mine/yours

part three - friends

swearing

Wilbur woke up, looking at the time on his phone (he took his watch off to sleep, of course). 07:17. Pretty early. He had enough time to go to the cafe and get something before he had to meet up with Tommy and Tubbo.

He shoved the blanket under his seat, not willing to let either of his friends know that he doesn't exactly live anywhere right now— he'll get an apartment eventually, just not right now.

He gets out of the car, locking it, and walks down towards the nearest cafe. He knows he'll probably get recognised, but he's somewhat hungry, and even though he knows everything essentially tastes like sandpaper to him he still has to eat something, at least.

He's at the cafe for about two hours before he snaps out of his thoughts to a waitress coming to him and asking him if he's going to order anything. He replies that he won't eat anything just yet, and the waitress' face softens before she walks away, leaving him be.

After another hour— it's 09:26 according to his watch. He leaves the cafe, thanking the waitress and exiting.

He walks down the street, planning to go back to his car, but he sees Tommy and Tubbo racing towards him, their faces lit up, happier than ever to see him.

"Wilbuuuuuuuuuuuur!!" Tommy yells, launching himself into Wilbur's arms, hugging him tight. Wilbur winced as Tommy hits some of his bruises and the half-healing cut down his arm, but he hugs Tommy back anyway, ignoring the pains all through his torso and chest.

"Hey, buddy!" Wilbur huffed out, trying to match Tommy's liveliness and failing drastically. Luckily neither of the boys noticed. "Didn't expect you to be out so early,"

"What, you been dwelling in a café again or some shit?" Tommy laughed, letting go of Wilbur's chest after what felt like an eternity.

Oop. That hit... a bit too close to home. "No, of course not, I was only in there for maybe ten minutes?" he lied. He was a very convincing liar, because of his experiences with... her.

"What have you been doing?" Wilbur asked Tommy to break the whirlpool of thoughts he sensed gathering in his mind.

"Shit. ShitTING. Gaming. Being swag. Being pog. You know, the usual." Tommy replied.

"And other shit too, like having fistfights in the living room!" Tubbo added in, a wild grin on his face. Wilbur laughed at this.

"So... what do you want to do?" Wilbur asked.

"Burn shit." Tubbo started, before Tommy spoke over him with "Get something to eat. You look starving, Wil'."

Wilbur snorted, trying to feign casualty. "You always say that. I already ate."

Hey, as long as he doesn't specify when, he's not lying, right?

Tommy squints his eyes and scrunches up his face, scrutinising him for a moment, before shrugging. "Well, Tubs wants a muffin, so you'll just have to come with us. Do you have your car?"

Wilbur internally grimaced at this. It still had his sleeping stuff in the back. "Yeah, I have my car, I'll just need a minute to sort it out."

Tommy nodded and walked with Wilbur to his car. Wilbur hastily shoved his stuff into the corner of the car before Tommy or Tubbo could see it, and he let them into the back seat, closing the door, going around to the other side and starting it. (This is England. Right hand drive.)

And they finally go off to the café.