Honest - Sleepyboysinc

Before

Wilbur told her that he liked her the other day.

It was not as expected and he definitely screwed up.

He didn't want to tell her so soon.

Telling her over text is the one thing he regretted most...A LOT!

Nothing really changed over just being friends.

The next day at school, from afar distance, she kept looking over at Wilbur because she was facing towards him while he talked to his friends.

Wilbur and the girl never talked as much, not that he got friend-zoned (Wilbur would hate to admit.), until the one certain day she decided to talk to him.

The one day that turned out to be a whole lot different.

The one day where Wilbur realizes that life isn't a waste but a gift.

Before life has gone to the end of the world, Wilbur was just a guy who covered himself with all different types of people to fill up his loneliest spots, Wilbur was just a guy who has only been able to bring out words of his own through music, and Wilbur was just a guy who went about his everyday life on this rotating planet that passed through the sun and the moon every few hours.

At home, he has two brothers and one parent.

At home, he has a bed where he's able to sleep at night.

At home, he has storage of food where he can feed himself.

At home, he has memories that play over inside his head each time he passes through a room.

Wilbur had a group of thirteen friends who hung out almost every day after school, at his house, at the park, at clubs, at parties, at their own houses.

That thirteen friends became ten and that ten became a total of six friends.

Thirteen people in a group are a lot and there's always a chance something bad will happen.
That's what happened in Wilbur's group.

People date, people break up, people separate.

People avoid, people fight, people separate.

Wilbur knew the risk of that happening one day but they were different.

Their hearts were marked up exactly the same way as his and that's how everyone got along.

They smiled, they laughed, they formed new friendships, they learned.

And then, Wilbur felt the need to shut himself out and fade away from the group. You know, the one he got together. The one he's able to keep positive friendships with those who left.

He faded away but he didn't avoid.

He faded away but he didn't fight.

He faded away but he didn't separate.

At times, when things got too much, Wilbur's heartbeat bumps against his ribs and Wilbur's head gets foggy as those thought bubbles form up in his head.

Scenario after scenario comes and goes.

When he sleeps, they go away.

Before life has gone to the end of the world, Wilbur was at home laying around in his bedroom on his bed, plucking at the strings on his guitar to create a song when his door pried opened slowly and revealed a boy with a tuff of golden locks peeking around the door.

"Wilbur?" Whispered the little boy as he finally opened the door all the way and let himself in.

Wilbur lifted his head off the mattress and viewed his eyes over to the little boy who had bright blue glossy eyes staring right at him in a need for comfort.

Wilbur frowned, laying his guitar gently on the spot next to him, and kneeled down at the boy in front of him. "Tommy? What's wrong?"

Tommy, the ten-year-old, had on a long-sleeved dark blue shirt along with soft black sweatpants as he held onto a stuffed brown bear that had two black eyes.

Every time Wilbur had ever seen Tommy, he always had that bear in his hand around with him. It's an attachment and it seems like he can't let go of it.

Tommy's eyes gazed down at the edge of Wilbur's sweatshirt, "Are you sad?"

"Sad?" Wilbur's frowned face became a scrunch up of confusion. "Why would I be sad?" Wilbur can't even remember when the last time he had felt sad. He wasn't sure how it feels to be sad.

Tommy shrugged his shoulders and after a couple of silence, he asked, "Wilbur?"

"Yes, Tommy?"

"Can you promise me something?"

"What is it?"

"Promise me you'll never leave me?"

Wilbur planted his hands onto Tommy's shoulders and gripped at his shirt. "I promise to never leave you."

Tommy's eyes gaze back up to Wilbur's and continued speaking, "Even in a different world?" Wilbur took his hands off his shoulders and left his arms dangle to the side of his body.

"Even in a different world," Wilbur stated.

Tommy held out his pinky and waited for Wilbur to hook his. Wilbur looked at his pinky and laughed softly to himself and smiled.

"Don't laugh." This time Tommy was frowning.

"Alright, alright. I won't laugh."

"So you pinky promise?"

Wilbur took in a breath and said, "Yes, Tommy. I pinky promise."

*The only vent you will see in a while lmao*

*This is called "Before"
This chapter will not be related to the rest of the storyline unless I decided to change my mind*