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Gentle light from the rising sun brightened the room of a certain 17 year old's room. He groaned as the knocking on his door got more persistent and louder, rolling over on the bed and covering his head and ears with his pillow.
"Get up, Wil! You need to drive Tommy to school today!"
"And you can't do it..?"
The boy asked loud enough for his father to hear, but alas, no reply. He held back another groan and sat up, throwing his pillow back down on his bed with the others. Wilbur slid out from under the covers, standing up on the cold, wood floor and stretching enough for his body to crack. He ignored the hot feeling in his head and the black dots that covered his vision for a few moments. He got up a bit too fast, then.
Wilbur shook his head and glanced over to his drawer, reaching down and getting ready for the day. It was the beginning of May, so a simple short sleeve and pants did well.
After putting on his mismatching socks, the boy slid over to his door, not before stopping at his full body mirror. He turned and took and look at himself, grimacing to himself. Wilbur straightened out his shirt to fit loose instead of scrunching near the top of his jeans. Good enough.
He moved out of his room and across the hall to the bathroom, standing next to his twin, who Wilbur assumed had just finished brushing his teeth.
"Stop hogging all the water, Techno."
Wilbur commented with a smirk on his face, looking up to the mirror across from them and grabbing the hair brush, brushing out his hair messily. A few muffled replies came from his brother, before the water shut off. Techno whipped up from the sink to face Wilbur, his long pink hair hitting him as he did. Wilbur glared at him for the hit, Techno only humming in response.
"Good morning, Wilbur. You're driving today."
"I KNOww."
He groaned, the slightest smile rose on Techno's face as he left the bathroom after drying his face off.
Wilbur set down the hairbrush, eventually finishing up what he needed to do in the bathroom and heading down the stairs. The smell of coffee and eggs hit his nose. Not a bad smell, just not good when put together, in his own opinion.
"Morn', Wil."
Tommy mumbled as his older brother descended the stairs, his mouth full of eggs.
"Don't talk to me with your mouth full."
Wilbur chuckled, reaching his hand behind and pushing Tommy's head towards his food as he passed by. The younger teen had a quick enough reaction to stop himself, letting out whines at how his food was almost ruined. Wilbur ignored him with a smile on his lips, grabbing his shoes and sitting down to put them on and tie them.
"You gonna eat?"
He looked up at the sound of Phil's voice, who was setting a book down. Wil's glance went to Techno, who was ignoring everyone and eating a piece of toast. Wilbur looked back down towards his shoes and shook his head.
"I'll probably eat at school."
Simple, yet a good enough response to satisfy Phil. In the next moment, Tommy sprang up on his feet, grabbing his bag that was sitting near his chair.
"Ready to go!"
He monologued towards himself a little too loudly, which made Wilbur chuckle. He sat up and grabbed his own bag, which was sitting near the door.
"Have fun, boys"
"So much fun."
Techno mumbled, sending a very quick smile to Phil, before getting up and setting off out the door, followed by Tommy quickly.
"Yeah, see you later!"
He yelled towards his father, grabbing his keys quickly and not letting him respond before shutting the front door.
Tommy was already pulling at the back seat door, Techno had his arms crossed, watching Tommy fail miserably at trying to pull open a locked door. Wilbur unlocked the front seat, heading in and unlocking all the other doors, causing Tommy to fling open the door a little too hard. The two got into the car, one who's cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment, and the other who didn't have anything to say about the situation, you can guess who is who.
The doors to the car door shut, and they were off. Not sure how safe it is for a malnourished teen to drive a car, but they managed safely.
The school day went by normally, Wilbur spent lunch in the library with Karl, a water bottle enough to get him through the day. Everything the teacher's said went in one ear and out the other, and Ranboo refused to ask Tommy why Wilbur was never in the lunch room, that was saved for another day. If he remembered, of course.
Eventually, everyone's favorite part came by, the end of the school day. It was a Friday, so everyone was just a little more excited than normal.
Tubbo made simple conversation with Tommy as they walked over to Wilbur's car, who was standing with Techno. Wilbur looked up as the two teens made their way over, and before he could get a word out, Tommy interrupted him.
"Tubbo is sleeping over."
"And Ranboo?"
"Strict parents. They want him to stay home tonight."
Tubbo said, a small smile on his face. Ranboo's parents were just confusing, a sleepover with the tall teen was rare.
Techno hummed out a quiet "ohh" at that, shrugging and opening the passenger seat to the car and heading in. Wilbur's gaze lingered on Tubbo's hand for a small second, as if there was a bug on it, before he turned away to the driver's seat. Tubbo caught on and refused to look at his his hand, covering it with his sweater as he opened the door to the back seat, Tommy following in and quickly starting up conversation among the four again.
The four arrived at home, and it's safe to say it wasn't an eventful night. Tommy and Tubbo went upstairs to play video games, Techno went to his own room, and Wilbur stayed downstairs and make conversation with his dad.
Phil did end up ordering pizza for the four, since it was easier than making something for everyone. Wilbur successfully avoided with his own dinner, which he thankfully knew the calories of. He didn't want to risk another night overeating and losing control. Tubbo opted to sip on a glass of water while the other four ate their own meals, the excuse that he didn't like the pizza they ordered from, Tommy laughing and teasing at how he was picky.
The five ended on board games for the rest of the night, and after a few hours, they all went upstairs to sleep, Phil letting Tubbo sleep in their guest room.
Wilbur wasn't expecting much to happen that night, just a fun Friday night. He was sitting on his phone scrolling through Twitter silently, before stopping abruptly at the sound of a few creaks downstairs. He tended to tune out all outside sounds when on his phone, so he was just as shocked he even heard someone. Who would be up at 2:30am, anyway?
He got up silently, tip toeing his way over to the door and ignoring how his body protested. He was weak mentally and physically.
Wilbur creeped out of his room, heading down the stairs on the furthest right side, since it didn't make any sound. He stopped on the last stair to hear the sound of gagging from the extra bathroom they had. He winced at the sound, wondering who the hell could be throwing up at this time. His first guess was Tubbo, as he did say he wasn't feeling well, but he didn't even eat anything.
His eyebrow raised in confusion as he stepped down, turning towards the kitchen and finding the pizza box still out on the counter, even after Techno had put it back. An empty glass next to it.
Oh, oh no, Wilbur could only assume the worst, of course.
He looked back towards the bathroom, rushing over on his toes. Wilbur raised his hand up in hesitation, knocking but quickly opening the door not even a second after.
He opened just in time to see Tubbo flinch hard, one hand on the toilet seat and the other moving away from his face to land on the seat. The boy pushed himself away from the seat, flushing the toilet and standing up, stumbling to the sink, his hip hitting the side of the counter painfully. Wilbur winced.
"Tubbo..?"