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Old Childhood Friends/Tommy/P.1

Old Childhood Friends
Request: Yep! IRL friend asked for it
Warning: Cussing
Extra: This is platonic
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As star-light was centimetres away, the giant metal doors shut down, Hugo's hands were sweating, he was seconds away from getting killed by the insane woman.
But he didn't know what she was running away from.
"Watcha doing?"
"Writing."
"You should catch up on some sleep."
"On an airplane? No way in hell is that going to happen."
"Are you deft? It's dead quiet ."
"Oh, it is."
"I think you got to deep into writing your mind blocked all sound, it's silent. Sleep."
"Fine."
Writing been a dream of mine since I was a kid.
Letting my mind flow on a piece of white paper creating characters and plot, making a world with no limitations.
Creating a place that would never exist with characters and objects and nature that would never exist.
Was something I always enjoyed doing.
Though finding people with the same interests was harder after my family moved to America because my dad found a new job.
I was born in Liverpool and adopted in Birmingham by my dads.
Living in San Antonio was nice, had to get used to the heat, but nice.
Every August was hell.
But still nice.
I didn't make many friends but I met two friends.
William and Willow.
Twins that were total opposites.
But they had two no three things in common , how they look, there dark sense of humour and wanting to be my best-friend. See that there's no S there? Yeah they'd fight over me and I still don't know why.
When I told them I was going back to the UK the sounded devastated.
I also asked why they adored me so much.
They simply answered that they found me so adorable.
I felt sad to think it was because of my looks.
But I didn't tell them, I didn't want to sound like I was fishing for attention.
I was excited to go back to my home town but when I asked my dads told me we were not going to Birmingham but London.
I wasn't surprised we moved to London a year after I was adopted then lived there for 5 years.
I'm now 16 turning 17 in a few.
I wonder what changed and what didn't, there's one thing I hope didn't change,
The people.
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~{ Dream World }~
Me, dad and papa just moved to London.
I was scared that no one was going to like me.
Being in an adoption centre and system for 4-5 years gave me severe PTSD. I was always taken and given back. I was never in a house hold for more then 7 weeks. Well 7 weeks was the longest.
My know new parents that I've been with for around a year now told me that everything was going to be fine.
One day I was playing soccer in the backward when by accident I kicked the ball to hard, it flew over the wooden fence.
I would've asked papa to get the ball back but they were on a video call with there boss, knowing that they couldn't just work at home.
Wanting not to bother them, I took all the confidence I had and walked to the neighbouring house and knocked on the door.
A kind looking women opened the door.
"Hey hun, what do you need?"
"M-mm I-I k-kick-kicked my b-ba-ball in your ya-ya-yard. »
« Oh alright, you can just go around and get it. »
« Thank you. »
« I walked around the house to the backyard, I saw the black and white ball.
I ran to it and picked up, the ball was I my hands.
I raised my head to see a blond hair boy.
« What are you doing here? »
« I came to get my ball. »
« So that's your ball. »
« Yeah. »
« I never seen you around here, your new? »
« I moved here from Birmingham. »
« Oh, so what's your name? »
« Y/N, You? »
« Tommy. »
« Nice to meet you. »
« Same. »
~{ End Of Dream World }~
« Honey, wake up we're landing. »
« Already? »
« Yep,you slept the hole way. »
« Really? »
« Yeah. »
Outside the airport
We were waiting for are cab.
All that was on my mind was Tommy. I haven't talked or seen him since I was 12.
We kept in contact for only a year after I moved.
After we drifted.
We usually chatted on days like birthday's saying the usual 'happy birthday'
Though that hasn't happened in two years.
Jeez I almost forgotten about Tommy.
Are cab took a sharp turn to a street that was very familiar.
It was the same exact street from my childhood.
Stopping in front the same home from 5 years ago.
« How did you-. »
« We were surprised as well, but It was for sale. So we took it. »
« I mean, it's the neighborhood you know and lived in. »
« True, so am I going to the college I was at before we moved? »
« Yep. »
I opened the door and ran up the stairs and ran to the right.
M'y room looked the same except the wall were white instead of the orangey peach it used to be.
But I like it better like this.
I wonder if Tommy still lives next door.
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If waking up early was bad enough to start with. Imagine waking up 2 hours before your alarm.
Sleepless nights are something I'm already used to.
I just woke up, slapped on a cute outfit and tip toed down stairs and ate a muffin like that I don't wake up dad and papa.
I haven't went to that college in years.
One side of me wish's that people remember me and the other wishes not.
Though I hope some remember me and others don't as well.
Time skip
God this is just pure nostalgia.
The mask hid everyone's faces but I recognized everyone very well.
Happy to know some people never change.
Others not.
While walking true the halls I heard everyone chatting about....
Well I can't really hear much everyone talking over each other hides personal conversations pretty well.
Though I could hear something's well topics I guess?
Writing
Fashion
Gaming
Stress
School
Honestly I think This topics were only the mane ones I heard because they are the things I think about on a daily base.
Normal minor thoughts I guess?
I don't know.
Right, now I need my time table.
To Ms Rodriguez office.
I hope her door is always open like back in 2015.
Thank god it is.
« Hello? »
« Hey darling here to get your time table? »
« Yeah. »
« Name? »
« Y/N L/N. »
« Y/N!? »
« Hey. »
« When did you come ? »
« A week ago. »
« Welcome back! »
« Thanks. »
« Heads up math class changed place, it's now on the second floor. »
« Thank you but why? »
« It's your first class. »
« Really? »
« Yep and It starts in 15 minutes. »
« What! »
« Yep you should get going. »
« Right! See you Ms Rodriguez! »
« Until next time Hun. »
I ran out of the office as I sprinted to the stairs on the first floor that leaded to the second floor.
The school had many renovations since I last been here.
Most of them being changement of classrooms, paint change and lockers have changed place for sure.
I ran true a hall that used to be just lockers and two doors to a woman and man W.C.
Now it has doors to new classrooms.
But when I got to the second floor there was new halls meaning even more classrooms!
Just perfectly what I needed as a past student from the school, teachers are going to expect more from you.
Forgetting the new renovations.
I was sprinting around the halls trying to find this stupid math class.
The additional Precautionary mesures for COVID help as well!
Until you slip and fall because of fucking purell on the floor.
« Fuck. »
« Hey you ok? »
« Does it look like it genius? »
« No, but do you need help? »
« Yes that would be helpful. »
« Do I know you? »
« Depends, what year are you? »
« 12. »
« You might. »
« You? »
« 12. »
« How haven't I seen you around then? »
« I was here for my first year but had to move to America before I started Year 8. »
« Oh ok. »
« So what's your name? »
« Thomas, you? »
« Y/N, pleased to meet you. »
« Pleasures all mine. »
« Formal much. »
« Parents. »
« Understandable. »
« We're going to be late. »
« Do you know where math class is? »
« Yeah it's my first class, follow me. »
« Alright. »
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