Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

America: Party

Phil's POV:

Today we were having a lot of people round at the house we were staying in; a house party of sorts. But only with our friends, and not so much alcohol. As a group, we decided that the idea of being in a loud house with a bunch of sweaty people we hadn't met before and probably wouldn't meet again, wasn't very appealing. We had got everything we needed in Walmart, the day before. And all we needed to do was get ourselves ready and then get the house ready. People were set to arrive from 8:00 that evening. So despite me being up at 8:00 in the morning, I left the other 4 sleeping. The house was peaceful and I got out a book I had been reading, sat downstairs and continued to read, with a mug of tea.

Tubbo was up at 9:00, Ranboo and Wilbur followed at around 9:30. We sat and had breakfast as it started to get late. And finally, at 11:00, Tommy made his first appearance of the day, with some of the worst bed hair I have ever seen.

"Morning Tommy."

"Morning Phil."

"Tommmmmy. What's with the hair?" Wilbur loved taking the mick out of Tommy's hair; a favourite past time of his so might say.

"I just woke up, that's all."

"Yea, at 11!"

"Well, I needed the sleep. And now I need some breakfast, so excuse me!" He walked straight past Will and looked very smug as he got a bowl out of one of the cupboards. I saw Will go to walk up behind him, but he turned around and chose to come, flop on the sofa again. Obviously deciding, whatever he had thought of doing to Tommy to annoy him, wasn't worth it.

There was a knock at the door. Ranboo answered it, and we were met with Techno. To say it was weird to see his face, would be a lie. I had seen it before. To say it was weird to see him like physically, would be true. I don't know why, but it just shocked me a little. We all greeted him, even Tommy who was still in his pajamas. And whilst talking, we all ended up deciding to get in the pool. It was a hot day, and we had a long time until the party.

Tubbo and Tommy, jumped at the opportunity, and were ready to get in before any of us had even gone upstairs to get our stuff. Ranboo took some convincing but eventually joined us. Techno straight up said no, and there was little we could do about that. Wilbur and I were happy to get in, but a lot calmer about the situation. We spent a couple hours in and out the pool, in the end. Wilbur and Tommy had competition after competition. Where Tubbo, Ranboo, Techno and I would be forced to watch. But mostly we just chilled, talked. Yes, we were in America, but we were also getting a chance to meet up. This was the first time we had met Techno in real life.

Tommy's POV:

Hanging out in the pool was fun. And I totally beat Wilbur at everything we did. I am the superior swimmer. We all had showers and put on ever so slightly smarter clothes, meaning for once, I wore a shirt, then got the house ready for the party. I did cheat a little, because I wore some comfortable shorts and I didn't do up my shirt, and I wore a t shirt underneath so that it wasn't touching my skin. I liked the shirt I had, because it had this cool design on it, but the material would bother me a lot. Still, don't they say that beauty is pain. And I looked great in this shirt, if I may say so myself.

I helped Tubbo and Ranboo sort out bowls of snacks. Wilbur was sorting out the music, being the music man he is. And Phil and Techno were moving some furniture around to give us more space. It was around 5:00, when Phil ordered the pizzas. We had agreed with our guests, that it would be a good idea to eat before they came, so that no one got too drunk. That was the last thing anyone wanted. Both because not everyone coming could drink in America, and that some of us couldn't even drink in the UK yet. I wasn't a massive fan of drunk people. Tipsy sure, but not drunk. People are too unpredictable when they are drunk, and that makes me nervous.

The pizza was good. Techno had always told me American pizza was good, but I never quite believed him. I went upstairs to the run I was staying in, and listened to music whilst playing minecraft. My iPad had a separate account set up, and I would spend hours building random things in creative mode. I was head bopping to music when Tubbo walked in.

"Tommy. Loads of people are here already, aren't you coming down?"

"Aren't they really early?"

"Tommy, what are you talking about? It's literally 8:45, you've been up here for hours."

"What?!"

"We did call you."

"Oh, I mustn't of noticed. I had music playing pretty loudly."

"Don't worry about it, you coming?"

"Umm, yea. Let me just go to the toilet."

"Ok, I'll see you down there." 

Whilst washing my hands, it suddenly dawned on me: I had been completely focused on minecraft, for hours. Well, at least I got loads of bridges built. I could hear the music now I thought about it, I guessed I had been doing my best to ignore it. I fixed my hair, as it had been flattened by my headphones, and walked downstairs.

I said hello to people and got a drink before starting a conversation with Jack. Coke Zero in my cup of course. It was fun, good to see people. I made my jokes about dream and sapnap. Did a bit with Puffy, and then just stopped masking, but not fully. I trusted the people there enough, that I felt I could be mostly myself. Wilbur gave me a smile when he realised that all of a sudden I was quiet, and stimming with the hand that wasn't holding my cup. I knew that if anyone had a problem, the rest of the people there would stand up for me. If I needed them that is; I can do most things myself now. A couple people gave me confused looks, but didn't say anything, which was nice of them. 

I found Phil at around 10:00, I just wanted to not mask at all at that point. I knew that Phil knew what to do if I needed help, which I didn't at that point, but still.

"You alright mate?"

"Yep, just want to chill, which means not masking."

"Oh ok. Yea, feel free to sit here with me. Foolish and I were just talking about building. Don't know how interested you will be though."

"Relatively. I don't do big builds in survival, but I do in creative."

"Really Tommy? That's sick. Never thought you'd have the patience for big builds."

"Hyperfocus. I spent just over 2 hours building earlier, and didn't even realise that people had arrived."

"Is that why you didn't answer when we shouted your name up the stairs?"

"Yea and I had music playing."

"What do you like building Tommy? Anything in particular?"

"Towers and bridges. Really long bridges. I do a normal world, like not super flat, and work things into the landscape. Like today I was building this bridge and it went through this mountain, and then I was growing these trees around it and..." I ended up talking about the thing I had been building earlier for a long time. They might have been bored but I didn't notice and they didn't stop me. Then Foolish talked about the Egyptian build he had been doing on the dream smp. I never got a chance to properly look at it, and it sounded awesome. The lore behind it was really cool too. Phil also talked about all the lore behind his hardcore builds, which I knew a lot of already. Still, Foolish didn't and it was cool anyway.

Whilst we were sat there, Fundy came and sat down next to me, on the other sofa. He looked wobbly on his feet, and his speech was very slurred. And that made me very anxious.

A/n Hey. Thank you so much for reading. Sorry for not updating as much lately, but I've been trying to think of some good ideas and none have really been coming. Requests are welcome as always, even if it's an idea you're not sure about, let me know. Hello to readers in Bulgaria, Finland and Israel. I hope you enjoyed and have a brilliant day. Pt.2 is probably already out.

Thank you,

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