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Chapter Two: Home

Wilbur was the creative one. Writing music, painting, sketching in class, and always getting straight A's. While both of the older Watson boys were popular, Wilbur was popular in a different way. Every girl fawning over him, the teachers knowing him as a wonderful, charasmatic kid. He was like the main character you come accross every once in a while that you actually like- at least that's how Tommy saw him. Wilbur was beloved by everyone and was friends with everyone in the school, whenever he would forget someone's name they would just act like it was their own fault.

Secondly, Techno, the oldest of all the Watson kids. He was also creative writing stories, but he more so loved chess and poetry. Techno viewed them as more "Intellectually capeable" but Tommy just thought he was trying to make himself feel better for liking something so stupid. Techno was going to Harvard in a few months, visiting back home on the weekends, but mainly at college for law school. Everyone saw him as a well-rounded, intellectual with a bright future. Although not nearly as many girls fawned over Techno, that didnt bother him he didn't want a girlfriend anyways.

Tommy was walking home from sneaking out last night. He dodged the puddles on the sidewalk, glancing at his reflection as he passed. He was wearing his "iconic", as Phil said, red and white shirt, jeans, and black sneakers. He turned a corner and pulled out his phone to look at the time, 5:00 a.m. That makes sense... He thought looking up to the horizon seeing orange and yellow light leak through.

The Williams lived in a middle-class neighborhood, bbq's every once in a while on holidays, neighborhood kids playing basketball out front, and the occassional creep driving around. All the houses looked about the same, two storied buldings with a few windows and beige walls with brown and red roofing. Their house, however, was in the second coldesac to come up on their street, Strawberry Drive.

Tommy turned into the coldesac walked up to his house, the grass still dewy from the rain the night before. He checked all the windows first, making sure they were pitch black and not lit up, indicating someone was awake. He was climbing the metal pipe leading up to the roof by his window when all of a sudden Technoblade's light turned on. Shoot!Tommy forgot Techno had to open at the library today. Tommy picked up his pace trying not to make noise but failing in his slight panic.

He opened his window and quickly ran to closet, changing to sweats and a black tee and hopping into bed, knowing Techno would check in on him before he went downstairs. Tommy closed his eyes harshly as the door opened, the footsteps of his eldest brother walking in, examining the plain walls, and messy floor around him.

"Gosh Tommy," Technoblade grumbled, "You need to pick after youself." he sighed and walked out of the room glancing back at Tommy with a worn-out expression. "By the way, if youre going to pretend sleep, you should look the part, get dressed and come down staris. I want to know where you were last night." Techno closed the door and Tommy could hear his footsteps leading down the steps as he got out of bed and started to put on a black collered shirt and the same pair of jeans as yesterday, they had a bit of a dirt stain on the cuff of them near his ankle but that didnt bother him.

"Morning Tech!" Tommy said with fake enthusiasm. "Tech" was not happy and instead glared at him whole drinking his morning coffee.

"Where were you?" He asked bluntly.

"Oh c'mon! Why so tense man?" Tommy asked trying to come up with a good excuse as to where he was last night ooening the fridge to get the milk.

"Tommy." Techno had a tone to his voice he only uses when hes being serious, Tommy knew he wasnt messing around but he still hadnt come up with an excuse so he grabbed a bowl, spoon, and cereal and began making breakfast. Pretending to ignore Technoblade he sat down and started eating, trying to igonore Techno's stare and think of an excuse.