the love club; wilbur soot

eight

wilbur started with coming over every thursday to help watch journey, and eventually offered he would spend tuesdays there as well to help when beatrice began scheduling more lessons. he could tell she was starting to get a bit exhausted but she would leave each lesson talking about how fun it was.

once her thursday lessons were done and journey normally took a nap is when she would have her lesson with wilbur. she always complimented how quick of a learner he was, she just didn't know he already knew most of these things and just wanted an excuse to get to know her.

routines continually became established as beatrice started spending her saturday evenings with her brother. they would all meet up either at her flat or his and the two of them plus journey would have a family dinner. this particular week it was at george's because he had a stream he promised he would join and it would run slightly into their scheduled time.

"thats why i screwed your mom." karl's voice came through george's headphones.

"you can screw his mom all you want because i'm banging his hot sister." sapnap said in a cocky tone.

"you're doing what? she's here, let me just verify with her," george responded as sapnap quickly protested. "b? sapnap said he bangs you. is that true?"

"STOP." beatrice could hear sapnap scream through the headphones.

"nick said that? tell him he can try when that voice stops cracking."

"I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS THERE. I'M SORRY." sapnap screeched.

beatrice couldn't help but laugh. while she was still very anonymous to the internet, she has always been familiar with george's friends clay and nick. before any of their streaming or videos took off, the three would sit on calls and beatrice would swing by george's room to ask for something and then chat with them for a bit.

"okay, i probably need to get off now. bye everyone!" george quickly said as he exited the call.

"sorry that took so long." george said as he entered his kitchen, seeing what else needed help.

"no problem. i think i'm done. would you put journey in her seat?"

george walked to his bedroom where journey was sat on his bed with two of her barbie dolls. she was quietly humming as she made the dolls dance together.

"you ready for dinner?" george asked as he knelt down for her to hop on his back.

"yes!!" journey squealed as she eagerly accepted the piggy back ride, holding on for dear life.

george ran into the other room, making journey giggle as they cut around the corners until he was placing her in her booster seat. beatrice then came by, setting a plate of pasta at each seat and setting some garlic bread in the middle.

"thank you mummy." journey said as she quickly picked up her fork and began eating.

"yeah, thank you, b. you didn't have to do this." george placed his phone down so his sister and niece could have his full attention.

"i wanted to. i like cooking," beatrice nonchalantly replied. "have you been playing with your barbies, j?"

"yeah. this is the one wiwbur gave me."

while journey said this very nonchalantly, it shocked george enough to cause him to choke on his food and beatrice instantly froze.

"wilbur? has he been bothering you? i told him to stay away."

"you told him what? when?" beatrice had anger lacing her words, and george was instantly more reserved.

"i, um, i told him to leave you alone. after i was in their music video and you met him he asked me to connect you two." george stuttered.

beatrice sat up taller in her seat.

"i think i am grown enough to decide who i should talk to and who i shouldn't, george."

"i know you can. i didn't mean it like that." george's cheeks were blushed red in embarrassment.

"you know what," beatrice stood up and unbuckled journey from her booster seat. "i think it's time we get going. tell uncle george bye, journey."

"beatrice please don't do this." george pleaded as he followed the two to the door, journey whining in her mother's arms.

"we'll see you later."

"journey, baby, please. mummy needs you to stop crying." beatrice said in frustration as she turned down the street of their flat, her daughter sniffling in the backseat.

"oh what the hell." beatrice exhaled as she saw a car parked in front of the steps up to her flat. "stay in your seat for just a minute."

beatrice parked and got out of the car in a way that presented confidence, even though she knew she was shaking. once she slammed her door she watched the man stand up from sitting on her front steps.

"you need to leave, christopher."

"i want to see my daughter."