𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

026

Sages pov:

i wake up to not being able to breath very well.
like usually i can't really breathe when wilbur's sleeping on my chest but wilburs beside me. FUCK MY BINDER!!

i slip out of wilburs arms and run to the bathroom.

i take off my tight binder and i breathe a sigh of relief when i can breathe properly again.

i come out, put my binder in my bag, grab my headphones and sit in one of the booths in the bus.

soft music playing from my phone.

"whatcha doing up?" ash asks, sitting down in front of me.

"can't fall back asleep," i pause my music. "why are up up?"

"tommy's texting me, i guess the time difference is weird between brighton and..." ash checks where we're at. "georgia."

"oh tomathy,"

"so what's the real reason why you couldn't sleep?"

"what?"

"i know your lying."

"ummm no what are you talking about?" i pick at my fingers.

"if you don't want to tell me that's fine," he sits back in his chair. "but i just know your lying."

"i'm gender-fluid." i blurt out.

"oh i know that term." he perks up. "good for you."

"i'm a boy right now so i'm binding. i accidentally binded for 17 hours, cause i slept with it on."

"oh ok, that makes sense on why you ran to the bathroom like a gremlin and ran out with an undershirt of some sort.

"yeah-"

"pronouns?" he asks.

"he/they." i smile, happy someone new is accepting. "how about you?"

"he/him. i'm boring cause i don't have a premium membership." i laugh at his joke. "i'm going to try to sleep, you should too. or at least keep your boyfriend company."

boyfriend. he's my boyfriend. no matter how many times i hear it, i can't help but be happy. like. HES MY BOYFRIEND.

i smile at wilbur, he's sleeping so softly.

i curl up next to him and he clings to me, and i smile.

i play with his hair. "i love you." i whisper while playing with his hair.
light brown curls, laying effortlessly on his forehead.

his cheeks dusted with a small blush. mouth slightly parted. he looks handsome.

i lay my head on top of his and hold him in my arms.

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everything happens normally for the next shows after.
meeting fans, singing, signing autographs, taking photos. normal shit.

the last show of the tour, NEW YORK!!

"sage! want to stop at a gas station for drinks?" ash calls out.

"sure," i put my phone in my pocket. "anyone want anything?"

they give their drink requests and i grab my wallet.