At Least Pretend To Love Me

6. Could he ever?

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When Tommy had come into the kitchen Techno and Wilbur had ignored him at first, because why wouldn't they? Tommy was loud, annoying, dramatic, and inconsiderate. Not someone they'd like to spend time with, so when Tommy asked to hang out with them Techno responded harshly while Wilbur just rolled his eyes and huffed a little. To them -probably everyone, right?- his existence was already enough of an inconvenience.

Neither of them noticed how Tommy looked off, even more than usual. He always seemed a bit down, but not this down. But because no one noticed anything, no one did anything and nothing was prevented.

After only a few minutes Wilbur went up to his room to go look for the hoodie he got from the school's music program. He needed it for some group picture with other last years in the program. But when he couldn't find it he figured that Techno wouldn't need it, Phil didn't go through his stuff, and Tommy was also in the program.

Tommy had probably taken it because he'd somehow messed up his own hoodie while being clumsy. Had Wilbur already mentioned that Tommy was clumsy? Tommy was a lot of things if you'd ask Wilbur, it was just really sad that whenever he described his brother he'd only name Tommy's negative qualities. He'd leave out that Tommy was really musically talented and could play any song after hearing it just once, or how Tommy used to make him laugh when they were younger, and how wild his imagination used to be, and when Techno, Tommy and him played in the yard Tommy would always come up with the most elaborate and fun stories to play out. They used to get along so well, but something had changed that. Wilbur blamed Tommy.

When Wilbur busted into Tommy's room, scolding him for taking his hoodie -still without any proof of course- he was insanely confused to find his brother, eyes closed, on the floor next to his bed. The fuck? Was this some trend Wilbur missed out on? He wasn't all that active on social media, so maybe- no, this was just weird.

"Tommy, get the fuck up. Where'd you put my hoodie?" Wilbur demanded loudly, scanning over Tommy's room to find it. Fucking hell, it was a huge mess, even bigger than Wilbur ever remembered. Did this kid clean it, like, ever? And why the hell was there an empty pill bottle on the desk? Was Tommy on medication? Wilbur never remembered Tommy getting prescribed anything, or visiting the doctor for that matter.

"Tommy, get up. What is wrong with you?" Wilbur gave Tommy a small kick in the stomach, making Tommy fall onto his back. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Wilbur rushed to his knees next to Tommy and had his hand on Tommy's neck to check for a pulse.

"Tommy? This is not fucking funny, answer me!" The room remained quiet "Please for fuck's sake, say something?" Wilbur sounded desperate. Tommy didn't move, didn't make a sound. Nothing. "Toms, please- Techno! Get the fuck up here!" Wilbur was screaming now.

Within seconds Techno could be heard rushing up the stairs, first he went to check for Wilbur in Wilbur's room but when he found it empty he realised Tommy's door was slightly ajar. Tommy always closed his door, what was this about then, huh? When Techno heard Wilbur scream his name a second time he rushed into Tommy's room to be met with Wilbur holding onto an asleep Tommy. Why was Tommy sleeping on the floor?

"Why's he on the floor?" Techno asked, keeping his distance and looking around the room to figure out what happened.