Because school was closed for the time being, I got awfully bored the past few days. I got so bored to the point that I ended up binge watching every bad low budget movie created and that was accessible on the internet.

Freaking Ratatoing- their weirdly thicc but sexy rats worried me throughout the entire movie-

And because of these weirdly thicc but sexy rats, I decided I wanted to make some food.

..I watched a movie with rats making bad animated food-- which made me want actual good food irl.

And now, I was making myself some lunch.

It wasn't anything that fancy, just a few french toast... and by a few- I mean a lot. I mixed too much up-- at least I was very hungry. Literally thought- anything was better than what I just watched in that movie- like, how the hell are you making good dishes by just stirring a pot?

While standing around, waiting for my food, my mind started to get side tracked. Luca's words fled through my head again...

'Luca got along with Aiden pretty well... So it's obvious to why she was upset by the news more than me'

I really had forgotten about how Aiden, me and Luca came to be... I blanked how I used to be so much that I just assumed better things than how they actually were...

The whole 'saving' Aiden thing... I just so happened to pass by him when he was getting- in a simpler term 'bullied'.

I think I was already in a pissed off mood that day and ended up taking my anger and frustrations out on the group of people harassing Aiden. Which resulted in him being indebted to me, following me around and doing anything I'd ask like my personal servant.

I remember using him for the stupidest and lamest of tasks you can imagine... And on one of those needless tasks... is where I ended up meeting Luca.

At the rememberance of those distant memories, I let out a long sigh.. my heart slightly tightening the longer I kept quiet.

'when times were much simpler...'

A part of me knew that those were some of the more blissful days in my life, the days I was able to go and do whatever I pleased without consequence... but to wish for those days to come back would be impossible.

Wishing for those days to start again would result in me losing something much more important... I would never trade what I have now for something like that.

Never again.

I was taken out of my thoughts after hearing a sudden knock, I assumed it was coming from the front door.

Once the knock registered into my mind, I made my way over to the door, slowly creaking it open to see who was there.

My eyes widen a little at the sight in front of me.

"T- Tom..?"

"Uh- hey, Y/N."

He stood there, me noticing the lower half of his face was covered with a plain grey face mask. All while noticing that he was staring at me with his usual alluring blue eyes.

For the rest of Tom's attire, it was slightly different from the other times, but he was certainly still rolling up with his usual intent of 'Tommy swag'. Right now he was wearing a forest green hoodie with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with some tan pants with white shoes.

I didn't anticipate him coming over-- after all, I didn't text or call him to come over... and he didn't notify me that he was showing up either.

He just... showed up.

Tom's eyes darted around me, eyeing the inside of my house a bit before finally settling his gaze back onto me.

"Sorry, did- did I drop by at a bad time?" He quizzed.

Blinking a few times, I shook my head.

"Uh-- no, no! not at all..." I told him, "erm- you... wanna come in?"

"yeah- Yeah, that'd be fucking great" He ends up chuckling a little.

He walked into my house, closing the door behind him. We made our way over and into the lounge, him taking a seat on the couch while I headed back to the kitchen to keep cooking.

"So... Your parents aren't home?" Tom asked.

"Nah. They had to go to work early today." I answered, flipping the mix-soaked bread slice over.

Fate is kinda funny in its ways. Having Tom show up out of nowhere like this.... while both my parents are out.

"...Also, Tom." I started to say, "It's not like I mind you coming over unannounced, but why exactly did you come over?"

There was a bit of silence, but a moment later he replied.

"..do I really need a reason to come by to see you?"

His words surprised me a bit at first. I really was touched by his words.

I started to smile.

"Well.. No. No it isn't--"

"Then me being here should be fine, right?" He says to me, "--And plus, we weren't able to work on the project before because of.. what happened."

'Oh- so he's here for the project?,' I shook my head a bit at this, 'should've known...'

"Yeah.. Okay." I murmured, "So- you brought your notes over, right?"

"Of course I brought them..!" Tom states to me, "I'm not as forgetful as a certain person I know--!"

"What? Are you talking about Tubbo? That's kinda mean.." I say, joking off his attempt at an insult.

Tommy then starts going into a laughing fit.

"--Yeah, sure. I'm talking about Tubbo." It takes him a bit to calm down, but after a quick clearing of the throat, he returns to his usual 'calm' manner, "Now, go find your notes. We're starting right now."

I frowned, turning around to see him standing behind me without his mask on.

"But... My french toast..."

He narrows his gaze down at me.

"It will literally only take a second, Y/N."

"But my knees are still frail.... I can't walk like I used to Tom. I'm turning into an old man faster than you think." I whined out, totally taking the piss out of my current condition.

After my complaints, he rolls his eyes at me.

"Want me to go up then?" He asks, "You'll just have to tell me where they are"

I then started to think about the whereabouts of the notes... But once I realized, I decided that I must go get them myself.

"Uhh-- Nah. Actually, I think I'll just go up and get them.." I told him, starting to walk off to my room, "Just keep an eye on my food-! I don't want it to burn!"

While walking away, Tom started to shout.

"Y/N!" He raised his voice, "Why the fuck do you have so much french toast stacked up on a plate?!? I swear there's already ten on this plate alone!"

"Don't blame me, blame Ratatoing!" I shouted back at him.

"PFT-- PHAahahaa!-- Rata-- What the fuck is Ratatoing?!"

"A movie that doesn't deserve to breathe!"

With that, and Tom's complaints, laughter and grumbles were all I heard as I walked away from the kitchen, I made my way upstairs and back into my bedroom.

After getting back in, I walked over to my desk and searched the cabinet. There I saw the notes for the project resting, as well as a bunch of other things.

Eyeing a certain object in the cabinet, I felt my face get a little warmer.

'If he knew that I had his youtooz... He'd make fun of me for sure..'

With my face warmed at the embarrassing/humiliating thought, I swiped the notes and swiftly closed the cabinet, leaving my room as fast as I could in my condition.

Once taking the last step on the staircase, I start to grin. Making my way back to the kitchen, I saw Tommy just standing there with the spatula.. watching the pan as the bread continued to sizzle.

I walked up behind him, making sure not to make a sound as I grabbed the spatula that was in his grip using my free hand.

"Y/N--"

He turned around but stopped halfway once he noticed how close I was to him.

Literally, he didn't dare to move. He was between me and the oven, one wrong move in either direction and he'd surely be screwed.

"Heyoo, I have the notes!" I say to him, raising and presenting my notes to the blonde.

He stares at me momentarily, him seeming a bit in panic in the certain situation he was in. Averting his gaze from me, he mutters out.

"..do you- ..not know what personal space is?"

Observing him more, I noticed his face was a different shade than normal. He seems a bit too shifty for his own good as well..

It's weird, because I kinda like when he acts like this. Because, it usually only ever happens whenever he's around me.

Probably embarrassment, nervousness-- and yet he's occasionally calm and hesitant. It's amusing to see, and enjoyable for my heart and spirit.

But, all good times must come to an end sooner or later.

So, I backed away from Tom, giving him some much needed space.

"I know what it is and I do live by it."

As soon as he was given his freedom, he headed back to the lounge once more.

Watching him leave, I couldn't help but be just a little disappointed in my actions.

Discarding the fact, I saw that the french toast was ready and placed it onto the stack I had made.

There was still quite a bit of mixture left, but I could just use it all later tonight or in the morning if I get hungry again..

I stored away the remaining mixture, then went to grab two more plates. Once doing so, I took the plates and the stack of french toast over to the coffee table Tommy was sitting near.

I placed one of the extra plates in front of him. He looks at me with a bit of a confused expression.

"Also, feel free to take as much as you want to eat- I don't mind sharing" I tell him.

"Oh- alright.. Thanks.." He murmurs.

We then start working on the project like we had planned. We ate, communicated, occasionally we'd take breaks and we'd watch some youtube videos that were in Tommy's recommendations.

And his recommendations were... erm- interesting to say the least.

I mean- nothing is out of the ordinary really, but I did see at least some videos about the smp that he's previously watched.

..and a swear one of them were titled something along the lines 'Cute Character Tommy and Y/N moments that give me life'.

Like, I even started getting recommended stuff like that because Luca kept sending them through to me. Don't think I've watched that one yet though, the thumbnail isn't something I've seen before.

But my mind was entertained at the fact he'd watch those types of youtube videos.

While watching a clip compilation of some Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo moments, the video was cut off by someone calling him.

He seemed to flinch at who was calling.

"Oh shit- Wil's calling me." He mutters.

'Wilbur is calling him?'

I was a little curious if I was being honest. Though, this could be a personal conversation between the two, so I shouldn't be that snoopy.

"Well, go ahead and answer. I won't stop you from answering Brother Soot" I tell him, going back to look over the new notes we have written down.

After me saying this, Tom answers his phone.

"Hey Wil, what's up?"

I managed to hear Wilbur's voice on the other side of the line, though it was too quiet and muffled for me to really hear anything in particular being said.

"Uhh.. I'm with Y/N right now." He ends up responding with.

My head snapped to look at Tom, surprised at his sudden mention. I surely looked mortified. How wouldn't I be? He's casually just telling Wilbur that I was with him-

Tommy finally noticed my horrified gaze and he softly smiled down to me.

"Don't look so worried. I only told a few of the members about us meeting again.." Is what he hells me.

Well- I figured as much.

Though, this just reminds me that I'm associated with someone pretty out of my league...

Then again... are streamers and youtubers really out of anyone's league..?

I managed to calm down after thinking more weird and stupid thoughts.

Tom listens to Wilbur for a while, and then his expression changes a bit after what seems to be Wilbur's last few mentioned words.

"Oh- uh..." He then takes the phone away from his ear and gestures it over to me, "Y/N. Wil wants to talk to you."

Now, this surprised me even more. Wilbur wants to talk to me? The official Wilbur Soot- best incel music artist and top notch streamer of all time-- he wants to talk to me?

I slowly and carefully took Tom's phone from him and held it close to my ear.

"Uhhmm... Ello, Wilbur?" I say, a little unsure of myself.

"Y/N..!" I heard Wilbur's voice exclaim, "Good!, so- Tommy was telling the truth"

I laughed a bit at his words.

"You thought he would lie?"

"I mean- I had my doubts at first..." He mutters.

"Fair enough" I felt myself smiling.

"..Anyways, how have you been? What are you and Tommy up to?" Wilbur then quizzes me.

"Things are well... Right now me and him are working on a school project." I answered him.

"Oh yeah, you two go to the same college..." He hums at the reminder, "Honestly, when he told me about you transfering into his class-- I couldn't stop laughing...!" He then begins to laugh a bit.

"..It's not that funny" I told him.

"-Oh, but it was funny.." He states, his once joking tone turning serious, "Like- what were the chances of that? It seems like something made up in a fictional story"

"Well, that is true..." I murmured.

Everything just seems like a whole act of fiction. And- in all honesty, I wouldn't even be mad if it was.

Recently, so much has happened between me and Tom-- If we're the MC's, I'd just be disappointed that I didn't do anything that cool yet.

"Also, what's the deal with you two?" Wilbur suddenly asks.

I raised an eyebrow at his question.

"..what are you on about?"

"I'm just wondering because... Like, the child is the most talkative whenever he's talking about you." He ends up mentioning, "I swear- he doesn't stop talking about you... Even if the subject of the conversation wasn't anything to do with you, he never fails to bring you up."

"And- don't worry. He only talks about you with us when none of us are streaming... You should consider yourself lucky..!"

His words managed to touch my heart.

Just knowing Tom did that made me quite pleased with things.

"...I'll keep that in mind" My smile grew wider.

"Y/N? What is Wil saying to you?" Tom finally decides to speak up, getting closer to me in order to try and snoop.

Wilbur lets out a gasp.

"Uh oh-! He knows something is up..!" He quickly clears his throat, "So... Wanna talk about taxes?"

My mind just went blank after that.

"I'd rather not talk about taxes"

"--okay, give me the phone back" Tommy says, taking his phone out of my grasp.

After doing this, he holds his phone up to his mouth and raises his voice into a shouting manner.

"Wil! I don't know what this tax business is- but it needs to stop now..!"

I heard Wilbur's panicky and scrambled sentences, trying to talk to Tommy, but he didn't seem to be having it.

Tom lets out a huff.

"I'm hanging up--"

"Bye Wilbur!!" I exclaim, knowing this was the last time I'm going to be talking with him for a while.

Once he hung up, there was silence in the air. He places his phone down onto the coffee table, next to his empty plate. Suddenly, the phone starts going off again, displaying that Wilbur was calling him again.

I glanced at Tommy, a bit curious.

He returns my gaze and shrugs to me.

"--I'm not picking it up" He tells me.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Don't leave your brother hanging like that... Pick up the call..."

He shakes his head, picking up a pencil that was laying on the table.

"We're working on the project- no more distractions from Wilbur."

Seeing as I couldn't change his mind, I decided to just continue working on the project with him. All while Wilbur continued to pester him with calls.

I know Tommy wasn't actually mad, he was doing it as a joke like he usually does... But maybe he's pulling his bit out a little too long for my liking...

Well... That's Tommyinnit for you--- I guess.