i h8 u (seriously)

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In the morning, I woke up to the boys not controlling the volume of their voices one bit. When I went into the bedroom, I saw that they hijacked my setup and were streaming off my account. As annoying as it was to wake up to that, I can't say I was mad. They really got the subs and donos rolling in. I easily got a months worth of rent from however long they were live.

"Ah good morning Isla!" Tommy smiled nervously, afraid of how I'd react to this scenario.

"I fucking hate you."

"So Isla's not a morning person guys," Tommy laughed into the mic.

"You could've at least put the green screen up," I said, looking back at the bed that they so obviously didn't make, "Guys I always make my bed. These idiots slept here last night, this mess isn't my doing. I cleaned yesterday before they came."

"She did actually," Tubbo butted in, "It was very clean when we came over."

"I'm pretty sure this is the first time chat is seeing my room now that I think about it."

I glanced at OBS to see what was in frame from my bedroom. Obviously the bed, but I was shocked to see that the portraits I drew of our friends hung on the wall were showing. I guess my room was pretty small, so I should've expected almost the entire room to show. I started making my bed while they were talking to chat. I also tidied a bit of mess that was on the floor.

"I'm gonna go make some food. Do you guys want anything?"

"Yes please!" They are shouted in unison. I laughed and nodded before leaving the room, closing the door behind me so my hallway wasn't in view anymore.

George was still asleep on the couch, god knows how. So I was quiet while I found something to make for breakfast. I thought breakfast sandwiches would be nice to have this morning, so I put over some bacon on one burner and eggs to scramble on the other one.

While I was focused on cooking, someone walked behind me and jabbed me in the sides. It wasn't until I heard the little boo! and a laugh afterwards that I realized it was George. I jumped and let out a little mixture of a squeak and a scream.

"You're a dick!" I shouted, hitting him in the chest.

"Good morning lovely," he smiled, grabbing the utensil from my hand and helping me with the food.

"Fuck off," I huffed, "I hate you, you know that?"

"I know how much you love me," he beamed at me, "But sure, if you wanna disguise that using the word hate, that's fine."

I groaned out in frustration and just continued making breakfast side by side with George. We kept hip bumping each other, threatening to throw eggs at the other, and we'd sing songs under our breath. Sometimes, I don't even realize that I'm singing out loud and George will sing along with me every time he recognizes a song. He's been listening to a lot more of my music recently. At the beginning of our friendship—which I still struggle admitting—he'd always play his kind of music in the car. I appreciate that he's been trying to enjoy the things I do.

"Boys, breakfast is ready!" I called out. George and I grabbed our portions on our plates and raced over to the couch so that we could reserve our spots. I didn't want to be kicked to the floor again.

"The stream could hear you screaming," Tommy laughed as he reached into the cupboard to grab a plate for him and the other two. He's here frequently when he visits London, so he knows where everything is.

"What do you mean?" I laughed, my mouth full of scrambled eggs.

"When you first left to make breakfast."

"Oh! That was because of this dickhead," I rolled my eyes, pointing at George.

We all ate breakfast around the coffee table, just talking about random things. Tommy got kicked to the floor this time around and he wasn't happy about it. He tried to squeeze next to Ranboo and push him out of the chair, but ranboo just put his hand on Tommy's back and shoved him to the floor.

I went on Twitter for a tiny bit before we left to the train station. My entire timeline was talking about the impromptu stream from the boys on my account. They weren't talking about anything specific; just the moments that stood out more like how they saw my background for the first time and not just a green screen, or questioning who I was screaming at since it wasn't Ranboo, Tubbo, or Tommy. Chat even got hallway reveal trending.

"Alright you boys got everything?" I asked, ushering them to the doorway. They nodded in unison, Tommy even adding a yes mum like the gremlin he is, "Phone chargers? Ranboo you came with a bag, where is it?" He lifted his black backpack up in his hands, "Okay. If you forget anything, I'm not driving down to drop it off."

"We got everything I swear!" Tommy laughed.

"Mhm," I mumbled skeptically. Tubbo always forgot something, "George are you coming?"

"Yeah, might as well."

I nodded my head and took a deep breath, "Alright, let's go."

We made our way down to where my car was parked. It was the same seating arrangements as yesterday; Ranboo beside me, the other three crammed in the back annoying each other like the children they are. Yes, especially George. He loved tormenting Tommy and refused to stop until I yelled at him.

George and I split up to drop the boys off at their separate platforms. I sent George with Tommy and I went with the other two. I waved them goodbye and watched as they got on their train, not meeting back up with George until I knew they were safe in their seats. George was already by the car waiting by the time I got back.

"So chill for the rest of the day?" I asked as I unlocked the car.

"Yes please," he laughed, getting into the passenger seat of the car.

Time to spend the day doing absolutely nothing, which was well needed.