Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

America: Sleep

Tommy's POV:

America was a lot different to how I expected it to be. It was late when we arrived, and I was tired from masking and being stressed all day. But I propped my head up against the window of the taxi, and watched the world go by. In some ways, it was pretty, in others, everything made me nervous. There were lots of people and things, sounds and lights. I wanted to have fun on this trip, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to do everything everyone else could. Dad had always said to give things a go, and that was what I was going to do. Even when I knew, most things had a high probability of ending badly. Life worked like that for me. The plane is a good example.

The flying part wasn't bad, apart from the small amount of turbulence, but the Karen was. I had heard what she said, and it hurt. She called me a thing, when I'm a person, like everyone else is. She said I should be shut away, like I'm sort of threat or inconvenience to everyone else. I guess she's kind of right; I accidentally hit my mum in a meltdown before and my friends have had to change things surrounding the trip for me. I've never meant to be a problem, but now I think about it, I am a lot of the time. She wasn't kind, but the truth isn't kind a lot either. Maybe the trip would be easier if I just masked the entire time.

Wilbur's POV:

The air bnb we were staying in was spacious and close by to where everyone else was staying. The idea was that, whilst we would also do our own things, we would meet up as the whole group for bigger things. Dream had organised a house party at his one night, and a huge stream another afternoon. We already knew that Techno was going to be over at our's a lot, but it was a mutual thing that we were going to end up hanging round at other people's houses, or having them over to our own. Tommy was fine with it, but we had an agreement with his parents that if he had a meltdown or a sensory overload and we didn't think he would be able to continue masking it, we went back to our house.

Still, it was time for us all to sleep when we got back. So without unpacking, instead just getting out our pajamas, we all climbed into our beds and fell straight asleep. Tommy didn't even put his bedding on his bed.

Tommy's POV:

Everyone else was asleep. I could hear Wilbur snoring, and Ranboo sleep talking a little. But I struggled to. For starters, I hadn't had a chance to put my sheets on the bedding, so the fabric was bothering me. The sounds of the house kept me awake and, despite being exhausted: my brain was running at 150% capacity. Working through things it didn't need to be thinking about. When it got to 4:00, and I had slept on and off, getting about an hour's worth, I crept downstairs with my headphones and iPad, and got myself something to eat. There wasn't much in the house, but there was a few apples in the fruit basket, so I got myself one of them, washed it and opened the bi folds that lead to the garden. There was a small patio, a pool and then some grass. I sat on the edge of the patio, choosing some good music and then ran my feet over the top of the grass, while I ate my apple. I tried to be quiet, but I stimmed and hummed a little; no one seemed to wake up, so I think I got away with it.

After I finished my apple, I walked back inside and put the core on the island in the kitchen. I wasn't sure where the bin was, and I didn't want to wake anyone up but looking for it. Headphones back on, the time read 5:00, and I spent 3 hours zoning in and out. My mind racing as much as it had been when I was trying to sleep. Around 8:00, I heard some noise in the house, and walked back into the kitchen to see Phil stood there making a tea.

"Morning Phil."

"Oh my god! Tommy!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump."

"It's fine. How long have you been up? You look tired."

"I don't know."

"Be honest. Did you sleep?"