•mature language
//Dreams pov
Tuesday, 3:15 pm
Id been torn between sleep and consciousness, but the buzzing from my bedside desk starts to piss me off after a while.
I lean over and snatch the phone from the table, letting my eyes rest on the screen.
I dont want to answer, the second I see his name lighting up my phone I feel like throwing it out the window.
But it could be important, and if I dont pick up I know ill regret it.
"Hello?"
For a second I think im too late, hes already hung up.
Until I hear his voice ringing through the phone.
"Hey" Wilbur replies.
He doesnt sound angry, he doesnt even sound mildly pissed. In fact, he sounds pretty normal, as if nothing had happened.
"Whyd you call?" I ask him.
"I wanted to know if youre free later" he answers.
I am, id actually been planning on going to his later to find George.
"Yeah, yeah I am, why?"
"I want to talk to you" he says.
Why does he want to talk to me? And how am I going to talk to him without seeing George?
"Oh, yeah, I mean sure" I respond, rubbing my forehead. "Where?"
"My place, anytime today is fine"
"How about now?" I ask, sitting up out of bed.
"If that suits you then sure"
"Alright, give me like an hour to get ready" I tell him.
"What, are you still in bed?" he asks me, chuckling slightly.
"Maybe"
Of course I was, I had nothing else to be doing for the last day and a half.
I hear him let out a small laugh before he returns to the phone.
"Ill see you then"
"Bye" I say, hanging up the phone.
I roll out of bed and wander to my bathroom, getting towels ready, switching on the shower and immediately getting in. I couldnt be bothered to wait for the water to warm up.
I keep the shower short, then getting myself dressed and heading out to the living room.
Sapnap had gone home yesterday evening. Id tried to get him to stay, but he was having none of it. Id made him promise to come back soon though.
Ranboos on the couch, but I dont think he hears me come in.
"Hey, im going to Wilburs" I tell him, walking up behind the couch.
He turns to face me, his eyes worried.
"Will you be okay? Do you want me to come with?" he asks.
"No, ill be alright" I reply, but I dont know who im trying to convince, me or him.
"Are you sure? I can pretend I wanna talk to Wilbur about the band, and then get you alone with.. him" he tells me, avoiding his name.
Maybe he'd noticed how I didnt like saying it right now.
"Thanks" I tell him, screwing up his hair. "But ill be fine, honestly"
His eyes linger on me for a few more seconds, before he drops his stare.
"If you say so, if you need me just call though"
"I will, ill be back soon" I reply, backing away from the couch and turning for the front door.
I hope this will stay short and sweet, I hope in a couple hours time ill be back home with George, and everything will just seem like a bad dream.
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The hallway ive walked down so many times before feels different.
Its not a good different either, I feel uneasy as I come up to Wilburs door.
Im almost afraid to knock, afraid George wont listen to me, afraid Wilburs gonna be pissed.
But its now or never.
I force myself to knock, afraid if I dont do it now I wont do it all.
Im only left waiting a couple of seconds before the door is swung open and Wilburs stood before me.
"Hey, come in" he says, a smile on his face.
I wouldve been glad to see him smiling, that means hes not mad, right?
The thing is its not a happy smile, no, ive known Wilbur for long enough to know his genuine, happy smiles.
His smile is almost pitiful, like he feels bad for me.
"Thanks" is all I manage to muster out.
Im trying to ignore how quiet the apartment is, im trying to ignore my gut feeling right now, im trying to ignore everything about this situation.
He heads into the living room without saying anything, so I follow behind him, unsure of what to say.
I sit on the couch opposite him, balancing my elbows on my knees as I unintentionally crack my knuckles.
Hes not showing any signs of breaking the silence, so I take it upon myself to talk.
"Whatd you want to talk about?"
His eyes flicker from the floor to my face as soon as I speak. He looks unsure, like hes thinking carefully of how to phrase things.
I obviously know what he wants to talk about, but I dont know how else to start the conversation.
"I want to talk about George" he says slowly, like hes still not sure about what hes saying.
"Look id be more then willing, but I want to talk to him first" I tell him, trying to keep my voice steady.
I hope I sound confident, like my normal self. I hope he cant see that im genuinely worried that George wont listen to me.
He doesnt respond, he just keeps the same look on his face as he continues staring at me.
"Where is he?" I ask him, looking around the room.
Yet again, silence.
The only thing I get from him is his stare moving from me to the window.
"Wilbur?"
He never goes quiet, at least not this quiet.
I sit still, listening to what I can hear around me.
The apartment is still soundless.
I stand up from the couch, heading out of the living room and down the hallway.
"George?" I say, pushing open the doors to the bedrooms.
"Dream, come back" I can hear Wilbur say, clearly following behind me.
I dont listen, I continue my way down the hall, shoving open all the doors I can see as I call out his name.
But hes not in any of the rooms, id doesnt look like hes been here at all.
I reach the end of the hallway, and thats when it starts to slowly dawn on me.
Hes not here.
Wilburs stood a few feet in front of me, the same dumb look on his face, like he feels bad for me.
"Where is he?" I shoot at him.
"I was just helping him get what he wa-" he starts, but I punch into his shoulder.
"Where the fuck is he?"
I know Wilbur wont fight back, I know he wouldnt lay a finger on me.
"He didnt want to be here, he wanted time alone" Wilbur responds.
"Just tell me where he is, tell me where he went"
I can hear my voice growing louder and louder. I dont want to shout, I dont want to be a dick, but I cant ignore the anger starting to grow inside me.
"He went home, to London" he tells me, his voice low.
I dont know what id been expecting, but it wasnt that.
"Youre lying, he couldnt of gotten a plane that quickly" I say.
"Im not, I paid the extra money for a late flight" he tells me.
He what?
My stomach is starting to twist into a tight knot.
"But, whens he coming back?" I ask.
For a minute I think he didnt hear me, or he was ignoring the question.
"I dont know if he will" he replies simply.
That felt like a punch in the face.
"Whats that supposed to mean?" I ask, pushing Wilbur back.
He lets me, he doesnt push me back or respond, hes just letting me push him around.
"Do you know how afraid he is of flying?" I shoot, pushing him again.
I can feel angry tears starting to burn behind my eyes.
"Hes probably terrified right now, why would you let him go?" I hiss angrily, pushing him back again.
I think we both know thats not the whole reason im pissed, but hes not stopping me from taking my anger out on him.
"And hes not in his right mind, hes probably emotionally wrecked" I add.
Yet again, he doesnt retaliate.
"Do you not realize what the actual fuck youve done? Hes gone, hes left" I yell, giving him another hard shove.
Now Wilburs hit a wall, but im not finished. My hands wont stop pushing into him. I know none of this is his fault, I know hes just trying to help, but I cant stop myself.
"Why would you let him leave?" I question angrily, my hands hitting his chest.
Hes at least a head taller than me, he could easily put me in my place, but hes choosing not to.
"Why would you let him go?" I shout, my voice growing again, my fists punching into his shoulders harder.
The tears are starting to spill over, I dont know if theyre angry or sad tears anymore. Maybe a mix of both.
I go to hit him again, but this time he catches my wrists in his hands.
I guess hes about to rock my shit, probably use me as a punching bag. And honestly? I dont blame him.
But then he lets go of my hands and pulls me into a gentle hug.
"Its okay" he whispers.
I can feel the salty tears fall from my eyes to my lips, some keep going though, hitting along my jaw.
Before I cave in to the hug I pull away, im afraid he'll see me crying.
He mightve said something else, he mightve asked me to come back and finish talking to him.
But ill never know, im already leaving, the front door slamming behind me.
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