𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

Tommy, †decision†

I hang up the call i was on with Wilbur, rethinking my life choices. I run my fingers through my hair and turn on my lamp for better light, because fuck. i cant walk to Wil's in shorts and a shitty t-shirt whenever its winter. or in general.

I pull the shirt over my head and throw it into my laundry basket. I lean forward and look through my clothes. After awhile i decide on one of my pieces of merch. Its black with "Tommyinnit" on the front and a big design of things in the back, and some ripped black jeens. always gotta make sure your lookin' good at midnight.

I know this is the shittiest decision I've ever made. Im basically asking to get killed. My mum's strict as fuck. I've never been allowed to stay at someones house overnight, other than Toby. If i get caught not within 10 feet of my house without permission I can say goodbye to my last paycheck. And life.

I grab my phone and shove it in my hoodie pocket and shut off all the lights after touching up my hair. I stand and look out my window. I haven't planned this far ahead yet. how the fuck am i supposed to jump out of a goddamn window? I'll die.

Seeing as theres no better option, i text Wilbur: So, wilbur, my mannnn, how the fuck do i jump out of a window?

Wil- Why the window?
Me- the side of my house that my windows on doesn't have any security cameras, so it won't see me.
Wil- oh. then jump
Me- WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??
Wil- climb out the fuckin window and jump down
Me- what if i die. i don't wanna go down like that (pun unintended)
Wil- omg. you wont just do it, it's not even a far jump
Me- wgatver
Wil- learn how to spell
Me- 🙄

Okay. I can(not) do this! I clear my throat and open the dusty window up. I put my legs through and sit on the ledge. my legs dangling and the rest of me inside. I twist my body around carefully were I'm now laying on my stomach, feeling like im about to fall out of the window. I grip the edge more carefully and tighter. I slowly lower myself more. soon I'm outside but handing onto the window.

3,2,1.

I crash down on my feet hard, groaning quietly. That was a lot more anticlimactic than I thought it was gonna be. I carefully walk to the fence and jump over it, ducking behind it and speed walking out of the other neighbors yard, jumping their front fence furthest away from my house and jog a bit down the sidewalk before calling wilbur.

"fuck" I sigh, taking a breath. i cant believe i almost forgot to turn off my location. gosh. I keep walking and turn it off, and turning the brightness down.

I dial wilbur. it rings a few beats before he answers and i sigh again.

"wil, im out" i inform. "great, need an uber or something?" "nah. I'll be okay. there's probably no one available anyway. its almost one" I say, almost tripping over a rock. I turn and flip it off. "true. so, I was thinking that maybe the song name could be something like.." Wilbur's silent for a while, so i quickly say, "lets song write whenever i get there, if we're gonna do it over the phone I'll go back home"

"fair." he says. "ill be there in about 10ish" "alright, text me when you get here" "will do."

-

I arive at wilburs lovely abode and text him to let me in. The door opens soon after and im greeted with messy-hair wilbur. We chit chat for a bit while i get settled in and find a comfy place to do whatever we're doing. Honestly i kinda forgot while im here. Music shit i think.

"okay so," I clap my hands, leaving them together upward for dramatic effect, "music shit. right?" I say i bit uncertain. Wilbur nods, and places his phone in his pocket. "right, music shit. so i was thinking something like-" "can i play your guitar?" i ask, interrupting him.

he looks at me. "no. anyway -" "pleaseeeeeeeeee" I beg, giving him "puppy dog eyes". "you can't even play" "and?" "shut up" he jokes. I roll my eyes, and we start brainstorming.

"just finish soft boy" I say laying on my back. I swear all this music shit is gonna kill me. we've been at it for 10 minutes and cant even get a title. "I'll pass" "then, fuckin- i dont know. lovejoy?"

he sighs. "im taking a break from Lovejoy." "WHAT?!" i yell, quickly rolling over and sitting up. "your- why?! Lovejoy's your life! your life goal! dream, even! and your just done with it? you worked so hard tho" When and why the fuck is he stopping Lovejoy? he loves it! its all he does, sometimes.

"Its just getting a bit much. ash is traveling, marks been feeling ill, and joes- doin joe. and I've been unmotivated. we all needed a break so we did. we'll get back at it in a few months. don't worry toms"

I shrug to myself and nod. "okay. for a sec i thought it was done done." "hell no. never" He grins softly.

The rest of the night was basic shit, we did anything but music. if you dont count Wilbur playing his guitar, listening to music, and arguing about which songs are better than other songs.

I yawn. "I'm gonna head out, it was fun! amazing snacks will, and thanks for the waffles" Wilbur smiles at me, gently punching me in the shoulder. "anytime toms" "see ya!" I yell back as i walk to the door, waving. "bye!"

I get out along the side walk and begin walking. I walk a little fast so i can hopefully get there before they wake up. maybe everything's gonna be fine. I'm over thinking it to much. I'll overthink, obviously, but just a little bit less.

I feel a vibration in my pocket. I look up from the sidewalk, barley being able to see my house. "Lets go" I mumble, feeling the cold air brush against me. I might make it out alive.

I pick up my phone and turn it on. Shit.

Mum
Where the fuck are you.