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Tommy and Wil were hanging out, as usual. But it hurt in Tommy’s heart, that Wil smelled like someone else, and the stench of vanilla perfume clinging to his coat.
“So, what’s new; update me on your life.”
“I think I’ve found the one, Tommy, I really think I have,” he replied, adoration in his eyes, and a love sickness plaguing him.
Would it be daft of me to cry? Tommy thought to himself. This wasn’t knew, and Wil constantly got his heart broken. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. He missed their time together, where they’d fight and play.
“Yeah? What’d she do, serenade you? Woo you?”
“I am very much wooed, Tommy.”
He chuckled, “Can’t blame her. But you do smell like vanilla, Wil. Very strong perfume.” He scrunched up his nose in exaggeration. Hopefully to distract from what he said. “Just don’t go get hurt again, alright?”
“Don’t judge her before you meet her, Toms, she’s lovely,” he patronized.
“Until I meet her, I’m assuming you have shit standards.”
“Rude.”
He hated this. Hated that he liked Wilbur so much. Because all he did was fall in love with the wrong people. He wished to hate Wil, but he wasn’t mean, he wasn’t a dick, he was just... Wilbur. He can’t move on, when he doesn’t really hate him.
“I was hoping that she’d come by to visit, so you two could meet, but I guess she was busy,” Wil continues.
“See? You need better standards. And not let people walk all over you.”