Things had been hard for you since you moved away from family, your partner wasn’t making things any easier. The apartment complex was small but good enough, there was a family on the level under you that you’d met a few times.

You’d takes to the dad a few times when getting your mail, Phil? He had three sons who lived in the same building. His oldest was named Techno who was an English major, his twin was named Wilbur who was a musician and then his youngest who’d taken up comedy (lol billionaire show reference)

Phil was nice, he’d always ask questions and never push if you weren’t comfortable with answering.

Today had been absolutely shit, your partner and you had gotten into another argument and he’d thrown a glass bottle at the wall near your head and then stormed out.

You didn’t know what else to do other than cry, what else could you do in all honesty?

After a knock on the door made you scramble out of your thoughts you quickly got up and zipped up your hoodie before answering the door.

“Hey, are you doing alright?” The boy said. “I’m Wilbur, Phil’s kid, I live on the floor below you and heard some commotion and something breaking. I don’t mean to intrude but are you…okay?”