Siren Songs and Cherry bombs

I Wish I Didn't Patrol Today

He is dead to me. I regret ever thinking he was a good person. I take back any nice thing or thought I have ever said about him. He is a bitch and deserves a shallow unnamed grave. In front of me stood Wilbur, who was leaning against the counter looking smug. Scowling at the tall brunette in front of me I crossed my arms.

"Miss me gremlin?" Absolutely.

"No." Wilbur laughed, the laugh seemed to lighten the ache in my chest, wanting to make me smile. Shoving down the feeling I deepened my frown.

"What do you want, Wilbur? This is a café, we won't have the cure for balding here no matter how much you look." Wilbur gave an indignant squawk. Snickering I watched as Wilbur opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

"I'm not balding!" Wilbur stated.

"Denial is the first stage of grief. One day you'll accept it." I retorted, feigning seriousness as I nodded grimly.

"You little gremlin! I can't believe I'm being bullied by a child." I was lucky there were no people in the café at the time or I would have gotten several strange looks.

"I'M NOT A CHILD DICKHEAD!" Wilbur burst out laughing at my reddening face. He just continued laughing until he let out a yelp before he tumbled to the ground and resumed laughing. His high pitched cackle filled the empty café. After a moment I started laughing, leaning against the counter to support myself as I laughed, tears streaming down my face.

As soon as I thought we would finally stop laughing, Wilbur would pull himself up and we would make eye contact and break into laughter again, Wilbur most of the time falling back onto the floor with a thud.

"A-Are you ok?" I laughed out after a particularly loud thud came after Wilbur fell back down. All I got in response was a shaky thumbs up over the counter. Finally after our laughs subsided I took one final gasp of air to calm myself down.

"Ok, Seriously though. What do you want?" Wilbur cleared his throat and straightened out his jacket, his glasses slightly lopsided.

"Hmm... What do you recommend?" He asked.

"Depends what mood you're in. Depending on what time of day or what you're going to be doing." Wilbur raised an eyebrow.

"Don't be getting fancy on me Tommy. It's just coffee." He scoffed. I gasped.

"JUST Coffee! No! This will certainly not do!" Writing down an order on the computer, I began preparing his order.

"Uh oh. I'm guessing you're going to surprise me?" I hummed in confirmation. Wilbur sighed before taking a seat at the counter. I continued working on his drink as Wilbur scrolled through his phone.

It was absolute chaos. Wilbur had no taste, literally. He ended up telling me about that. I proceeded to laugh at him then give him the strongest tasting coffee I had, He proceeded to gag over a trash bin for the next five minutes complaining about the taste. I guess I cured his taste buds... either that or I made them worse... oh well.

It was quite funny. As days went by, Wilbur continued visiting. Everyday, around the same time. He would arrive and ask for the same order. It was nice, having somewhat of a familiar thing to expect everyday. As time went on, I realized that Wilbur weaseled his way to being one of the most important people to me. We started even hanging out outside my shifts. Occasionally we would get dinner together or just hang out at the park. It was stupid, but it reminded me of family, of having someone who actually cared for me. But that's not possible.

I was scrolling through my phone, Wilbur just having left. He had to leave a bit earlier than usual because something happened at work. I hated to admit it, but when he left my chest felt a bit hollow, the day seeming to have grown boring in a mere minute.