When you were 11 years, you’ve moved with your mum, and your brother into small town. Few weeks after your arrival, you’ve found an treehouse, which was connecting your house with an different house.

Once, you’ve went into it, and found a boy, around your age. You two become inseparable best friends.

You’ve always got in your shared treehouse, and doing some things together, like pranking grumpy and old neighbors, playing on guitar, drawing, or just simply chatting.

This your small treehouse holds so much feeling and memories you’ve spend together..

Like when you were pranking the neighbours, when you were doing sleepovers here, when you were doing songs, and playing them on your guitar.. everything was so bright, as a kids.

And, once when he hit 18 years, he moved again on college and work, and left you here.

After some years, you’ve decided to came back into your town you’ve grown up in, to see your family and friends and others.

You’ve greeted everyone you could, but your steps aims to only one place.. the treehouse..

You’ve went in it, and you were greeted with much nostalgia and memories. Photos on walls, your old guitar, your drawing you’ve drawed together, your letters to eachother.

You were sitting on the treehouse’s floor, holding the photos with Wilbur in your hands, getting trough it. But you were interrupted by shuffling in ladder of the treehouse..

You look up. It’s him.

[a/n: okay, this one can be quite cringy, but it’s did in like 11PM, and i’m bored. so enjoy, kitties :3]