"James.. I have to go back home.." Tommy said to James, waking him up at 5:46 in the morning, the dew on the glass window stayed, and the sun peeked through the hills. "What. Tom what are you on about?" James's raspy voice spoke, "Mom called,, she wants me home.." he re-adjusted the bag he had over his shoulder "you're serious..?" "I'm not over 18,, she's my guardian she has the right to order me to go home. She could sue you for keeping me here.." James's breath hitched. "I'm sorry.. I am." "You can't leave.. Tommy please don't leave. Stay. Stay with me.. if i have to go to court i fucking will." Tommys palms were sweating "a-are you sure??" "Fuck yeah. Mate I can't lose you." Tommy smiled, James went over and ruffled his hair, Tommy rubbed his arm, picking at some blemishes on his pale freckled skin. He remembered how his mom would kiss each small dot on his arm, and how she would call him a cookie. His stomach churn and groaned at the thought. The hair on his arms stood up. James held Tommy close and just hugged him, "for being 16 you are worryingly tall" james muttered, a soft laugh escaping his mouth. Tommy was around James's height, only a few inches shorter. "Hey.. is Wilbur coming back..?" James knew that he probably wasn't. Or at least wouldn't be for a long time. But he didn't wanna damper Tommys hope. "Yeah.. soon toms, soon." Tommy softly smiled. The thought that Wilbur would come back made him happy. As much as he was mad at wilbur, he didn't care he was happier with him.
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"Hey babe?" Marco said, walking into Wilbur's room, "hm? What's up Marc?" Marco lent against the door frame "why,, why do you stay with me?" Marco looked down at the wooden floor. "Honey.. because I love you." Marcos fist clenched "no.. no you love him!! You love James." Wilbur got up and ran to him, wrapping his hands around Marco tightly "no no. I love you. I'm here. I'm not leaving." He cooed into his ear softly. "Promise..?" Marco held out his pinky, as corny as it was, Marco didn't care. He needed reassurance. "Always." Wilbur entwined his finger around Marcos "thank you." He held his head against Wilbur's head, happily smiling.
Wilburs phone started to ring and buzz, vibrating on the wooden desk in the room, Wilbur didn't pay any mind to it, but when the call ended and suddenly came on again he knew he must've been important. When he picked up the phone, a lump formed in his throat, on the phone it read "James :3" the contact Wilbur had for James.. he accepted the call, his heart pumping in his ear and his hands sweating an entire pool. "Hello..?" Wilburs voice was dry and he took a deep breath "hey, will.. I'm sorry for calling but I really need you right now. I do. If you could come home.. for even just a little it would mean the world to me, and Tom especially." James's voice was unsteady and sounded like it was second guessing itself. Wilbur swallowed hard. A lump of saliva going down his throat like a waterfall jammed by a rock. "I'll consider." Wilbur managed to say, his hands shaking. He quickly hung up, turning his heel and running back into Marcos arms. Crying. The tears flowed and flowed. His heart ached. He wanted to cry loudly but it felt like there was thorns on his throat. Thorns only there to haunt him.
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So sorry for the slow slow updates im really struggling and school is also bad. I wish I had more energy, I'll try to get more up, but here's this filler chapter to keep you guys entertained:3
