'~Tubbo~'
I smile at the kids running around the music room. I decided to become a music teacher in the very same school I had gone to for high school. Clear Brook Academy. Phill and Techno decided to become environmentalists while Ranboo and Nikki continued on their path of being musicians.
"Mr. Smith, what where you like when you were our age?" A girl asked. Tubbo looked over to the younger girl before giving a soft smile.
"Believe it or not I actually went to this high school when I was your age. I played in the Jazz band." Tubbo said with a smile. His eyes flicked to a trumpet that was recklessly thrown onto a seat and left there by the last class.
"Woah! Thats so cool! This music room was built when you were here then right?" She asked him. He flinched slightly, feeling the heart speed up inside his chest. He nodded with a small smile.
"I was one of the first people to practice inside of this room." He admitted with a smile. The girl started packing her things up, it was a quarter of the way into lunch after all. He waved a small goodbye before sighing and sitting down at his desk.
"To be kids again." He whispered quietly. The sound of running sneakers was heard from the front of the small music room. He looked up only to see no one at the door. When he walked outside he saw that the golden plaque had been covered in sharpie marker.
He felt the heart drop. He ran into the music room and grabbed some spray and desperately wiped it off. He sighed in relief when he realized it wasn't sharpie but expo marker. He looked up before reading the plaque over and over again. Tommy's word echoing in his head. The last words Tubbo ever heard him say...
"Tubbo!"
He shook a little bit. Wanting the sensation to go away. It was his lunch break, and he didn't have any other classes for the rest of the day. He walked to a certain restaurant to grab some lunch, ordering just some chicken Alfredo and a side of calamari.
He walked to the cove, where a huge willow sat overlooking the ocean. Tubbo sat under it with a small sigh and leaned against the trunk of the tall tree. The scent of pine suddenly rushed into his nose, making him look up in confusion. A gleeful laugh echoed across the beachfront.
The heart in his chest ached, he stood up and walked towards the ocean trying to tell where the sound came from. He sighed and went back to the school, staying late was his routine. It helped him focus on the important things and not let his mind wander into the oblivion.
He looked up though, checking the clock and seeing that it was already 9 pm. He stood and shook out his body a little bit before the same laugh sounded. Tubbo blinked and decided to follow the sound. He was led to the auditorium where a ghostly figure stood holding a trumpet.
"Finally, you're late." The ghost said. Tubbo covered his mouth, shocked at what he was seeing. Tommy outstretched his hand towards his best friend. Tubbo rushed to the stage full of questions but Tommy stopped him before he could speak.
"Wanna play together one last time?" Tommy asked holding out a clarinet for the older boy. Tubbo nodded and took the instrument from the other's hand. They began with just a few notes. Not knowing what song they should play. It eventually turned into an improv piece both boys synching with each other easily, like nothing had ever gone wrong.
"Hey Tubbo, what would you ever do without me?" Tommy had asked that day in the spring as they skipped rocks across the lake. Tubbo looked up, shocked at the sudden question. He shrugged, not knowing what to say. Not even wanting to imagine it.
The music ended, there was a beat of silence before Tommy gave a small bow to his best friend. He felt the heart in his chest swell with pain, Tommy put a hand over Tubbo's heart just like he always did at the end of a show as his figure started fading away slowly.
"Until next time my friend..."
