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Summer. A time for leisure, a time for relaxation, a time to take a vacation. And, to wilbur soots dismay, a time to get sent out of the house and to his uncles for the entire summer. A little lake side town in the middle of fuck knows where, stuck with no one he knew besides his stupid kid brother tommy.
Obviously, he would defend that kid with his life, but wilbur was going to college soon! He had other things to worry about besides making sure his brother didnt die over the summer in the quietest town he had ever seen.
His mothers brother seemed...nice. Philza Blade wasnt quite...responsible like his mother had told the two. But he wasnt quite...mean either. Phil was weird. That was the only way wilbur could think to put it.
The man wasnt as old as wilbur had thought, phil seemed to be around 27 though its not like wilbur was going to ask him any time soon.
He had a strange living situation, a giftshop on the boardwalk of town and two bedrooms above the shop with a little kitchenette and a couch with a tv. Not exactly...what wilbur would have pictured for a home of a sad middle aged man.
Tommy seemed to be adjusting fine, which really just pissed wilbur off further. Of course his brother would be fine, the boy was soon to be a sophmore in highschool- he knew how to make friends. All wilbur knew how to do was make migraines.
Tommy was a social butterfly, not hesitating to make the room the two had to share feel more like home to him.
“Tommy, keep your shit on your side of the room” wilbur grumbled, kicking over one of the boys sweatshirts.
They both had a bed on opposite sides of the room, naturally wilbur decided for the two they would be splitting the room in half. That way tommy wouldnt touch his shit and wilbur could remain sane for at least a month.
“I dont think i will” the boy stuck his tongue out at wilbur, flopping down on his bed without even taking his hightops off. “Its both of our room, idiot.”
“I will burn your shit, tommy.” wilbur threatened, though they both knew it was empty. “And why are you wearing my beanie-”
“Mimimimimimi- im wilbur and i think im cool because im going to college-” tommy covered his head with his arms, the black beanie in question securely on his head.
Tommy laughed and curled into a ball when wilbur scrambled over to forcefully take it.
“No- no i yield i yield wilby i’ll give it back-” tommy was in a fit of laughter as wilbur got on top of him to take the hat off his head.
“You better you fucking rat-” wilbur was grinning as well, holding his hat up in triumph. God, his brother was an idiot but he couldnt deny the fact tommy was entertaining.
Once the hat was back on wilburs head he got off tommy, sitting on the floor as tommy propped himself up.
“Its only been a day and you’re trying to kill me-” tommy dramaticized, laying back again in anguish. “I dont know why you hate me like this william-”
“Willaim isnt my name, tomathy.” wilbur rolled his eyes, going to re-tie one of his shoes. He could never make them fucking stay tied.
“Okay, well im not about to sound fucking lame and call you orpheus now am i.'' Tommy huffed. “You’re no fun, maybe i’ll go and make my own friends today.”
“Okay, sure, have fun with that” wilbur tried to sound uninterested, but the idea of going out and exploring did spark interest. He barely knew where anything was in the small town, let alone who else was around beyond him, tommy, and phil. They had been dropped off the night before, well not quite dropped off as much as their mother sent them on the bus alone to where ever the fuck ‘Dry Waters’ was. They couldnt see anything in the dark. Tommy could tell wilbur wanted to explore as well.
“Well, theres an old water tower near here” tommys voice lowered, mischief in his eyes. “We could go check it out? It cant be too much of a climb-”
“Thats too much of a climb.” the man said simply, flipping another page in his magazine. “Dont be an idiot, tommy.”
“Deo! Thats a stupid fucking name- i hate the name deo, you’re an idiot” tommy whined, sitting down behind the register next to ‘deo’. Tommy had apparently said hello to him earlier in the morning, all wilbur knew is he worked at the register for phil.
Deo just rolled his eyes, pushing his sunglasses up his nose “whatever, first aid kits in the bathroom for when you fall and split your head open. If anyone asks, i did everything i could to stop you two and sadly failed.”
“Or, you could come with us?” wilbur supplied. This deo guy seemed...okay. Wilbur was going to have to see him every day anyway, would making friends be that bad?
“Come with you guys? Abandon my duties at this wonderful place of work and come with you to go check out dry waters abandoned water tower? Do you really think im that irresponsible?”
Tommy hesitated at that, wilbur frowning.
“Of fucking course i am, we can take the golf cart” deo grinned, standing up and grabbing his wallet. Tommy gave a cheer as wilburs smile returned. These two idiots were going to get him killed, werent they.
“Wouldnt-” wilbur jolted, grabbing onto the side of the golf cart for his life. There was no way this was a legal limit to drive- “wouldnt phil get mad you arent working right now?”
Deo laughed into the wind, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel “what will he do? Fire me? Your uncle only has me and this other kid tubbo to work for him, and not many people even go by the shop he’ll hardly notice-”
“DONT BE BORING WILBUR” tommy called out, practically screaming as the golf cart drove down a rather bumpy dirt road. Wilbur hardly knew where they were going, the water tower sounded vaguely familiar? “THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING RIDE EVER”
“Tommy be careful-” wilbur grabbed tommys arm tight as another bump in the road almost sent the kid flying off the back of the cart. “You’re gonna fucking die-”
“No- i am too cool to die i would just say ‘no, no i will not die today’ and god will agree and let me live.” tommy rambled, holding wilburs arm right back clearly shaken.
Tommy fell forward, head almost hitting the dash board when deo suddenly stepped on the breaks.
“What the hell- are you trying to kill us?” tommy laughed, wilbur catching his breath.
“We’re here, boys.” deo grinned, putting the golf cart in part as wilbur struggled to get out of his seat. His legs felt like jello, but tommy just gave him a shit eating grin.
“Race you to the base of it!” his brother called out, wilbur stumbling to chase after tommy.