You'll never see the real me

°Chapter 12: Tommy Time°

Part two

The idea for this chapter was given to me by Leoneeds1help!
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°Third Pov°

Tommy frantically cleaned his house, wanting it to be clean and tidy for when Ranboo came over.

As Tommy was cleaning his living room, he heard a knock at the door and quickly went over.

"Ranbo- Oh, you're not Ranboo," Tommy says as he stares at Wilbur. "No, I'm not Ranboo," Wilbur says, a smile on his face.

"Why are you here?" Tommy asked, putting his hands on his hips.

"I'm here to help you with your flying, remember," Tommy's eyes widened, and he let out a groan. He had completely forgotten that every Monday and Friday, Wilbur or Phil would come over to help him with his flying.

"Can you come back tomorrow? I'm in the middle of something right now." Tommy says.

"Tom, you're the one who agreed to this, and no, I'm not leaving. What are you doing anyway?" Wilbur says as he looks behind Tommy and into the avian house.

"It's none of your business, ghost boy!" Tommy says. "Yeah, alright, can you let me? My umbrella can only do so much against the sun, and your house is right underneath it." Wilbur says, tucking his his leather wings tighter against his back and curling his bony tail around his ankle.

"Ugh, fine, come in," Tommy says, letting the phantom inside.

"Wow, have you been cleaning?"

Wilbur asked as he stepped inside, closing his umbrella and setting it down by the door.

"Yeah, I just thought it would be nice to clean up a bit,"

"Uh-huh," Wilbur turns a smile on his face. "Were you cleaning your house because you were expecting Ranboo to be here." Wilbur says teasingly.

"Wha- no!" Tommy says, crossing his arms.

"Oh, my gods, you totally were!" Wilbur says, a mischievous smile on his face as he goes over and ruffles Tommy's hair. "Oh my, is my baby brother trying to impress the moody prince."

"Willlll, stop!" Tommy says, pushing Wilbur back. "And stop calling me your baby brother. we're not even related."

Wilbur just laughed.

"Whatever you say, do you need help?" Wilbur asked.

Tommy nodded. "Yeah, I have a lot more stuff to clean up the I originally thought."

Wilbur nodded and started to help Tommy clean his house.

Hours later.

"Gods Tom, why are there so many feathers everywhere?" Wilbur asked as he picked up the 20th feather that day.

"There my feathers, and they just fall off sometime." Answered Tommy.

"And you don't pick them up when they do? Tommy, your house is full of feathers. Might as will be a chicken coop." Wilbur says, mumbling the last part, but Tommy still heard him and threw the rag he had at the phantom.

"Shut up, Wil." Tommy scowls and crosses his arms and turns to look at the clock, seeing that it was almost mid day.

"If we're done, can you go now? I don't know when Ranboo will get here. But I don't want you to be here when he does."

Wilbur rolls his eyes, a smile stretched across his ghostly pale and blue tinted face. "Sure, Tommy." Wilbur says, walking towards the door and grabbing his umbrella.