Pieces |A dreamwastaken x oc PLATONIC fan fiction|

Chapter 3

"Tommy!?" I say, shocked. Clay looks very surprised, and then starts wheezing again.

"Wait, your boyfriend sounds familiar," Tommy mused. Suddenly, his mouth opens. "TUBBO, COME HERE!" A little brown haired kid peeked out from behind the trees a couple meters away and runs up to Tommy.

"Yes?" he asks, in the same british accent. It's Tubbo. I am confused out of my mind why two of Clay's child friends are hanging out at the same beach in America at the exact same time as Clay and I.

"Tubbo?" I say. "Jesus."

"You sound familiar!" Tubbo says to me. "Wait."

"That's Dream, Tubs!" Tommy yells, pointing to Clay. Clay pretends like he doesn't recognize them or hear them. It's obvious that he doesn't want the children to see his face.

"No, that's impossible," Tubbo says, putting his hands on his hips.

"I'm not joking! Right, Dream?" Tommy defends, poking Clay's shoulder. Clay tries not to smile but breaks out in a huge grin.

"Whatever. No putting my face on the internet, Tommy and Tubbo," he chuckles. "And she's not my girlfriend." Tubbo is looking uncomprehendingly at me, as if trying to piece things together.

"Wait, you're Magic Maisy!" Tubbo screams, jumping up and down excitedly. "I recognize the voice!" I laugh and roll my eyes. "MAGIC MAISY IS WITH DREAM, WHAT." Tubbo screams again, putting his hands in the air and spinning like a toddler.

"We aren't together!" I say, laughing.

"It sure looks like it," Tommy says. "Also, I want a picture with Dream." Clay looks at him.

"No, you'll put it on the internet. The only picture you get is one in your head, okay?" Clay says. "And we aren't together."

"YES YOU ARE!" Tubbo screams, going crazy again. Now I'm getting annoyed.

"We're just friends," I snap.

"Wait, you look like a child," Tommy says, looking down at me. I'm pretty short.

"How dare you!" I say.

"How old are you?" Tommy asks.

"Wow, you're just like Clay. A stalker."

"JESUS CHRIST NO I'M NOT," Tommy screams defensively. "I'M JUST ASKING A QUESTION!"

"I'm older than you!" I say.

"But -" Tommy starts, but I cut him off.

"17."

"WAIT REALLY?" Tubbo yells. He is going totally crazy.

"Uh, yeah," I say. "What's the problem?"

"YOU'RE A MINOR!" Tommy screams. I roll my eyes. "JUST LIKE DRISTA AND ME AND TUBS!"

"Who's Drista?" I ask. Clay chuckles from behind me.

"She's my sister," he says, rubbing his neck uncomfortably.

"You have a sister?" I say.

"Yup. She's... thirteen, I think. Or fourteen. I don't know," Clay says. I nod my head. "She talked to Tommy a couple weeks ago, when my family visited for the holidays."

"Is that her real name?" I say.

"Ha, no. Tommy gave her that name," Clay says. Tommy and Tubbo are whispering to each other a couple feet away. "What are you children speaking about?" Tommy looks up and sticks his tongue out at us.

"Y'know, Maisy's a child as well!" Tommy quips. I gasp, trying to look offended.

"Naw," Clay says, putting his arm around my shoulder. "You're only a child if you act like one. She's a minor, not a child." Tubbo laughs, and Tommy glares at us angrily, trying to think of a comeback to the comeback.

We talk for a while, Clay finally gives Tommy the picture he asked for, and Tubbo and I take a picture together, because turns out, Tubbo's been watching me since I started Twitch a couple of years ago. It's cool to think that someone like him, with more than a million followers, watches my videos. I never realized he was in the chat, maybe I was just that oblivious. A little while later, we say goodbye and plan to meet up another time. Tommy's less obnoxious off screen, but not much. When Clay realizes I walked all the way here, an hour walk, he pushes me into his Tesla and instead of going home, we go for a drive. It's really pretty. He takes a gravelly road around the wilderness of Florida. I haven't seen much of Florida. My family moves around a lot. I only moved to Florida about a year ago.

For lunch, we get food from a fast food place and then hike up to the top of a small hill and sit in the grass. Clay's so, so nice. It's cool, talking to him. I don't talk to many people, really. He tells me about how he rose up so fast on Youtube, and I tell him the struggles of managing high school, Twitch, and taking care of myself, since my parents were always gone. He offers for me to be his roommate until my parents are gone, but I can't accept. It would be too much. He tells me that he lives across the street from the high school, the one I go to, but I still can't say yes.

"Please, Maisy?" Clay pleads, taking my hand in his and with the other, pointing to the space right between the trees and the sky, where you could just see a light yellow color. "Look how pretty it is," he whispers. It really is. I look up at the entire sky. The round, cloudless light blue sky makes me feel like I'm in a snow globe without the snow. It almost feels like every person on Earth is just a minuscule piece of decoration inside the glass ball, set at the highest shelf so that the little kids don't knock it over while they're playing hide and go seek with their neighbors. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I blink them away, but one runs down my cheek. Clay looks over to me and takes a finger softly across my face, wiping away the tear. I smile at him and rest my head on his shoulder, sighing. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and looks off at the city. I want to stay like this forever and ever. 

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