CHAOS

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Trigger Warnings:
~ Swearing
~ Shouting
~ Panic attack
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By the time Phil and Tommy made it home, they considered their 'breakfast' as more of a brunch.
Techno was busy reading - Tommy had snuck a glance at the odd blood-red cover and immediately shied away as he read "The Art Of War"- and Wilbur was casually making a sandwich. His head shot up as he heard the rustling of keys from the door, then the whiplashing loudness of Tommy. He sighed.
"No more peace and quiet..." he whispered dejectedly to himself.
Soon enough, Phil and Tommy had made their way into the kitchen.
"Hiya mate!" Phil grinned. He walked over to the island where Wilbur was finishing up his sandwich making, and placed a warm hand on his shoulder, before going to the sink and pouring himself a glass of water.
The air, to Wilbur, was filled with awkwardness; his and Tommy's interactions had never been nice. He needed an escape, so he left his sandwich unsliced and quickly made his way upstairs, nodding towards Phil slightly as he left.

Wilbur closed his door with a sigh. He knew the teen would be there for a while, but he couldn't bear to dwell on that thought.
He grabbed his guitar from the corner of his room, smiling slightly as he felt the smoothness of the wood, the sharpness of the strings. Sighing contently, he sat down on his little bean bag and began strumming randomly, adjusting the strings. Once the guitar was tuned correctly, he was just about to begin playing when a knock came from the door.
"Come in!" Wilbur shouted. The door creaked open, and light footsteps traipsed into the room. Wilbur was, surprised, to say the least, as he heard none other than Tommy from the doorway.
"Uh, Phil asked if you wanted a- IS THAT A MOTHERFUCKING GUITAR?!" He screeched, sprinting over to the bean bag. Wilbur sighed a sigh laced with annoyance.
"What else would it be? A fucking kazoo?!" This earned a giggle from the teen. Wilbur couldn't help but smile a little, but he'd never admit that to Tommy.

The brunette hesitantly ushered Tommy to sit next to him, which he did so gratefully.
"Wow you play?" The teen asked in pure wonder.
"Yep."
"What songs can you play?"
Wil paused for a moment. "I uhhh... I make my own-"
"THAT'S SO COOL WHAT THE FUCK?!" Tommy was practically beaming, his eyes were lit up and wider than previously thought possible.  All Wilbur did was laugh as a response. A small silence settled upon the room for just a moment, where all rivalry from before had officially been forgotten.
"Ughhhh okay, I've needed someone to hear my latest songs. I'm making an album," he explained to the younger. "Do you want to listen...?"
"I would love to hear your shit songs Wilbur." Tommy flashed a toothy grin.

The two were clearly more brotherly than they realised.

"The album is called 'Your City Gave Me Asthma'."
Tommy simply nodded in reply, intrigued by this new side of Wilbur. Said brunette smiled slightly as he readied his guitar.

[ ~ Time skip ~ ]

"That was the last one." Wilbur stated with a hint of anxiety, staring hopefully at the teen in front of him.
Tommy was taken aback at how well he could sing and play, and as much as he disagreed with Wilbur, he had to admit he was talented. But he still kept his poker face on in hopes of keeping the brunette on edge.

"...so?" Wilbur asked expectantly after a minute of silence. Admittedly, Tommy had zoned out, forgetting about Wilbur's personal performance he'd just experienced. He shook his head in an almost cartoony way and looked back at Wilbur, this time with a huge grin.
"You're good, I'll give you that." He remarked, glancing back at the wooden guitar with interest. "How long have you been working on that?"
"Well," Wilbur chuckled slightly before continuing. "Overall about 6 months? That's how long everything took to make."
"That's, uhhhh... dedication..." Tommy began fidgeting - he was never able to stay in one position for long - and Wilbur noticed.
"If you want to leave, you can-"
"Teach me."
The words shocked Wilbur. He'd never taught anyone before. If you don't count himself. He sighed, weighing up the possibility. It could get them closer, but what if Tommy suddenly left? He'd had problems with attachment issues before. But he shook that off, knowing that was all from a silly school club with a funny name - L'manburg.