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Tommy shivered, it had been pouring rain and he still had an hour before he got home. He missed his bus because he got another detention. Eventually, he sighed and took shelter under some random person's porch roof.
Yes, he probably shouldn'tve, but he didn't give a shit at that moment. He wanted shelter, and he doubted anyone would yell at the Tommyinnit.
Apart from teachers
And his parents
And bullies
But he was a big man! He didn't give a shit what other people thought.
He didn't .
In his internal argument, he didn't notice how tired he was. After just a few minutes, Tommy fell asleep. He was rudely awoken by a foot kicking him.
“Ow! What the fuck man” he glared up at the owner of the foot. It was a tall boy, with messy brown hair and slightly crooked glasses.
“Why are you on my porch,” the boy asked.
“It's raining, I needed shelter” Tommy responded, sitting up a bit
“Well fuck off, sleep on someone else’s porch”
“You can't tell me what to do”
“I can, it's my house.”
“Bitch” Tommy said, kicking at the boy's ankles.
Tommy watched as he went inside the house and slammed the door, he took that as an invitation to stay on the porch. After all, the Tommyinnit is loved and respected by everyone. Therefore, he can stay anywhere he pleases.
Five minutes later, someone came out of the house. A blonde man who looked around 30 (OLD!) was there.
“Hey, uh, what’re you doing here?” the man spoke
“Hiding from the rain,” Tommy responded simply.
The man frowned, going silent for a minute.
“Do you need me to call your parents? What's their number?”
“No. I just needed shelter because I have a long walk home”
“..Alright then. What's your name?”
“Tommy.”
“I’m Phil. Feel free to stay here as long as you would like.” Phil smiled weakly. Tommy wasn't doing any harm by sitting on the porch so he allowed it.
“Thanks, I knew you'd let me.” Tommy responded proudly “Also, what was the other person’s name?”
“Oh, my son? His name is Wilbur.” Phil replied, then waved and went inside
—
The next day was rainy again.
Tommy missed his bus again.
Guess where he ended up, again.
“Why are you back?” Wilbur complained, glaring at Tommy.
“It's raining again” Tommy replied
“Do you not own an umbrella?”
Tommy shook his head no. Wilbur, the kind soul he is, threw an umbrella at Tommy's head and went inside. Tommy stared at it for a minute, he decided not to use it.
—
Tommy didn't show up for three days, two were the weekend and the last was a sunny day. On Tuesday though, he was sitting on the porch yet again. This time it was a boy with pink hair to see him first.
“...uhh, who are you?” The boy asked. His hair was long and in a neat braid, he looked just a bit shorter than Wilbur.
“I’m Tommy. Phil says I'm allowed to sit here.” Tommy responded.
“Oh. I think Wilbur told me about you. I’m Technoblade”
“I like your name, much better than Wilbur.” Tommy laughed
Technoblade snorted “100 per cent better than Wilbur” he then said bye and went inside.
Tommy eventually got up and started walking home. It was a long, tiring walk. He got to his house, it was white with black accents. The lawn was uncut, so he kicked over dandelions as he walked to the front door. He went to unlock the door but it swung open. His dad was home.
Fuck.
–
In the Watsons household, everyone was at the dinner table.
“Why do you let that gremlin sit on our porch? He's contaminating it.” Wilbur complained through mouthfuls of food
“He's not doing anything wrong” Phil responded
“He tried convincing me he owns our porch,” Wilbur replied
“I love him” Techno laughed
“You only love him because he said your name is cool,” Wilbur argued
“Exactly” Techno grinned, he didn't really care for Tommy but pissing Wilbur off was funny.
“Yknow, Wilbur, I'm pretty sure he goes to your school,” Phil said, making Wilbur groan.
“No. I am NOT ‘befriending’ him.”
Phil chuckled “Alright. You said the same thing about Techno”
Wilbur glared at Phil.
–
Wilbur was now painfully aware of the possibility that Tommy could be at his school. He kept a lookout in the halls and during break. He assumed Tommy went to a different school after not seeing him, until he walked into the bathroom.
Tommy was sat on the counter, holding a bloody tissue to his nose. His eyes were red from crying and he was zoned out.
“...Tommy?” Wilbur asked
Tommy looked up, taking a sharp breath when he realised who it was. “Hey big dubs,” he said, trying to hide the way his voice shook.
“Are you okay?” He asked hesitantly.
“Yeah, why wouldn't I be okay?” Tommy rolled his eyes, hoping to annoy Wilbur into going away.
“Your nose is bleeding” Wilbur responded
“No, yours is.”
“Don't try to gaslight me” Wilbur sighed, walking over to Tommy “Now tell me how that happened”
“You barely know me why do you care” Tommy whined
“I need to know if someone beat you up so I can thank them.” Wilbur joked
“You can thank Dream for this” Tommy responded
Wilbur froze. Of course it was Dream. He let out a breath “Why'd Dream even do that”
“He doesn't like me, probably because I get bitches and he doesn't. Wilbur, do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend, I don't judge.” Tommy started to ramble, trying to change the subject.
Wilbur groaned “Just- shut up. Why did he actually do it.”
“He's just an asshole” Tommy shrugged “Anyways, we both are missing our classes. Bye.” he sped off before Wilbur could say anything else
–
After school, Wilbur saw Tommy talking to Dream. Dream was looming over Tommy, seemingly threatening him. Wilbur approached the two.
“Oh, hi Dream” Wilbur started, cutting Dream off. “I’m just here to uh... Pick up Tommy.” Wilbur was shit at coming up with excuses on the spot.
“What?” Dream frowned, looking at Wilbur. “What do you mean ‘pick up’”
“He's my brother,” Tommy told Dream, happy he had a way out. “Me and Wilbur have to go pick up women. Or men, I don't judge. Bye Dream” Tommy waved and dragged Wilbur away. “Thank you” Tommy sighed.
“Yeah, no problem. What was he even saying”
“Nothing,” Tommy responded quickly. “Anyways, big D is staring at us, I guess you have to walk me home”
“Big D?” Wilbur laughed “Do not call him that”
“Okay, small D then” Tommy responded, starting to walk with Wilbur. He wanted to thank Wilbur more but that would not be very on-brand. The Tommyinnit does not thank people. Neither does he cry. And he never ever gets bullied.
Wilbur and Tommy walked to the house. Tommy stopped walking as they got to Wilbur's house.
“I wish it was raining” Tommy mumbled
“Why?” Wilbur asked, looking at Tommy “Rain is gross”
“I can sit on your porch”
“You enjoy sitting on our porch?” Wilbur looked even more confused.
“My house is… boring. The porch is better.” Tommy replied
Wilbur hesitated, frowning. After a few seconds, he responded “You can come in if you'd like.”
Tommy's face lit up “Really?- I mean, of course you'd let me in. I’m the best. You should pay me to bless your house with my presence.”
Wilbur laughed and dragged Tommy over to the door. He unlocked it and stepped in, motioning for Tommy to follow him.
“Phil! I’m home!” Wilbur yells
Tommy looks around, feeling a bit weird at the thought of being in a “stranger's” house.
Phil walks into the main hallway “Hey Wil-” Phil paused, then smirked.
“Don't.”
“Aweee I knew you'd become friends with him.” Phil laughed
“No, no. I do not befriend children”
“Then why'd you bring me here” Tommy rolled his eyes.
“To skin you and sell your organs on the black market.” Wilbur joked.
“Phil, your son is threatening me. Parent him better.”
“Wilbur, no selling organs. That could get me in a lot of legal trouble.” Phil joked. “Anyways, you two have fun. I’ll be in my office if you need anything.”
“Okay bye,” Wilbur let out a breath once Phil left, kicking his shoes off and starting to walk towards his bedroom. Tommy followed suit, nearly falling on the stairs as he went up them.
Wilbur's bedroom smelled like burnt paper and shitty-scented candles. He had vinyls all over his wall, multiple different guitars and speakers, a wooden desk with unfinished schoolwork piled on it, a beaten-up record player and some art supplies in a stack. There was a brown carpet in front of his bed, with spilt candle wax on it.
“I like your room,” Tommy said, looking around “You play the guitar?”
“No I just have decorative guitars,” Wilbur said sarcastically
“Your room is bad and I hate it and I hope you die a firey death”
“Aww, thanks, Toms.”
“What the fuck. Do not call me that. I am Tommy innit.”
“Your full name is ‘Tommy innit’?” Wilbur asked
“Actually it's Thomas Careful Danger Kraken Innit.”