𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

Wilbur ♪sleep over♪

I throw the cigarette into a bucket and put the black n' red lighter into a small crevice under the concrete steps. I know I shouldn't be smoking. I know its bad. I just haven't had one in so long, I couldn't help myself.

I close the back door and walk down the hall into the kitchen. I expect to see Tommy sitting on the sofa but he's nowhere to be found. what the hell. I take advantage of this for a moment to spray myself with some perfume on the counter so i don't smell like smoke.

Honestly, I have no idea were the perfume came from, but i'm not complaining. Its helpful.

"Toms?" I say a bit loud. I don't hear anything. Maybe he's in my room for some dumb reason. I open the door and see tommy talking into his phone. He yells whenever I open the door, stopping whatever he was saying.

"wil, where were-" "why are you in my fucking room?" I say cutting him off. I don't have time to make up any excuses. "Your bed's more comfy" He explains. I chuckle, of course.

I walk towards my bed and sit down beside tommy, crossing my legs. "Hi guys" I say to tommy's phone. "Wilbur says hi" Tommy repeats. I give him a confused look but he smiles and keeps talking.

"Give me your phone" I say. "What? why?" "to read the fuckin'- uh, things they're saying" "oh ok, here" The blonde passes me his phone and I scroll through the tweets.

"Can i play your-" "no"

Tommy sighs, then reads out a question. "Tommy, why are you at Wilbur? Its like midnight" "First of all its 10:14. And, personally, just wanted to ha-" "I kidnapped him"

"Wil!"

I laugh, slapping my knee. "stop cutting me off" He wheezes. "yeah, okay" I say sarcastically and ruffle his hair. "stopppp" he whines, and throws my hand off of him.

I roll my eyes. A few seconds later I silently point at one of the tweets that says "Their brothers your honor". He looks at me, a grin appearing on his face as well as mine. I playfully punch him in the arm.

"dont punch me. I'll get you arrested." "suree you will" He dismisses my comment and goes back to talking to the people. "anyway, lets do a QNA. ask us questions"

The blonde refreshes the page and scrolls through questions. "the crimeboys are doing crime" I chuckle. "yes. yes we are, person. so, so many crimes." "tom," I warn. "whatt? its true"

I look at more questions, "hmm" I hum. "wilbur, is tommy annoying?" I read out. "oh my god yes" I sigh. "what the hell? am not"

"am to"

"am not"

"am to"

"am not"

"...fuck off gremlin" say in defeat. "bitch" "child" He gasps sarcastically. "how dare you" I laugh, and hand him the phone. He moves it away from him and covers the mic with his sleeve.

"where were you earlier?" he whispers. I shake my head. He nods and read out another question. "you said you were taking a break from social media tommy" he sighs, "me and wilbur had nothing to do so i just started this without thinking. This'll probably be the last of my online for awhile"

"damn" I say.

"wilbur, where's your guitar?" "Tommy I swear to god" He giggles. "anger issues much?" "I'll show you fucking anger issues" I joke, laughing. "oh nooo im sooo scared" he sarcastically says.

I wrap my arms around him and pull him towards me. He drops his phone. "what the hell!" He yells. I ruffle his hair a bit more to annoy him. "let me gooo" he protests. The blonde attempts to escape my grasp but fails. "willl" he whines. I laugh.