Sad Neighbor by JoviePog
(Sad Wilbur, some cursing, your a background character [or are you?], a quick writing)
You hated homework. That was the one thing you hated. Well, besides doing laundry. But sitting in your room for (sometimes) hours made you so bored and annoyed. Not to mention you are short minded so you loose interest easily.
You sat down slowly and opened your backpack. This wasn’t how you thought you were going to spend your Friday afternoon. You thought you’d be lying in bed, on your laptop watching dumb TV shows that even you thought were cringy! But no, you sat here writing a dumb essay about, well, school.
~SLAM!~
The loud sound of a door closing harshly made you jump.
“The Fuck?”
You were used to this. Late nights, the sound of popcorn being eaten upon, and laughing. But not today, no. It was much different today.
The rain hit harshly on your window as you heard a zipper. His room was right next to yours so it was easy to hear almost everything. You know this because you had helped him unpack when he moved in. You had happened to move in a week before he did so he also helped you with some things. But most of his things were just streamer things.
You continued your typing until you heard a guitar start to play.
“Wasting your time…”
You stopped typing and looked up, as if he was there.
“Your wasting mine. I hate to see you leaving…”
He sings? Okay Mr. talented. A streamer and a guitar player? Damn
“A fate worse than dying..”
‘That’s sad…’ You thought, trying not to make noise.
The more you listened, the sadder the songs got. His voice sounded shaky and tired, like he was crying after a long day. It was really sad. So, you decided to stop working.
I know i know, you have an essay to do! What were you doing stopping work?
it’s because you kinda know the guy. Like, you know your his neighbor, and you know your a background character in some main character’s show / movie but, maybe you could change that? Maybe you could both be background characters together?
You got some instant hot cocoa packets and got into some warm cloths. You stepped out your door and knocked on the door next to yours.
(Okay pause! Listen to the playlist: listening to Wilbur soot sing his heart out in another room [playlist by pollux] on YouTube! Then after listen to the song Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson. It’ll give this story the vibe you need!)
A tall man opened the door, holding a guitar with wet cheeks. He smiled a bit. Putting his guitar down and wiping his tears away.
“Hey Wil.”
That’s my short write! Enjoy!
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