Tommyinnit Oneshots

New House

A/N - Thank you to Prince_RandomUwu for the prompt! There's not a whole lot of plot for this one, but that's okay I think.

I trust people most won't read it like this, but please don't comment on characters holding hands, because friends hold hands, and at that point, it's not misreading it as romantic, it's choosing to read it like that because platonic friends can hold hands (outside of COVID, of course).

TW: References to bad home life, swearing

"Wil, wait up!" Tommy called from the edge of the crowd. Wilbur was about to cross the street but waited for his friend to catch up. "Hey, Tommy!" The older boy said cheerfully. "Hello, bitch."

Wilbur just chuckled good-naturedly and they walked their usual route home. They lived on the same street and had been friends ever since Wilbur moved into the neighborhood and they had started attending the same school.

"How were your classes?" Tommy asked. "Oh, the usual. Mr. Rockwell was being an asshole about me and Techno fooling around during science class. We weren't even being distracting! We were just passing notes," Wilbur whined. "What did the notes say?"

Wilbur waited a moment, a sheepish yet somehow smug smile gracing his face. "We were talking shit about the teachers-"

"WIL!" 

"-In French. He made us read them out loud and all the French students were cracking up. Lucky for us, Rockwell doesn't know French and he had no idea. He still got mad about it though." 

"Oh, that's so awesome," Tommy said, a tinge of admiration in his voice that made Wilbur's pride swell. He resisted the urge to ruffle Tommy's hair and instead took his hand as they crossed a slightly busy street. "I'm not a little kid," Tommy scoffed. Wilbur only walked faster, dragging Tommy behind him. "Yes you are, you're a child."

"Hey, what's down that road?" The blond asked after a few minutes as they passed an unfamiliar street. He was still holding Wilbur's hand, enjoying his last few minutes of safety before he got home. "Houses, I'd guess," Wilbur quipped. "Let's go down it!" exclaimed Tommy, gripping Wilbur's hand to pull him. The brunet indulged, sensing Tommy's hesitancy about going home, and they made their way down the sidewalk.

Nearing the edge of the road, they realized why they had never been down it: the other end stopped abruptly and led to a clearing. After seeing woods at the edge of the field, Wilbur knew it must somehow connect to the woods behind his and Tommy's house. He made a mental note to ask Techno to figure out how that worked since he was a human GPS.

"This is so sick, we have to check it out!" 

"Tommy, it's just a field. There's not much interesting about it."

"But maybe we'll find a treehouse or something! And we can hang out in it after school and it would be so poggers."

Wilbur chose to ignore Tommy using the word 'poggers' and focused on the rest of his statement. He begrudgingly followed the boy to the end of the road, knowing that the younger's interest stemmed from his home. Tommy tried anything and everything to keep himself out in the afternoons for as long as possible. He had never told Wilbur why, but his mother told him the gossip from the other women on the road about Tommy's parents and knew they weren't great people who definitely didn't deserve to have a child.

It was quiet as they walked through the unruly grass, save for Tommy getting excited about finding dandelions, and Wilbur smiled at his childishness. 

"You got a lot of homework tonight, Tommy?" Wilbur asked casually. "Nope! Had a study hall last period, finished it all there. In history, the teacher-" His attention was caught by a rabbit, which he started chasing. The rabbit got away, but Wilbur could still hear Tommy laughing from the trees. Then, he heard him shout. "Wilbur! Look at this!" He said excitedly before his form disappeared among the tree trunks. With a sigh, Wilbur jogged after him, hoping Tommy wouldn't wander too far.