˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Y/N'S POV
The rest of the car journey back to Tommy's house was pretty calm. The other two mostly talked about Dream SMP lore or something like that whilst I texted Ranboo, his car journey a lot more hectic than mine. Tubbo was apparently screaming and Jack because there was a squashed bee on the window and he had swiped it off with his windscreen wipers. Eventually, we were about 10 minutes away from Tommy's house and I had to end the call, pressing the red button and plugging in my phone to the aux sneakily, trying not to let them see. I began to blast some random songs and we all had a mini karaoke ride before pulling up outside the house we had picked Tommy up from a couple of days ago.
"Bye Tommy, I'll see you soon, okay?" I say with a smile before he embraced me in a tight hug. His hoodie was soft and smelled like new books, causing me to not want to let go more. He wrapped his arms around me tightly then slowly released his grip, pulling away and starting to walk back to the door. I let off a small smile and turned to face Wilbur, he had an eyebrow raised to which I just scowled and walked back to the car, opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat. Way to ruin the moment dickhead.
Not long after, he climbed into the drivers seat, putting his seatbelt on and beginning to start the engine. The drive back to our house wasn't long compared to the trip from London to Nottingham, and only lasted about 30 minutes. It took around 5 minutes before I finally struck up a conversation, breaking the silence that had joined us. The subject started at 'a cute dog on the side of the road' and ended up being about our weird neighbour when we lived with our mother in out first house. He was very nosey and always had his curtain blinds so that he could see out, but people couldn't see in. This man obsessed over his lawn and made sure it was well cut and blooming with vegetation, even in the winter, so, naturally, when we moved away, the removal van ran over the square off grass outside his house and caused a huge dent. This all became an inside joke between me and my brother and still remains funny to this day.
We both hadn't realised at the time, but we had been driving for 25 minutes and were only a couple blocks from home, there wasn't much traffic and we only had to stop twice at some red lights.
I lifted my bag out of the car and carried it inside, climbing up the stairs and stopping outside my bedroom.
"Wait for me!" Wilbur called up before sprinting towards my bedroom door, making sure I didn't open it. I shot him a confused look before he slowly widened the space between to doorframe and handle, allowing me to see more and more of my room. It didn't take long to uncover a huge desk in the corner, 2 monitors placed side - by - side and a matching light - up keyboard and mouse laying in front. I gasped as I looked at my newly designed room and back at Will, still in shock. He nodded his head, indicating that I could go in. Without hesitation, I dumped my bag on my bed and ran to setup, inspecting every fine detail. It was perfect.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ TIME SKIP
"I think that is everything, thank you! I just need to set up Twitch, but I'll do that later." I say into my phone, seeing Ranboo smiling back at me. "We should play some bedwars later, you could do your first ever stream!" I nod.
"Yeah! I-" I begin before getting cut off my a message coming through my phone. "Oh! It's from Tommy, one sec Ranboo." Without a second of thought, I tap the 'end call' button and go to the messages app. Oh shoot. I probably shouldn't have done that. Oh well, he won't be mad!
Tommy <3
Hey, I hope you enjoy your surprise, I helped come up with it you know!
Whoops, I have to go, but enjoy! :)I smile as I read his words. I thought about replying but remembered that I need to make my Twitch. My gaze followed back to my new computer as I set up my account, the same as my username on the rest of my socials, quickly following all my friends.
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