from the first story roof | purpled x oc

chapter 9

she awoke in the boys arms. she now found herself the most safe there. the unsung melody of love constantly hung around the two.

she sat up, rubbing her eyes. he snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her back down.
"morning," he smiled. she laughed , pulling away from him and standing up.

"you're streaming at 12 with tommy and tubbo," she thought out loud absentmindedly. he sighed, checking his phone. it was 10:45 am. the beautiful blonde fiddled with her ring, pulling it off and tugging the rings open. she was bathed in sunlight, warm and flooding her soul, touching down on her skin. he hummed as he watched her. he didn't think a human being could be more perfect.

*

about an hour later, the blonde returned from the greenhouse, rosy cheeks and cold from the tinge in the air. grayson was setting up for the stream as she walked in. she preferred his company and his house rather than being alone. alone was when the thoughts and memories plagued her mind. she dragged memories behind her as she walked.

she sat down in her normal chair, legs tucked to her chest and sketching as he began to address the chat. she heard the familiar sound of tommy yelling through the headset. the minutes wore on, and the interactions continued, making her giggle.

the was taken aback when she heard her name come through. "is salem there?" it was tommy.

purpled peeked over. "yes, salem's here," he said.

"can i speak to her?"

"one sec," the boy said, muting his mic and motioning to salem.

"hi!" her sweet voice rang through the mic.

"purpled, give her the headset! let me talk to her!"

grayson sent her a look. she shrugged, pulling the headphones over her ears.

"no funny business. i'm not gonna be able to hear you," he pointed to his eyes and to the screen. salem laughed, and tommy cackled from the other side of the headset.

"are you good at minecraft?" he asked her.

she snorted. "i can build, i'm not very-" at that moment a zombie began attacking her. she squealed. grayson sighed from next to her as she attempted to fight back before the screen appeared showing that she had died. tommy laughed, smacking the desk as she buried her face in her hands.

"salem," tommy began as she made her way from the spawn point. "are you dating purpled?"

the girl panicked. the two had been official for about a month, and weren't public yet. she stuttered. "why-why would you think that?" she cleared her throat.

the boy on the other side of the screen smacked the desk in silent laughter. "i dunno, maybe because you're at his house 24/7?"

"tommy, you're british!" grayson chimed in. "you know nothing!"

salem broke out in a fit of laughter as the two began an argument between america and england.

tommy sighed. "so salem," she could practically feel his eyebrows raised at her through the screen. "are you dating the uh- purpled kid?"

"why, are you jealous?" she asked.

he scoffed, exhaling. "of course not! i get lots of women! and drugs. are you going to answer me or not?"

she peeked over.

"are you ready?" he mouthed. she took a breath, exhaling. they had to know at some point.

"yes, actually," the blonde said, smiling. the chat went wild.

"wow, i didn't actually expect you to say yes," tommy said in disbelief. "really? him? look at me! i'm a man!"

she rolled her eyes, as the two continued on, playing on the dream smp.

"salem," grayson said.

she glanced over, and he showed her his phone. the hashtag "#surpled" was trending at number 2 in the US.

she scoffed. "you could've at least chosen a better ship name! what the fuck is surpled? i hate it here," she sighed as laughter erupted.

she had fun with tommy, making lots of jokes and building houses. tommy attempted to take salem to the nether. she was terrified, and had never been. it didn't go very well, the girl dying at every point possible, much to graysons chagrin.

soon, they shut off the stream.

a few hours later, her discord pinged.

it was from dream.

dreamwastaken
hi salem. i saw your stream with tommy earlier, and was wondering if you would potentially like to join the smp? wilbur has some ideas for a character, and he thinks you'll fit it, as long as you get more involved in the role play than purpled LMAOOO

salem's jaw dropped. she didn't expect this, considering how horrible she was at minecraft.

"grayson!" she called.

(a/n- hey guys. i'm running low on ideas for this story, and want your guys input on what i should include in this book. i'm open to any suggestions (but smut, obviously) but please feel free to put any ideas here! love u guys!)