You leaned on Wilbur’s shoulder, a giggle leaving your lips followed by a hiccup. Your eyes slowly drooped as he looked down at you. “I’m gonna fucking kill that kid.” Wilbur curses under his breath, speaking mainly to himself about the boy you liked, who had enough braincells to decide to get you (illegally) drunk.

Wilbur sat you down on the couch and went and got you a cup of water, his thoughts going crazy inside his cluttered mind.