Jubilee Line- Wilbur SootxEnby (non-binary) reader

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"Y/N!" He shouted, opening his arms for a hug.

"George!" I matched his excited tone and stepped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"You're early," He grinned, taking a step back from me.

"Actually, I'm not. I told you I would be here at 4:30 so I could start cooking."

George furrowed his brows and started going through his phone, obviously looking through our messages. "When did you say this?"

"A few hours ago, I texted you?"

"Did you dm me or text me?"

"I texted you, I didn't have enough connection to dm you."

"Oh, ok, that makes sense."

I could tell he switched apps, meaning he was just going through our Twitter dms.

"I never dm you on Twitter, your inbox is wayyyy too busy."

"Fair enough," He muttered, "Do you want to go ahead and start? I have a few people I want you to meet."

"Sure, go ahead and invite them. Are any of them allergic to anything?"

He shook his head, "Not that I know of."

I walked out of his room and down to the kitchen again and began to collect everything I needed to make Baked Ziti (If you're lactose intolerant or anything just substitute this with something else and skip over the cooking part).

As I coated the pan in sauce I could hear George talking to someone from down the hall.

"Yeah, she's making food so don't get any. Do you know what time you'll be here?"

I shook my head and went back to putting everything in the pan and put some meat on the stove. The oven began preheating to 350 (I have no idea what temperature Ziti is supposed to bake at don't @ me).

"That sounds good, who all are you bringing again?"

After I finished up the first layer of cheese I leaned against the counter and started going through my TikTok page. Not even a second later a familiar face popped up on my page, screaming about an m&m... and then an egg... and then a pigeon... just, a lot of screaming. Then a different voice that I also recognized spoke. Tommy?

"Wilby I-"

"Did you just call me Wilby?"

Already knowing where this was going to go I turned down my volume, just in time so that Tommy's shouts of denial didn't burst my eardrums. He definitely said Wilby.

I put my phone down and took the meat off of the stove, immediately scooping it into the pan and spreading it out. The oven beeping, signifying that it was done preheating. I put on the last few layers of cheese and slid the pan into the oven, proceeding to turn on a timer.

George walked into the kitchen and stood by me, just watching me.

"What?" I asked, "Do you need something?"

He simply shook his head and said, "Get dressed up, it would be funny."

"What do you mean?"

"Dress fancy." He stated, a smile spreading on his face.

"Why..?"

"It would be funny."

"How would that be funny?" I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter again.

"I don't know, my friends aren't expecting you to dress fancy."

"I'm not going to get dressed up. I'll just stick to what I'm wearing."

I was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.

"No, no. At least look cute. Not like you could do that anyway." He teased.

(insert suit, here, idk I'll probably put a picture or something)

I rolled my eyes in response.

"I got you something to congratulate you. That's why I want you to dress fancy."

He handed me a plastic bag (Y'know that white plastic bags you get in the mail that have clothes in them? One of those).

"What's in it?"

"Open it."

I opened it and unfolded a (insert suit, here, idk I'll probably put a picture or something).

I smiled at him, "Thank you, George."

He shrugged, "I thought you would like it."

"I'll wear it tonight," I confirmed, mostly to myself.

What I didn't think through was that I was going to wear an extremely fancy suit in front of a bunch of strangers during a casual celebration.