ahahaha..
I sick myself and i hate this chapter so
boom
burnout writing
+No pov(shocker, when do i ever write in 1st person?)
Well, to say the very least.. Tommy felt like a piece of cat shit rolled in a bundle of blankets tossed into a freezer which was tossed into a dumpster full of rats and bugs.
Yeah, not very pretty to imagine.
He'd woken up about twelve minutes ago, he knew full well that he had school that day, normally, he'd be eating breakfast right about now, then getting changed into his uniform and leaving with Wilbur to get dropped off but no.
Tommy decided fuck school, i'm gonna throw up if I even move.
The problem with that being he was too warm, wrapped in two blankets and sweating.
And thats the exact moment some bitch decided to enter his room at turn the light on.
"Tommy, get up we have to go" Oh, AND it was Wilbur, Tommy thought.
Tommy grumbled something before moving slowly to pull the blankets up and over his head, hearing the too loud footsteps of Wilbur leaving his room with the door wide open.
That just annoyed the sick blonde, he never ever left his door open, because light from the lounge room windows would come into his room under the stairs.(If anybody says Harry potter i will actually get pissed. Don't, seriously.)
Some lighter footsteps returned, clearly Phil's as he wasn't as heavy as the piglin hybrids he called his brothers.
"Mate? Are you feeling alright?" Phil was close to him, he could hear him bend down and rub his shoulder through the blanket, causing him to bring it down and look at the blonde father figure.
Tommy mumbled incoherently, feeling Phil's cold hand press against his forehead(It felt like sitting in the ocean on a day over thirty(86 for Americans) degrees) before pulling it away seconds later.
"Ah. 'M gonna call your school, tell them your sick bubs, get some sleep." Phil scratched behind the Racoon hybrid's ear, the father figure knew it was one of Tommy's 'calm spots' (The odd family decided on that name as it seemed to invoke a calm feeling into the other, much to the blonde's displeasure.) a small purr emitting from the sick.
Tommy closed his eyes as the room's light source was shut off, the door was shut moments after as well, the dark giving a nicer feeling than the light.
The blonde listened to the avian, decided sleep might do him good.
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By the time Tommy woke again, there'd been a small bucket(Which the family normally used for berry picking) with a small bag wrapped around the outside and dipping on the inside. Phil had likely put it there if he threw up.
There was some light seeming into the dark mess of a room(formerly a closet), it was a cold yellow, if that made sense.
The teen's electric blue eyes wandered over to his dimmed alarm-clock(Which could also function as a radio.), reading the time slowly and sluggishly.
2:44 PM.
'I slept for that long?' Tommy thought to himself, he blinked slowly, sitting up even slower.
Though, to be fair, the blonde truly didn't give two shits, he was an incredibly light sleeper, his instincts rarely let him sleep comfortably except for his two week long slumber in winter.

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