mine/yours

part five - her

AAAAAAAAAAGGHH. 
swearing
debating self harm

WILBUR'S POV

They arrive at Tubbo's favourite cafe, and he lets Tommy and Tubbo out of the car.

"I'm not going in." he says quietly, similar to the voice he used to use when acting Ghostbur.

Tommy looks at him, puzzled, but shrugs and brings Tubbo inside. Wilbur sighs in relief that Tommy didn't see right through him and gets back into his car.

Piss.

He sighs and pulls the razor out of his cup holder, contemplating whether or not to do it, and suddenly Tommy materialises out of the café again. Wilbur lets out a small 'yeep!' and shoves the blade back into the cup holder before Tommy sees it.

They hop in the back— Tubbo with an English muffin and Tommy with a Coke. "Tubs, don't drop your crumbs anywhere. I don't have enough coins in the car to pay for a car vacuum again."

Tubbo nods and pulls down the middle seat's cup holder/table thingo. Tommy puts his Coke into the cup holder and Tubbo puts his muffin onto the table and eats it over it, finishing it in seconds and brushing the crumbs into his hand, before getting out and putting them into the bin.

Suddenly Wilbur sees something across the road from him that purely terrified him.

Her.

Wilbur let out a quiet sigh, and quickly started the car. "Put your seatbelts on, boys. I need to go."

Tommy looks at him, scrutinising him again, then slams his seatbelt in, closely followed by Tubbo, and Wilbur starts up the car, quickly shifting into Drive and speeding off down the street. He knows he's definitely speeding and almost definitely scaring the boys— he sees her notice his car speeding off and gives him a death stare in the rear view mirror— and then she's out of sight, and he's safe.

"What was that all about?" Tommy demands, nothing Wilbur's glances in the mirror.

"Just saw someone I don't like." he said quietly, a half-truth. He continues staring straight ahead until he reaches the beach, and he sighs in relief, parking the car.

"Wilbur, you've been acting real weird. There's blankets and a pillow in the back, you're not leaving the car, you shoved something into that cup holder when we came out of the café, you're stressed, you're quiet, you're not right. What's wrong?" Tommy said, a look of genuine concern on his face.

"Nothing's wrong." Wilbur lies blatantly, and gets out of the car.