your city gave me asthma // Wilbur Soot

eleven

"Best birthday breakfast I've ever had." Wilbur grins, drinking from his glass of wine. "First drink I've had legally. Doesn't taste as good anymore."

"First act of being 18: get a tattoo of my face on your ass." Matt chuckles, while Olivia and Marie roll their eyes.

"It's never happening." Olivia tells him.

Marie steals a piece of his bacon. "Give it up." She looks at me. "Matt has been begging for Wilbur to do that since we were all 14. It's ridiculous,"

"I think he should do it." I smile, biting my lip. "Matt on one cheek, me on the other."

"You're my new favorite!" Matt says, giving me a high five as we laugh.

"I'm your girlfriend." Olivia says, mouth wide.

Matt blushes and goes to kiss her, but she turns her head, getting a kiss on the cheek instead. "And I love you very much."

"Mhmm," Olivia groans. "Whatever. Let's give Wilbur his presents."

Wilbur cheers as we clear the table of plates and instead fill it with our gifts and cards.

"My present for you is the trip." Matt tells him. "And I'll pay for the tattoo if you ever get it."

"Thanks, Matty," Wilbur chuckles, reading both of Olivia and Marie's cards and opening their gifts. Olivia got him a new flannel, the color perfect for his skin tone. Marie got him a cute framed picture of all of us. Finally, he grabs my card and large box, making me nervous. He grins at me before opening the card, his eyes scanning the writing.

Wilbur! My dear Wilbur! My handsome and precious and hilarious Wilbur!
In the small bit I've known you, you've simply won me over. You never fail to make me smile, or blush, or laugh. I'm so insanely thankful you've come into my life, and I'm so excited for the time ahead of us. Thank you for the hugs and kisses and cuddles and blessing me with your beautiful music, which you better start releasing soon, or I'll have to do it for you. I think it would be pretty cool to say my boyfriend is a rock star.
~ Skylar

Wilbur holds up the small drawing I added, a sketch of him playing guitar. He gives me a kiss and pretends to wipe away some fake tears.

"Beautiful. Thank you, Sky."

"Now open your present!" I tell him, handing him the box knife, smiling with excitement.

"Alright, alright,"

I watch as he cuts through the tape and opens the flaps of the box. His eyes widen and his jaw drops as he sees the guitar case.

"Skylar," He whispers.

"Open it up," I giggle, wrapping my arms around his shoulders from behind him.

He does so, slowly, revealing the beautiful, baby blue electric guitar. I don't know much about guitars, but I know this is the one he's been eyeing his entire life. It's rare and expensive, but I found a way to make it happen.

"Skylar," Wilbur says again, running his finger over the guitar. "Skylar. Oh my God. Are you joking?"

"Damn," Matt mutters, staring at the beauty.

"Skylar, I can't accept this. I know how expensive this is. You have to get a return."

"Don't worry about it." I tell him, placing a kiss on the side of his neck. "Just enjoy it."

"This is, like, two thousand dollars!"

"Chill out!" I grin, my lips pressed against his skin. "It's no big deal. Claire's dad owns a guitar shop in New York and was able to get it for a really good deal. I promise, this isn't hurting me. Just accept it and write some beautiful songs for me."