You and Wilbur were best friends, you two were living in the same house. You were brushing your teeth after having breakfast, wearing one of Wilbur's t-shirts. It was big on you, making your body look even more small. You heard Wilbur yell your name from the other room, followed by a. "Where's my t-shirt!?" He wasn't angry, he was just annoyed that he couldn't find his favourite t-shirt. He always wanted you to wear his t-shirt.