This is Wilbur centric, just to pass time before I can get into other shit with Tommy- This is when Wilbur left the house.. It's a long one-
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Wilbur closed the door behind him, walking down the street. The smile he had on in the house quickly faded, as his shoes made soft noises on the concrete.
He took deep breaths, trying to cool his nerves. The truth was since they had met Tommy, he's never been more scared. Not in a bad way, if that makes sense.
He truly was happy to have another brother, and he was happy they got to give Tommy a home, but it's like Tommy is ready to stab him and run off. Wilbur could take the kid, he's stronger after all, but the look in Tommy's eyes always screamed more emotion then what he lets on.
It's like a book, to Wilbur. He sees the child's eyes- even if it's for a moment- and can read it all. Every emotion. This stuff was always easy for Wilbur to do, like it was some sort of gift that nobody else in the house has.
And every time he sees the same emotions.
Fear, sadness, curiosity, and rage.
The rage scared him. The pure rage that the kid has scares Wilbur to death, like he might do something. He was pretty sure Tommy wouldn't so anything, but at the same time, the lady that talked to him and Phil while Techno was talking with Tommy said some shit.
"He's a trouble kid, I'll tell ya. He's been back here for what feels like a hundred times.. he got into a fight with a kid named Sammy, so are you sure you wanna go through with it?'
The woman's warning put Wilbur on edge, but always kept a smile on around them. Now that he's alone, and going to his best friend, he doesn't need to wear that facade.
Wilbur was at Schlatt's very often. And when Wilbur was stressed and on edge, like right now, Schlatt would get him high. Like what they say, it does relax the hell out of you. Sure, Wilbur knew it was wrong to smoke or vape while underage, but he doesn't have a lot of options.
And this option worked the best.
soon enough, he arrived at his best friends house. He walked in, without knocking, as for his family as used to him.
"Hey Wilbur.. getting stoned with Schlatt up there again?" The mother of Schlatt looked at the brunette male.
You might be asking, 'but author, what does Schlatt's parents think? Why don't they tell Phil?'
Schlatt's parents are also stoners. And they've been doing it since 13, so obviously Schlatt was exposed to it, but they understood not telling Phil. They knew from experience about vaping or smoking or any of that against parent rules.
Wilbur nodded.
"He in his room?"
"Yeah, he might cause another hotbox, so be warned. Oh,, and I'm making tacos in a few hours, so if you'd like some, feel free."
"Alright, thank you-!"
Wilbur walked upstairs, opening his best friends door. Like he was warned, smoke flew out of the other's room, hitting Wilbur in the face.
"Jeez, Schlatt, trying to get me a contact high-?"
"Wil, hey-!"
The two greeted each other with a hug, Schlatt standing on his tippy-toes so they could be the same height. Wilbur was a few inches taller, and Schlatt's efforts to reach his height made Wilbur giggle.
"You seem upset.." Schlatt asked, not even breaking the hug. Wilbur got confused for a minute.
"How do you figure?"
"I can tell by the way you're hugging me. We've been best friends since we were like what, 7? Think I won't notice?"
Wilbur chuckled, and they parted their hug. Schlatt opened his window, allowing the hotbox to fade. They closed the door and sat on Schlatt's bed.
Schlatt immediately handed Wilbur his vape. Wilbur kept his stuff here so he couldn't get caught with it at home, which Schlatt completely understood. Wilbur put it up to his lips, and breathed in the smoke.
He held it in for a few seconds, before releasing it into the room. The scent of strawberry-banana contradicted the small of Schlatt's blunt. They both kept inhaling their perspective form of nicotine, and blowing it into the room.
"So.... what's goin' on..? You're stressed."
Wilbur nodded slowly, taking another hit from the fruity drug.
"I um... don't laugh... but the new one scares me a bit... I can see it in his eyes, Schlatt,, he's angry..! He's full of fear and rage, you know what that does to a person.... you know what it does to adopted people.."
Wilbur broke the eye contact he had with the other. Schlatt nodded, understanding. The first time Schlatt had saw Wilbur break down... it was something..
They were 8, and Schlatt was walking to a hide-out they had. It was an abandoned shed with an underground room they found in the woods. Before they got their hands on nicotine, this is where Schlatt went.
He had shown Wilbur it, doing a small tour of the place he used as his getaway. He touched it up, but the underground room was still boring. It had cement walls and floor, with nothing but an old rug in the middle. There was broken glass, but that was from Schlatt. He would throw plates or bottles or glass cups at the cement walls, let out some rage.
He let the other know he could go in at any time to calm down if he needed.
Schlatt walked in, a couple of glass plates in hand. however, when he walked into the shed, he heard a sob come out from the stairs that led to the 'basement.' Schlatt cautiously walked down the stairs, and sucked in a breath through his teeth.
There was his best friend, tears falling down his face, choking on his own sobs, facing the wall with his head between his fists and forearms, and leaning against the concrete. Schlatt saw holes in the wall, and blood covering Wilbur's hands. The carpet was slightly folded over itself, like he had been on the ground.
There was blood in the holes and an the ground, initially showing Wilbur bled in impact. Schlatt carefully put down the plates. Even at 8 years old, he knew he had to play this right.
"Wil...?"
Wilbur's head snapped over, his eyes wide, full of rage, and tears. He backed up, his back against the wall now.
"What- what- back up-" Wilbur spoke, shaking. Schlatt held his hands up, and slowly inched forward, making his moves predictable. The half-ram boy got in front of Wilbur, and the taller brunette tried shoving passed.
Schlatt very quickly grabbed Wilbur's wrist in panic, causing Wilbur to flinch and shove his opposite hand harshly in Schlatt's face. The kid slightly stumbled back, still keeping a grip on Wilbur. Schlatt pulled him into a hug, his nose bleeding from impact.
Wilbur tried pushing Schlatt away, anger filling his broken sobs.
"G-GET THE HELL OFF OF.. OFF OF M-..Me.. get off of m-me-! Please get of.. of.. me." Wilbur slowly broke down more in sadness instead of anger. If Schlatt didn't hug him, he would've gotten more hurt. Wilbur already gave the other a bloody nose.. and they were 8.
Schlatt was snapped out of the memory, looked at Wilbur take another hit. Schlatt raised his hand, placed it on Wilbur's shoulder, and pulled him into a hug.
"It doesn't help that the lady made him seem so horrible.. said he was in 'nd out for 'what felt like hundreds of times.' I know he's probably not some bad kid but... I don't know.." Wilbur hugged back tightly.
"I just need this high."
"I know."
So Schlatt rolled another blunt, and handed it to Wilbur, while he stood to get the bong ready. He was going to get high out of his mind. Good. He lit the blunt, and put t up to his lips.
Wilbur inhaled the smoke, before blowing it out moments later. With every hit there was a small wave of calmness that coursed through his mind. He sighed, watching Schlatt come back to the bed with a bong in his hand.
Schlatt hit first, and passed it to Wilbur. Wilbur hit, then passed it back. That cycle continued for a while. Wilbur sighed, looking at the blankets he was sitting on, staring in thought.
'If dad could see me now. He'd be so disappointed.'
He wiped away that thought, as he took another hit. Smoke filled his lungs, and left as fast as it entered. His nerves calmed down, and he gave a small smile to his best friend.
"We're gonna need eye drops by tonight."
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