𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

Tommy †again†

The sound of a loud buzzing fills my head. I groan and roll over reaching my hand out to turn off the alarm. I sit up and yawn, stretching out my arms.

I stand up and open my curtain to let some more light into my room. I squint my eyes at the beaming sunlight filling up my room, drowning out the prior darkness. I plop back down onto my bed and think about what I was just about to do. Text Wil asking if I can come over, again. Right

I grab my phone and go to discord, I text wilbur asking if I'd be able to go over today and maybe sleep over. After I send the text I glance at the time and see it's almost 11am.

I choke out a quick yawn and let my phone fall onto my unmade bed. My hair feels greasy and flat. I didn't wanna shower today. Hell I never want to until I get in, then I never want to leave. The hot water that falls onto my skin is soothing and calm

I grab some clothes and a towel then turn on the water. I step inside, the almost boiling water covering me. A sigh of relaxation leaves my lips.

After I finish up I dry off and get dressed. Then stare at the few necklaces i have. After contemplating for a while I finally decide on a basic silver one in the shape of a skull and put it around my neck. I grab a black hairdryer and plug it in then begin to blow my hair with hot hair to dry it quickly.

Once I get my hair dry enough to my liking I plop onto my bed and grab my phone. I scroll through a few different apps for a while then end up on TikTok.

After scrolling my cares away I get a text from Wil at 12:46 saying he'd love to have me over again. I grin reply with a smiley face (:D). I keep scrolling whenever i get another text a few minutes later.

Wilbur- so when r u coming over?
Me- uhh idk, whens a good time?
Wilbur - now's good
Me- bett, see yaa
Wilbur- alr, and fyi your not taking any of my clothes

A small chuckle escapes my lips and I turn off my phone before shoving it in my pocket. should I bring anything? i think, looking around my room. I dont really need anything other than my phone, and I can sleep in what I'm wearing.

My top is one of Wilbur's hoodies I stole a few months ago. Its his merch, too. Its brown and has "Wilbur" written on the chest in different colors. I didnt mean to keep it for over a week, but I did and I guess its mine now. And my pants are basic dark blue baggy sweatpants.

I turn off my lamp and walk out of my bedroom, down the stairs, and outside the door without a trase. I walk down the sidewalk once again back to Wilbur's. A chilly gust of wind flows over my shoulders and I shiver lightly.

Once I arrive I walk up to Wilbur's door and knock a few times. I hear faint footsteps approach the other side of the door and soon I see Wilbur peak his head out of the door. "ah, Tommy. come on" he waves me in. I resist a grin and walk inside. my hand surrounds the cold meddle doorknob and the door shuts, then I follow Wil.

"wil" i ask.

"what"

"do you got games on yo' phone?"

"Im going to kick you out. and just fucking kick you." he laughs lightly near the end, ruffling my hair a bit. "you would never" I grab his hand and push it off my head.

The brunette turns and glares at me. "sit down" "okay.." I mumble with a joking shaky breath. "Look," he says, turning his phone towards me after I sit down in a chair across from him once we make it to his living room. "whats that? it looks like.. uhm, oh yeah fanart. Thats the word."

He grins, "I was on twitter before you got here and I saw this cool fanart of me and you on dream smp. I think you'll like it" "I like all the fanart" I say, well, most of it. Wilbur shrugs.

I take a better look at it, theres revibur and me back to back. revibur is holding a fucking gun with bloody bandages around his left hand, and his other hand in his pocket. And a lit cigarette in his mouth.Then theres me holding a bloody axe on my shoulder with my iconic t-shirt. Except it's a hoodie; ripped up and dirty.

"hm, it looks nice. I love the details" I say. "I know right?"

-

I yawn. Its 9:32 and me and Wilbur have mostly been hanging out, playing games, and right now, watching a movie. or at least trying to. We went out once at about 5 for some pizza, but other than that we haven't left wil's place.

"what if we watch wednesday?" Wilbur suggests. "Thats not a movie" I point out  "okay," he continues to look through Netflix. "hm"

"lets watch sherk"

wilbur glances at me, "thats a shit movie" he scoffs lightly. "what the fuck" he rolls his eyes. "lets watch bo burnham" "no" i protest. Wilbur sighs.

"ooh i know what we could do" Wilbur lifts his eyebrows with a hint of curiosity filling his eyes. "what?" "we should do a twitter space!"

"Tommy, no" "pleaseeee," I whine. "whatever, sure. I don't wanna argue right now." he chuckles. I pull out my phone and open twitter. "I'll be right back" Wilbur says. "kay" I click on the twitter space option and title it "with Wilbur??"  and start the space.

I probably should've waited for wilbur because of the title but it's whatever.

After a few seconds people start pouring in. I yawn again and start saying hi to the people listening. "heyoo the people of twitter" I greet. "Wilbur isn't here at the moment, he'll be back sometime. He left and I decided to make the space" I scratch the back of my neck and add, "I wonder where he went"

I look through the tweets of questions and comments on the twitter tag. "Im gonna go to his room. Because why not? His bed is more comfy than the couch anyway" I say.

I stand up and make my way to Wilbur's music cave. "oh my god chat- has he ever described his fuckin' room? its so sick!" I open his door and close it behind me. "Ok so firstly. on the left is a desk with some shit on it right? Then, when you look straight ahead whenever you walk into his room, there's this knee-high book shelf thing. Its filled with books too! Then there's his bed. Its like a king or something- actually, I dunno. Im 17, bed sizes aren't important to me" I laugh and take a breath.

"then theres his night stand, then closet across from that, then beside that is a wall full of posters. Uh- Los Canpesinos, arctic monkeys, the neighboirhood? hm, cool. and some others." I cough and crawl onto his bed. "Oh! he also has this cool light thingy on the floor beside his night stand, its called that right? whatever, anyway"

An unexpected wheeze escapes my throat causing me to cough. "It like- it has multiple color choices and it also moves. Like it waves." I try to describe. "That probably makes no sense" I grab the remote to the light thingy and turn the color to blue mixed with light green. Ah, so cool.

I sigh, and look around his room. "where the fuck did he go? its been like almost 10 minutes or something"