《anybody else | wilbur soot fanfiction》_chapter three_ set up
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"He woke me up at four in the morning, George." I roll my eyes as I roll onto my stomach. I'm currently laying on George's couch as he sits at his desk. "That's too early."
George shrugs. "Inspiration hits when inspiration hits."
"Shut up." I throw the nearest pillow at him. He barely dodges it but has the guts to stick his tongue out at me afterwards.
George and I have been friends since before we were born because our mom's have been best friends since university. It has it's pros and cons. For one, I have blackmail baby pictures of George wearing food all over his face, but that means George also has baby pictures of me wearing food on his face. It's a win-lose situation here.
With that being said, George is also the only one out of all my online friends that have seen my face. This also gives him a little more leverage on me. Or maybe it's the opposite. I can post his baby pics, but he can't post mine since I'm faceless. It really depends on how nice he's being that day.
"Don't you think he's cool though?" George gets us back on the topic of Wilbur.
Wilbur is a topic he's been bringing up a lot recently. Both him and Dream have been trying to get us to brainstorm things or get our opinions on certain things. A part of me almost thinks-
"George, are you trying to set me up again?" I ask him suddenly.
His eyes go wide for a second. "What? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh my gosh, YOU ARE!" I throw another pillow at him. "I can find a person on my own, thank you very much."
"Are you sure?" George laughs as he throws the pillow back at me. "It's been a while."
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"Literally, shut up George."
"You're defensive," he points out, "That means I'm speaking the truth."
"You are not. I am perfectly single and happy." I sit up on the couch. "As I have a right to be."
George rolls his eyes. "Whatever. We just think you would be good together is all."
"We?" I ask, "We as in you and Dream, or we as in even more?"
"Well.."
"George how many people are trying to set us up?" I narrow my eyes at him.
He doesn't answer.
"Don't make me do it," I warn him.
His eyes go wide at my threat. A threat I hold over his head every time I want something. One that involves a call to my older brother.
"Don't bring Max into this," George says, "I'll tell you."
"Then spill."
"It was like me, Dream, Foolish and Tommy in a call." He counts off on his fingers as he says each name. "Yeah, I think that was it."
"Tommy?" I raise my brow.
George nods, and I pull out my phone.
"What are you doing?" George's voice sounds panicked, most likely worried I'm dialing my brother.
"Don't worry, I'm not calling him," I reassure him, "I'm calling Tommy."
The phone rings twice before Tommy picks up.
"Hello?" He sounds confused as to why I'm calling him.
"Are you trying to set me up, Tommy?" I ask him without a greeting.
"What?" he chuckles guiltily. "I would never do that."
I roll my eyes in George's direction. "I'm going to hurt you, George."
"Gogy?" Tommy asks, "Is he with you?"
I don't even respond. I just put him on speaker phone. "Okay, we're both here."
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"GOGY" Tommy yells. "I'm on my way to London to see you!"
My brows furrow, and I glance at George. He just mouths vlog as an explanation. I nod before listening to Tommy again.
"Maia, do you want to be in the vlog?" he asks, "It could be your face reveal. Wouldn't that be cool? I could get all the clickbait."
"Hmm." I pretend to think for a moment. "I'm going to say no."
"Seriosuly? What if.. What if we call you while we're shooting and you join us for a bit. Gogy will be there," Tommy tries to convince me.
I laugh a little. "Maybe I'll think about it, but don't get your hopes up."
"That's great, I got a maybe!" Tommy sounds excited even though I definitely wouldn't face reveal on a vlog.
"Don't think I forgot you guys tried to set me up though. That's going to bring that maybe down by a lot." I glare at George as I say this, who is just sitting there quietly now.
"I mean, come on Maia," Tommy once again tries to reason, "It's Wilbur. You could never go wrong with Wilbur."
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