Chicago, Illinois

Part 2

"You look like shit." The guy said, earning a glare from the others. "Fine, but you can shower at our place also our neighbor knows how to patch up people."

"He can't- our water bill will go up."

"Calm down debs, look at him. Come on kid." Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, defensively as the older grabbed his arm pulling him.

"Kid?! I'm like the same age as you!"

"Keep dreaming kid." The blonde let out a exaggerated sigh of defeat.

"Can I know what your guys names are?" He asked, raising a eyebrow his gaze shifting between the two.

"My name is Debby and this is dipshit of a brother Carl."

"Carl with a C or K?"

"C obviously who spells Carl with a K?!" The younger let out a soft chuckle, I know who. He thought to himself, only to find himself missing that person and the others.

Time skip

He sat on there couch, just got out of the shower. As was it Veronica?- they called her V though, well she stitched him up.

"Do any of you have phones I need to call someone." He groaned in pain as he shifted.

"Yea here you go." Carl handed him a black flip phone, he fiddled with it for a second trying to figure out who to call.

Wilbur.

He put in his number, praying that he would pick up.

He did.

"Hello?"

"Hey Wilbur." He said trying to make his voice sound as enthusiastic as possible, he saw in the corner of his eye that Carl winced at my faking happiness.

"Hey Tommy! Oh- wait why are you calling on a random number, is everything ok?" His voice was laced in concern and worry, it was like a switch flipped in Toms mind process. I can't tell him.

"Everything is fine, I just wanted to say my parents are taking me on vacation for awhile. I don't know how long, but it doesn't have cell reception. So I just wanted to say I love you and have fun at your cousins."

"I love you to Toms, you deserve this vacation more than anyone else. Have fun bubs." The younger put on a weak smile.

"Goodbye Wilbur." He hung up, with only one of them knowing that goodbye was going to the last thing from Tommy in awhile.

"So you lied, where you plan on stayin?" The brunette asked, jumping over the couch landing on the spot next to him.

"I don't have money, but I'll figure it out." Carl started to smirk, the icy blue eyes looked directly into the greenish ones concussed.

"How about you stay here?" The younger shrugged, and pressed his lips together.

"Sure, why not? Also do you guys know how to disguise yourself."

"Why do you need to do that?" V asked, poking him up and down.

"Running from the cops?"

"Running from your parents?"

"Running from someone who wants to kill you?" He scrunched his eyebrows and shook his head.

"What- no no I have four million followers on twitch and seven million subscribers on YouTube I've been getting recognized a lot recently." They all made the 'oh' face, he let out a soft laugh.

"Well I can only think of you dying your hair- maybe you should ask Mickey, he did escape from jail and went through the us to Mexico border unnoticed."

"Then he was thrown back into jail. Just dye your hair kid." The eldest said ruffling his blonde curls, he gave her a goofy grin.

"Ok, wheres the nearest store?"

"Come on I will take you." Carl said patting his shoulder, grinning as he got up, "Also I suggest changing your clothing style."

Time skip

He furrowed his eyebrows at the older as carl stuffed the box hair dye into his shirt, peeling off the price bar code first.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh, just come on we're walking out of the store." The child laughed softly at his antics, the brunette just smugly smirked.

"So why were you all beat up n shit?"

"W-Well shitty parents." The older pressed his lips together, nodding silently.

"I know what you mean, well- Frank and Monica never hit us- well actually frank did head but Ian once but they were very shitty in other ways. I mean I almost got into west point by not the actual test but the trauma test that makes up for my stupidity."

"Wait you wanted to go to west point?" He nodded laughing, cheekily grinning.

"Yea I didn't get in, but I still go to military school."

"Do you like it?" Tommy asked him, wondering in the back of his head how he pays for tuition.

"Yea, all my life I've done what ever the hell i want, it's nice to have someone to put me in order."

Time skip

The two finally got done goofing around as they dyed the blonde hair brown, arguing on how to do it. No one other than V and Debbie knew about the sixteen year old.

"You look better with blonde hair." The younger rolled his eyes flipping him off, walking out of the restroom.

The pair hopped on the couch downstairs, turning on the tv to a random channel.