Tommy & Tubbo || Platonic Oneshots

Interruption

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Tubbo

      While I was halfway through teaching a Year Seven class, the classroom door suddenly burst open, interrupting me and gaining everyone's attention.

      Tommy came into the room and rushed towards me, hugging me tightly and hiding his face against my shoulder. The children began to whisper amongst themselves, and I caught a few conversations on the tables near us.

      "Why's Mr. Simons here?"

      "I dunno. He seems really close with Mr. Smith, though."

      "Maybe they're dating!"

      "Oh my God, our teachers are gay?"

      "This is pretty weirdchamp, not gonna lie."

      Most of the conversations seemed to be about the same thing, and they all ended in everyone deciding that Tommy and I were in a relationship. I felt incredibly uncomfortable whenever anyone even joked about us being together, so it was an absolutely awful experience when an entire classroom of eleven-year-old children simultaneously agreed that I was dating my best friend.

      Tommy could most likely hear what the children were saying, and I knew he was uncomfortable with it as well, so it definitely wasn't helping him. I knew something had happened, but I couldn't just stop and let him vent - since I was in the middle of a lesson - so I continued with the class as if there wasn't a twenty-two-year-old IT teacher clinging onto me like his life depended on it.

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      As the bell rang out in the halls, the students began packing up and heading to the cafeteria for lunch, leaving the classroom empty besides me and Tommy. I gently guided the clingy man to my desk and sat him down in the chair while I leaned against the wall beside him.

      "So, what happened?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

      Tommy stayed quiet for a little longer before he started to shake and I heard him let out a small sob. "I-I.. I'm sorry, Tubbo- I'm s-sorry..."

      I pushed myself off the wall and knelt down in front of him, gently placing a hand over one of his shaking fists. "You don't need to be sorry for anything, Tommy. I promise it's okay."

      He looked at me with watery eyes. "B-But-"

      "No buts. It's okay. Just let it all out." I said, bringing him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around me in return after a moment, burying his face into my shoulder again and letting his tears fall.

      He cried for a while, and I was seriously worried about what could have possibly happened. When he eventually calmed down and pulled away, I gave him a few moments before breaking the silence.

      "Do you wanna tell me what happened?"

      He looked down. "It's stupid.. You'll just laugh at me."

      "I'm not going to laugh at you while you're this upset, Tommy. You're my best friend."

      "OOOOOH, HE GOT FRIENDZONED!" A high-pitched voice suddenly startled the both of us, and we turned to the classroom door to see two students that had stayed instead of heading to lunch, one of which was recording us with their phone. I recognized them as Alex and Schlatt, two of the loudest and most annoying children I'd ever had to teach.

      Tommy tensed up beside me, clearly as uncomfortable as I was. I stood up and glared at the two snickering boys, instantly silencing both of them. Alex hid behind his friend, looking slightly afraid, but Schlatt looked smug as he lowered his phone with a grin.

      I held out my hand. "Give me your phone. You know you can't have it out during school hours. I'll hand it back to you at the end of the day."

      Schlatt walked over and gave me his phone, still grinning. I glared at him as he walked out, pulling a frozen Alex along with him.

      "God, I hate children," I mostly muttered to myself, opening a drawer and setting the phone down. I walked over to the door to check that nobody else was there and decided to lock it, not wanting Tommy to feel worse. When I walked back over to him, I noticed he'd started to tear up again. "I'm really sorry about that, Tommy." I said as I knelt back down in front of him.

      He wiped at his eyes and sniffed. "It's fine."

      I hummed in reply, not really sure of what to say. It was silent for another minute or so, until Tommy took a deep breath, catching my attention.

      "I just felt so sad and- just so alone all of a sudden," He mumbled, looking back down. "I didn't really know what else to do.. I'm sorry for interrupting your class like that."

      I reached out and rubbed his arm a little in a comforting manner. "Well, since we're both finishing early today, how about we go to your place and just hang out for a bit? Like when we were in college?"

      "Yeah, sure." He said with a small smile. I brought him in for a hug, and he gripped onto me again, but not as tightly as before.

      The bell rang out in the halls again, telling us that lunch was over. I didn't have any more classes for the day and neither did Tommy, so he just stayed with me while I marked books and prepared future lessons. We ended up talking about the most stupid and random things, occasionally having serious conversations about our mental health, and when the final bell eventually rang, all I wanted was for Schlatt to hurry up and come back to get his phone so we could leave.

      When he walked through the door that I'd unlocked a few minutes before the bell rang, he still had that irritating smug grin on his face. I handed him his phone with an annoyed frown, glaring at him as he left as per usual. I really did despise children, especially that one.

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Alex

      "So, it was really still recording that whole time?" I asked, trying my best to see Schlatt's phone as we walked back to his dad's house.

      "Yep," He chuckled. "I'm surprised that fuckin' worked."

      "Well? Did it catch anything juicy?" I questioned eagerly.

      "We'll listen to it when we get to my place, alright?"

      "Fine." I pouted, folding my arms.

      When we got to Schlatt's house, I instantly ran up to his room and impatiently waited for him to follow me in. We sat on his mess of a bed and he started the video, skipping to the part where Mr. Smith put his phone in a drawer.

      What we heard was not what we were expecting. We weren't really expecting much anyway, but as the video played, it felt like we were intruding on something extremely personal. Mr. Simons just sounded so upset that it made me a little uncomfortable, and eventually it got to the point where I told Schlatt to delete the video. It felt too intrusive and upsetting. It wasn't funny.

      "Wow, I feel like shit." He sighed after permanently deleting the recording. He leaned back and rested his head against the wall behind us, and we sat in a tense silence for a few long moments.

      "That was just..." I trailed off, having no words to describe how I was feeling. It was a weird and awkward memory, and I felt strangely guilty. We'd just listened to two of our teachers - who'd apparently been best friends since college - have serious conversations after one of them had a breakdown.

      How are you supposed to feel after intruding on something like that? 'Cause I really don't know.

                        
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