Shoplift Therapy

"Wilbur, I'm fucking bored," Tommy whined. His elbow was on the counter, with his head resting against his head. The ambience of chatter was annoying, but being the best little brother he was, he stayed here for Wilbur.

"Go hang out with Ranboo or Tubbo then, and stop bothering me with my work," Wilbur reprimanded, sending him a short glare.

Tommy couldn't help but think about how much of a bitch Wilbur was being since this whole 'rivalry' thing started. It all began when Wilbur got some from Quackity of all people, then they argued and now there was this mess they were stuck in.

The weirdest part was how they would act around each other. They fought and screamed at each other a lot, but Tommy was ninety-nine percent sure that it was because they were in denial. At the start, he swore he caught them making out one time, which was not a pleasant sight, and Wilbur won't shut up about the other. And since he was the biggest expert in love, it seemed only he could spot the obvious googly eyes they were making at each other.