Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Kristen, make him stop! (Phil and Wilbur+Kristen)

Phil's POV:

Kristen was in the US. Her visa was just going through but my anxiety had gone through the roof. Being autistic and having to deal with a change in routine, was difficult, but I was an adult. I just didn't really want to be alone when I was like that, so I asked Will if he wanted to come over. I was in the new house, and that didn't help with being anxious, or the change in routine. I was trying to process it all in my head, whilst pretending I was fine, and it wasn't going well. Luckily, Will was happy to come and stay, and we decided he would come the next day. We spent that night buying a train ticket and sat in a call chatting.

"I really appreciate you coming. I've been really anxious recently, and being alone doesn't make it any better."

"I knew it already. It was predictable when you think about your situation. But I'm not coming down to look after you, I'm coming down to hang out. If you need help, I'll help. But I'm not babysitting, because you don't need that."

"Thanks Will. That was going to be my next point anyway."

"Don't worry about it. And did you want to stream together, because you know the fans will go mental if we do?"

"Yea, that'd be nice. I was going to stream anyway, but you're right. The fans will be so happy if we streamed together."

"I can't wait."

"Neither can I."

"Yea, well I've got to get to sleep. Early start and all."

"Yea, me too. See you tomorrow Will."

"See you Phil."

I didn't sleep that night. I tried. But I was just lying there for 4 hours. So I got up and cleaned the house. I put away some of my stuff that was still in boxes. I sorted out some stuff for my streaming room. And then I sat and listened to music whilst chilling on the dream smp. It was 7:00 am, by the time I realised how long I had been playing for. So I got myself ready for the day and then got breakfast. It was a routine I didn't want to get used to, but it was working for the moment and that was all that I needed.

I picked Will up from the train station just after lunch and drove us to pick up subway for an actual lunch. I kept messing about with my mask while we were stood waiting. "You alright?" He gestured towards my ear. I just nodded. Masks had bothered me since the start of the pandemic, but I didn't want to deal with the backlash I would get from not wearing my mask. Even if I was exempt, people would question it. But I kept taking the bit that was on my ear, on and off. It wasn't taking the mask off, but it was helping a little. I was doing it over and over again. "Phil?" I looked over at Will. He exaggerated taking in a deep breath, and I did the same, feeling my exhale being shaky, and my chest hurting a little. "Send me a text with what you want, but go stand outside. And remember to take your mask off yeah?"

"I'm fine." He gave me a look, the look. "Thanks." I went and stood outside. Shoved my mask in my pocket, texted Will and did the one breathing exercise I could always remember. Around 20 minutes later, Will came out with the food and we walked back to the car. I got in and sighed heavily.

"Phil. I knew you were anxious, but I didn't know it was this bad."

"It's isn't normally. It's all the change of routine. Covid has been hard enough, but now I'm in a new house, and Kristen isn't here. And Kristen promised me when we started looking for houses, that she would help me when we moved. But she can't help me through a screen. She can't give me a hug through a screen. She can't tell me to go to sleep when I'm up for the entire night, because she doesn't even know I'm up." I started crying when I said that Kristen wasn't here. I missed her, and it had made everything so difficult to do.