I am now realizing I should flip tommy and wilburs roles but ive made to many tommy angst books so TIME FOR SOME MINOR WILBUR ANGST MMM
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tommys pov :
I wake up at 6:00 a.m. and get ready for school. I arrive 15 minutes earlier like everyday, I sit in my last class waiting for the bell to ring. Finally it rings and we're dismissed. I wait for Wilbur by the gates. He finally arrives and we start walking through the path in the forest like always. I put in my earbuds and listen to music, so I won't have to walk in this awkward silence.
"Tommy you look very skinny" Wilbur snickers.
"That's what happens when your Father put you on a diet and barely lets you eat unless he gives your permission to eat, and Father thinks i'm over weight." I reply.
"why'd you even agree to the stupid diet?" He asks kicking a rock, he is walking behind my like always.
"I didn't really have a choice, I also didn't want to let Father down." I say turning my music back up. The rest of the night goes per-usual, I go home, shower, eat this shit salad, have to make wilbur food, study, and sleep. Tomorrow is my birthday it is also a Saturday. woohoo... Wilburs birthday is close to mine its 7 days after mine. On a Saturday.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM!" I hear Father yell, which is the first thing I hear in the morning, I force a laugh.
"we have people coming round' soon so get ready!" He says with a smile, I nod in response.
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after getting ready
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I leave my room after getting ready.
"I have to go get some stuff for the party, so um, clean the house and make sure to wash the tables." Of course... I got to clean the house on my own birthday.
"yeah of course." I say, waving him bye. I start cleaning the living room and the kitchen, when Wilbur comes out his room. He says nothing to me.
wilburs pov :
Tommys birthday is so shit, I'm like a ghost, and when people do notice me, it's because Dad is comparing me to Tom. I walk out my room to see Tommy cleaning the house. I just stand there saying nothing, this is pretty normal, Dad makes Tommy clean the house all the time.
Tommys pov :
I finish washing the tables, I go to take a shower now, wilbur has slipped back into his room, which I know he will probably be there for a while. Me and wil kind of just live our separate lifes, we don't really get in each others way. I know my birthday is just a day where Father can brag about me to these people I barely know, I rather be spending my time with Wilbur. I throw on a jumper and I put my black rubber back on my wrist. I lay in bed until I hear dad get back, and people start arriving I then leave the room.
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45 minutes later
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it has been almost an hour, I flick my rubber at my wrist, pulling it back far enough and letting go. Which I probably shouldn't have done it on my wrist, because normally I go somewhere private and do it on my upper arm, but i'm stuck out here till they leave, i'm sitting at the table, I can tell somewhere on my wrist is bleeding, so I stop, my leg is bouncing, up and down, I bite my nails, Wilbur came out his room, he's also sitting at the table, the adults are talking, I begin pulling on the rubber and letting it go even though my wrist is bleeding already. Wilbur grabs my hand and stops be from continuing pulling on the hair band. I look at him, giving him a confused look. No response, instead I can feel him slipping the hair band off my arm, I try to stop him, but he gets it off my arm.
wilburs pov :
I pull the hair band off his arm, and I notice, theres something red on my fingers, I move the hair band to my other hand, and the red follows it, then it clicks in my head. It's blood. I grab Tommy by his arm, taking him to my room. He has a confused look on his face, but I search for bandages in my drawers until I find some. I grab a cloth, and put some rubbing alcohol on it,
"roll your sleeve up."
"why." I sigh and roll his sleeve up. I put the cloth on his cut and clean around it and on it, he hisses.
"ow, piss off wilbur!" He says,
"just a second god, d'you want it to get infected?" I ask, putting on bandages, he rolls his eyes and leaves. Whatever.
(I'm pretty sure you can not bleed from a hair band on your arm and pulling on it a lot, it will on cause bruises if you do it a lot but wattpad logic)
Tommys pov :
I had snook the hair band back, and I put it on my other arm.
"tom come here!" Father shouts from the crowd of adults, and I quickly go out to meet father.
"Father I was hanging out with wilbur can I-"
"Wilbur? The one in that room, I haven't seem him come out once? Is he okay?" A man asks. Father sighs.
"he's just being his usual self, he shuts himself out of the world and avoids other people, that's what he does all the time. Tom just leave him alone. It's like he doesn't want to live but he can't bring himself to die either!" Father laughs and so does the man, I frown and run to my room, mad at Father.
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later.
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every one begins leaving. It is now evening. All I got were some rubbish things like books or clothes or stationary stuff. Nothing I actually wanted. Which I only wanted was for me and Wilbur to be somewhat actual good brothers.
third person :
the rest of the day goes like every other day, nothing had changed, he didn't get cake, nothing like that. Just his normal salad. He took a shower and head off to bed.
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Im lazy so next chapter were skipping 7 days ahead.
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FanfictionTommy is the 'golden child' whilst Wilbur... Well, he's the opposite he gets horrible grades and is very immature. Wilbur has always disliked Tommy because his dad favourited Tommy more and always bragged to people about Tommy. Tommy on the other ha...
