man said trying to sound friendly although i could hear frustration linger in his tone.

"fine, you can introduce yourselves now. i will return in 15 minutes." without another word, she left the room.

"thank god i thought she'd never leave," a monotone voice to the father's right said. i looked up curiously.

the person i assumed as the father looked roughly around 30 and was wearing a green and white striped bucket hat along with a dark green outfit. the boy who spoke before looked only slightly older than me, maybe one or two years and was wearing a white tunic with black leather pants. what surprised me was his hair; it was bubblegum pink.

he seemed to notice me staring and gave me a slight wave.

the final and youngest boy, who looked a few years younger than me was wearing a white polo shirt with red sleeves, paired with beige cargo pants and brown converse.
this family had style.

the father noticed how i had finished analysing all figures in the room, and began to speak.

"hello i'm phil! you must be wilbur." he said with a smile. i nodded not wanting to speak.

"i am the father of both boys, the blonde is tommy, 13. and the pink haired boy is techno, 17."
i didn't react, other than the small furrowing of my brows at the name techno. it was weird.

phil seemed to chuckle noticing my confusion. "i think it's best we properly introduce ourselves. tommy, you first."

the introductions were boring, tommy talking about how he loved girls and the queen? techno was brief and all he said was that he liked minecraft.

i didn't mention anything about myself other than that i highly enjoyed playing the guitar and making music.

after what felt like forever, the headmistress returned and asked if phil had decided. he had.

"i'd like to take him home with me, he seems like a wonderful young man." phil beamed.

now at this, i looked up. the confusion and shock on my face was evident. a foster parent saying something nice about me? that was unheard of.

i packed my things in my bag (after all i only had a few pieces of clothing) and said a quick goodbye to ash and james, expecting to see them again in a few weeks.

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"tommy no. we can't listen to hamilton. we do that every car-ride ." techno said gently grabbing at his brothers collar. we were in the car, and tommy was trying to take shotgun.

"dad, techno's being an ass." tommy protested, trying to escape techno's grip. "why don't we ask wilbur," phil replied with a smirk.

i hadn't really been paying attention to what was happening in the fight, and shrugged.

"awh c'mon man, you must like something!" tommy whined, the thought of hamilton already having left his mind.

"um." a long silence followed as they waited eagerly for my response. "i guess eight by sleeping at last? it's a song i heard a lot about in an old home." i stated blankly.

"sounds good!" phil said, making the decision final. we listened to eight for the rest of the ride, along with a few hamilton songs much to techno's protest.

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nothing too heavy yet, just a bit of fluff and family greetings. it'll get better soon i promise ;)

also my choice for the car-ride song is because it's the song wilbur's lore character is based off <3

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