𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

053

wilbur's pov:

i woke up and sage wasn't there.

i hear faint music coming from downstairs.

"AND SHES FALLING ASLEEP!!" tommy screams.

"AND SHES CALLING A CAB!!" sage yells.

"WHILE HES HAVING A SMOKE!" tubbo joins.

they're all singing karaoke on the tv downstairs.

"CAUSE IM MR BRIGHTSIDE!!" they scream.

"what the fuck are you guys doing?" i rub my eyes.

"karaoke, what the fuck do you think we're doing?" tommy replies.

"AND SHES FALLING ASLEEP!!" they scream as the lyrics come back onto the screen.

the song ends and they pick another song.

"crying lightnings on there?!" i point out.

"OMG I LOVE THAT SONG." sage yells.

"i think i know that song." tommy thinks.

"that songs awesome." tubbo agrees.

"it's settled, we're singing it."

"we should vlog it!" tommy sets up his camera.

we click on the video and play it.

"outside the café by the cracker factory, you were practicing a magic trick." sage sings the first part.

"and my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
on the last of your pick'n'mix." i sing aswell.

"said, "you're mistaken if you're thinking that i haven't been called 'cold' before
as you bit into your strawberry lace" tommy joins in.

"then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper
it's all you had left and it was going to waste." tubbo sings whilst dancing a little.

"your past times consisted of the strange
and twisted and deranged
and i loved that little game you had called Crying Lightning" we sing together. "and how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons."

"the next time that i caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
thinking of excuses to postpone." i sing.

"you never looked like yourself from the side
but your profile could not hide
the fact you knew i was approaching your throne." tubbo yell/sings.

"with folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache
atood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war." sage yell/sings.

"and though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
there was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw." tommy sings aswell, looking at the screen cause he didn't know all the words.

and your past times consisted of the strange
and twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called
Crying Lightning and how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
uninviting
but not half as impossible as everyone assumes, you are crying lightning." we all sing in harmony.

"your past times consisted of the strange
twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called," sage sang.

"Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning
your past times consisted of the strange
and twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called Crying.." we sang the last part.

we sing panic at the disco, hamilton, more arctic monkeys, cavetown, and wallows.

"damn it's 3 already." tubbo gasps at the time.