but i can't say that i wasted my time cause i'm built by you

Glance. Wait, someone’s— watching his stream? No way. This was what he was waiting for. “Oh, um .. hello!! My first viewer! Glad you could make it, I’m sorry I’m streaming so late, uhhh. .”

“Not very talkative, eh? That’s fine. I actually just wanted one viewer. One viewer to listen to my song. I tried earlier today but got zero viewers. Let me grab my guitar. . .” The background noise consisted of him rummaging through his messy room— but finally, his guitar!

Really hoping the song is good — .

Blink — blinking rapidly. It was Evie on his stream? Oh. . . that’s so embarrassing. “I um,, thank you. I worked hard on it. I’m working on more songs now, and I want to pursue a musical career but. . . ah, it doesn’t matter.”

“. . . I’ve — worked hard a lot of my life. But people don’t particularly like me. I don’t think I have what it takes. I mean, I can’t even stabilize a relationship, how could I stabilize a musical career?”

“. . I wish I could make you that promise. I don’t think I could do it for you. I’ve already tried too hard to overcompensate for you, and you’ve pushed me away, and I need to stop. I’ve been trying to stop. Trying to detach myself from you. That’s what you want. . . right?”

A frown dropped upon his expression— the viewer count ticking to zero after her final message. She wanted him gone the whole time, right? Yeah. Shutting off his stream, Wil wasn’t upset. He wasn’t angry. He wallowed there stoically. She definitely wants him out of her life.

Ping. His Twitter DMs going off? That’s rare. Gazing upon the DM sent to him— Evie? Why’s she. . . asking him to come over? ‘ . . . are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on anything. ‘

just as he was finally ready to stop himself. finally ready for closure. he can’t let her sleep back into his head. just a visit. nothing more. then it’ll be over. ‘ I’ll be there in ten. . ‘

For some reason, he’s bringing his guitar. It just kinda stuck to him as he rushed out of his apartment. Those ten minutes waned, and he hastily buzzed in. “Hey. . . it’s— it’s Wil.” Why did he feel slightly guilty, being here?

Last night is a blur.

I mean, I don’t even think I remember anything after she DMed me. . the hell happened—?

/ the sandlot? Like, the movie?

/ NO WAY THERE WAS A VERSE FOR THAT, MY ALL TIME FAVORITE MOVIE I feel like I missed out on life now smh

/ I would honestly help you do that bc I love The Sandlot so much

i'm not good for anyone here