Wilbur's been your best friend for as long as you can remember. The two of you were so close, you might as well have been conjoined at the hip.

Your family loved him almost as much as you did, so he was in your house quite often. It was his second home. His first, maybe.

"Hey..." Wilbur called cheekily-- the boy liked to show up unannounced, which was exactly what he was doing now. You immediately knew when you heard an obnoxious knock on your bedroom door. "Wake up, idiot."