Wilbur s new room草稿

It wasn’t easy for Wilbur to say goodbye to the house he spent his youth in, but he promised he’ll come to visit when he earned a profit for his work. He saw the remnants of fireworks scattered on the landscape beyond, the lush green earth sloping and rising like tides of the ocean. But finally, he packed his bags and left London for Brighton.

It was time for him to find work in the welcoming city of Brighton: the city of the seaside, at least in England. He was fortunate that the first peek of the outer world is of its peaceful towns and harmoniously bustling streets, its calm seas, and soft beaches. Wilbur slung his guitar case over his back, blending immaculately with the older fashion of Brighton, like its traditional red double-decker bus clamoring down the cobblestone road. There was the familiar ringing of bells of shops opening, the pleasantries exchanged by the city folk, and the archaic red bricks and cream-colored cement of buildings new and old. The city was like a boy with a heart as warm as the sunlight slanting over Wilbur’s eyes. This was his kind of city, Wilbur thought.

His rented apartment was just above a bus station, good to travel, but noisy at night. Wilbur didn’t mind. To the second floor he went, and there he unlocked the white wooden door. He was the first one here, and his roommates were lucky that he was a simple boy, no, he was 18, not a boy but a man now. He carried his suitcase with all his belongings, tucking it in his little room. It only took him a few seconds to get used to the surroundings, a rickety desk, and a wooden-framed bed, under which were a couple of drawers where he put his clothes. Someday, he’ll save enough money for a PC and a monitor. A wide window overlooked the streets, and to Wilbur’s surprise, there was a platform outside. He could climb out and sit there without fear of being spotted. He fell in love with this place.

A few hours later, his roommates were stumbling up the stairs and transferring their luggage upstairs. The first person was Asian, judging by his plain face and jet-black hair, and the other was American. Hopefully, they are into music since Wilbur didn't buy a guitar for nothing.

Wilbur stuck his head out of his room and waved, “Hello.”

The American nodded his head in acknowledgment, “Hey there! How are you?”

“Pretty good.”

The Asian didn’t speak. Was it that he wasn’t social enough, or was it because he didn’t understand their language?

Wilbur went back to his room. He would find comfort in it soon enough. He took out his phone and opened WeChat:

Tommy: How’s it going, king?

Wilbur: It’s fine. Just getting to know the old folks.

Tommy: Take it easy, you’re known for being social.

Wilbur was spinning wildly in his chair, smiling at the text Tommy sent. Something occurred in his mind.

Wilbur: It’s a Tuesday. Aren’t you supposed to be in school?

Tommy: Yep.

Wilbur waited for another message, an explanation, but his phone didn’t vibrate in his hands.

Wilbur: How are your classes?

Tommy: One hell of a lot better with you to talk with.

Wilbur: Tommy, what if you get caught?

Tommy: I am caught.

Wilbur laughed. He imagined Tommy sitting in the detention room, resting his feet on the table, idly texting Wilbur while the teacher went out for some water. The look on the teacher’s face would be so funny, Wilbur wished he was there to see it.

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Tommy was not in the detention room, nor was he in the school. If you ask him, he would say that school was just too boring. College wasn’t his vibe, but that wasn’t the reason he was at home. The Covid-test came out positive, and he didn’t know what to say about that. His hands shook so much that he couldn’t read the screen anymore, much less the words, which said: POSITIVE.

He didn’t like lying to Wilbur, but Wilbur had enough on his hands already. Now all he had to do is wait for the flu to pass, and he’ll be fine. It was only a pandemic, but it felt like the black death was upon him. His head swooned. He lay down on his bed and slept, and whenever he woke up, he’ll call Wilbur again.

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