' when he calls me pretty i feel like somebody '
...
in real life !
he saw it and im busted. i thought. i panicked wondering what he could be calling about. after contemplating whether i should even pick it up, i pressed answer and managed a small 'hello?'
"HOLY SHIT TORI!" the boy screamed from the other side of the phone.
"what?" i nervously giggled. he definitely saw it.
"THE SONG. IT WAS INCREDIBLE!" the boy excitedly stated.
"you really think so?" i quietly asked, hoping he wasn't joking or anything.
"OF COURSE! I'M SURPRISED YOU HAVEN'T BECOME A SINGER YET!" he kept yelling.
"calm down, calm down!" i laughed, "thank you though, that's really sweet of you wil."
"anytime tori, anybody would be lucky to have that song be written about them," he chuckled. i went bright red in the face. oh if only you knew wil, if only you knew.
"you're blushing," he said with a small smile.
"no i'm not. you're blushing. what?" i hid my face behind my guitar and giggled. he laughed and brought up something i didn't think would ever happen.
"sooo tommy sent me a text a bit ago and we're thinking about a big meetup in london for a week or so," my face immediately popped back into frame with a wide smile plastered on it.
"really?" i excitedly questioned.
"yes really," the brunette giggled, "would you like to go? it'll be me, you, tubbo, tommy, quackity, george, ranboo and karl."
"what kind of question is that wil? of course i want to go! oh my god this is so exciting! when is it?" i was already looking around the place to find things to pack.
"in 3 days? sorry for the short notice," he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
"oh my god that's so soon! oh my god i'm going to meet everyone! oh my god oh my god oh my-"
"tori!"
"yeah?"
"you're getting overwhelmed," the boy chuckled.
"oh, yeah, right. sorry," i giggled. things overwhelm me easily and wilbur's really the only one who notices it. if i get too excited or anxious i can start to spiral. a curse really.
"a group chat will be made up soon, just take it easy okay?" he worriedly asked, knowing if i got too excited i could start panicking.
"yeah i will, thanks wil," i gave him a reassuring smile. we hung up after a few more minutes of pointless conversation and i dashed through my house to start packing. i was not showing up to this thing looking like a fashion emergency. i mean this was london we were talking about. i had to dress my best.
messages !
bitch boy
here we go lads
e-girl
YEEEEEEEAHHHH YOU DK HOW EXCITED I AM
that one tall fucker
y'all almost gave her a panic attack
bitch boy
hey! not our fault. she just excited to see us
e-girl
correction, gogy /j
gogy
i feel loved.
ranboob
yeah i don't
e-girl
nvm i'm making it everyone but wil <3
that one tall fucker
excuse me what
e-girl
/jjjjjj
that one tall fucker
yeah you better be or i won't drive u
e-girl
bitch i wouldn't be best friends with you if i didn't
e-girl
you know what shut up
frog boi
grab the popcorn
gogy
already on it
e-girl
i can already tell this is going to be one hell of a chaos club
ranboob
*cult
e-girl
already proved my point
bee boy
hey can we get some details y'all
frog boi
okay okay so, we're getting an air bnb in london for a week, 3 bedrooms bc we can share okay and it'll be in three days so get packing y'all
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that one tall fucker
kids in brighton listen up i'm driving y'all there bc y'all can't drive
that one tall fucker
and i mean tubbo, tori, ranboo, and tommy. BE READY WHEN I GET TO YOUR HOUSE.
3 people liked this message !
ranboob
okay father god damn
frog boi
i am alone travelling on an airplane uh oh
gogy
don't worry i have to drive on my own even though i live near all of them.
that one tall fucker
I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH SEATS UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO STRAP YOU ONTO THE ROOF
gogy
gladly.
in real life !
once the group chat messages became useless to look at i turned off my phone and returned to packing my bag. it was already becoming quite full and i hadn't packed many practical things. as i was packing, i became distracted by my electric guitar once again. something had drawn me to it lately, especially with the wilbur thing.
i decided to create another song because i felt incredibly bored from just aimlessly packing. picking up my guitar and strumming the few chords i knew, everything started coming to me naturally. thoughts that i could never figure out how to say in words, translated into poetic lyrics.
' when he calls me pretty i feel like somebody '
' you will always be my favourite form of loving '
' when he loves me i feel like im floating '
this song was a completely different vibe to the first one i wrote. it was more the happy side of the love i felt when i was around this boy. after all, he was sweet, and beautiful.
finishing off the song, i was proud. writing songs became a great interest of mine years back but taking a break from it drove me away. i missed it. i've never been good with words so i would always resort to lyrics. it felt easy to me, natural.
i just wished i could actually speak to the people i was writing these about.
knock knock.
i was snapped out of my thoughts when i heard a knock at my apartment door. i swiftly walked towards it and opened it up.
"i didn't realise you were picking me up this early," i giggled.
"i'm bored," wilbur whined, "can i hang?"
"you don't even need to ask, i was just finishing off a song i was writing," i walked back into my recording room as the tall brunette followed closely behind me.
"ooh a song? can i hear this song?" he excitedly asked.
"of course," i laughed and sat on the couch, patting the spot beside me.
as i picked up my guitar, a wave of anxiety washed over me. this didn't happen when i went to sing the song on stream, why now? i must've showed signs of worry on my face because wilbur spoke up.
"hey it's alright, you don't have to show me if you're not comfortable but i'm telling you now, whatever you wrote will be amazing," he gave me a reassuring smile. that damn smile.
"no i'll play it," i smiled back and took a deep breath.
' i don't wanna seem the way i do
but i'm comfortable when im with you
lately all i feel is bad and bruised
tired of tripping on my shoes '
lately i'd been feeling really down, my anxiety can overtake my thoughts and emotions sometimes and it leaves me feeling quite low. especially when me and wilbur first met, i wasn't doing too well mental health wise. but when he came into my life everything felt better, i felt alive for the first time in a while.
' but when he loves me i feel like im floating
when he calls me pretty i feel like somebody
even when we fade eventually to nothing
you will always be my favourite form of loving '
if there is any possibility of love between us it's that innocent type of love. it's beautiful really. he notices the little things about me and i adore it. i adore him for it. he's the most thoughtful person i've met and from the day we met too.
' when i start to tumble from the sky
you remind me how to fly
lately i've been feeling unalive
but you bring me back to life '
that sweater he brought me, buying me my order to make up for spilling smoothie on my own sweater, it was all thoughtful. he notices when my mental health starts getting the best of me too, and he's always there to pick me up and help me.
' but when he loves me i feel like im floating
when he calls me pretty i feel like somebody
even when we fade eventually into nothing
you will always be my favourite form of loving '
i sung that last chorus with all the emotion i had built up inside of me. everything i thought and felt went into that. i strummed the final chord and looked shyly up at my best friend, his mouth gaped wide open.
"so?" i asked starting to get flushed as he wasn't saying anything. before i knew it i was tackled into a big hug.
"that was breathtaking tori," he said as we laid on the couch together.
"thank you wil," i giggled and hugged him back equally as tight. i largely enjoyed his hugs.
"now, will you ever tell me who this mystery man is?" he asked giggling. i wish i could wil.
"maybe one day," i answered.
i looked up at his delicate face as i was smiling like a complete idiot, admiring all of his details. his cheeks a light shade of pink and his smile upturned slightly while he gazed at me. anyone would be lucky to have him, i just wished it was me.
i noticed his face was inching closer to mine until wilbur's phone snapped me back to reality. our heads turned in sync and he picked it up. i tried looking at the caller id but couldn't see who it was.
"who is it?" i asked.
"karl."
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a u t h o r ' s n o t e
song : cloud 9 - beach bunny
hey guys! i hate this chapter ngl idk if i should redo it anyways. i hope you're enjoying the book and make sure to drink water! thank you sm for reading ! <3