𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

†lost?♪

Wilbur was sat on dirty carpet that was filled with beer, blood, and other nasty stains. A small glitter disco ball hung from a lightbulb whilst the fan spun at a medium paste.

The room was filled with sounds of laughter and talking over music coming from a speaker. An older guy, whose name was Axel, was laying back in a ugly orange chair with a over half-empty beer glass in his hand.

Wilbur also had a glass beer bottle in his hand, though he didn't remember how it got there. There were other men in the room with Wilbur. faces he did and didn't recognize.

"aye, William" Axel smiled drunkly.

"yeah?" Wilbur slurred.

Axel laughed. "aye, aye, me and you go way back yeah?"

Wilbur hadn't understood a word he said. The music turned from metal to a slow dance song. The brunette took a sip of the beer and nodded.

"aye, aye, yeah see I told y'all yea? yeahhh!"

Wilbur tuned all the chaotic voices out and focused on the shitty music. It was better than whatever Axel was ranting about.

A sour taste sat stubbornly in his mouth, making his mouth water. He swallowed, causing his throat to ache.

The brit looked up to his right and saw two girls sitting on a torn up bed. They were both wearing thin tank tops that were cropped just above their bellybuttons. He also noticed a red bra sitting on a pillow and cringed. Where was his phone?

Wilbur felt in his back jean pocket, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding out whenever he wrapped his hand around the cold case. He brought it up to his face, squinting whenever the screen lit up, brightness at max. He couldn't make out the notifications, at least what they said. A few were from twitter and discord, but he had a few texts from...phil? he couldn't really tell.

He clicked on the notification and it sent him to Text Messages.

Wilbur I'm sorry about everything that went down between you and Tom, your not kicked out. Tommy cant make that choice and you need a place to stay. 7:59pm.

Are you alright? its been hours since you left. 8:43pm

That was all from Phil. He must've fallen asleep, Wilbur assumed. He also had a handful of texts from Tommy, but he couldn't bother himself to read them. Probably just rants about he was a horrible brother- wait, no, person.- friend. horrible friend; how he should just go back home.

Axel was an old friend of Wilbur's. They met at uni during a project in math or geography, hard to remember that little detail.

The teacher had told everyone to get into groups for a presentation, but Wilbur didn't have a partner. Wilbur always sat near the back of the room, and never talked to his classmates much in that specific class, so he had no one to group up with.

Axel, though, wasn't afraid to go up to strangers. And plus, he didn't want Wilbur to be assigned to a shit group of people.

Axel had went up to Wilbur and said, "hey, Wilbur right? Im Axel. You seem pretty lonely not gonna lie, wanna join our group?" he motioned to his friends sitting near the corner.

"uhm, I'll be okay, thanks though." Wilbur said with a hint of nervousness. He didn't wanna be a bother. "hey, well, your welcome any time bro," he leaned closer to the brunettes ear and whispered, "the rest of these people are kinda shit holes, but thats just my opinion," he moved away, standing up straight.

The comment caused Wilbur to snort, a smiling forming on his face. "me and my mates are always willin' to not be dickheads, and actually include you. And plus you could use some mates in this class. So many group projects it'll drive you mad, at least, thats what I heard. Sooo?"