Why? [TommyInnit Angst]

Chapter 12: It WAS a good day

The morning started out pretty good.

I got up around 9am, took a shower, made a shit attempt at rebranding my arm and got dressed in my classic red and white shirt, putting a black long-sleeved shirt underneath to cover the bandages and made my bed just to be productive.

I sat on the floor just scrolling through Twitter, an attempt at avoiding the inevitable. To be honest I couldn't even think about going downstairs and talking to the others. Especially after last night.

But unfortunately I only delayed it as not even 5 minutes after situating myself, there was a light knock on the door that had to have belonged to George.

My theory was proven correct as his small voice could be heard from the hallway.

"Tommy, can I come in?"

"Yeah bitch boy." It didn't take much effort to put on the persona today but I could feel it slowly deteriorating as my brain processed the fact that I would actually have to talk to someone.

The door lightly swung open as George almost tiptoed in before standing awkwardly in front of the door, lightly shutting it behind him.

"So, how are you feeling today?" He asked cautiously.

"Well I was a lot better before I learned you and Dream have been making out." I answered, shuddering at the memory.

George turned a bright shade of pink and stared at me for a second. "Okay. Well anyways we're going to leave in about an hour so you should come eat something." He changed the subject.

Ugh I guess it was bound to happen eventually.

Rolling my eyes as I reluctantly followed George down stairs.

As we walked to the kitchen, we passed Sapnap and Punz who were singing along to some sort of anime opening on the living room TV, using their poptarts as microphones while Karl watched, smiling and swaying along to the beat.

I laughed to myself as I entered the kitchen.

But of course that was ruined as a plate of apple slices was handed to me by a smiling George.

Fuck why does he have to be so nice.

He's the only person who I feel bad about wanting to punch in the face.

"I'm going to go eat in the living room. Do you wanna come or are you staying here?" George asked, holding his own bowl of fruit.

"I'll come." I shrugged as we both made our way to the living room. George sat on the floor in front of Karl on the floor while I sat in one of the arm chairs.

The show they were previously watching was still on so I tried to watch it along with the others. However I couldn't understand it because Sapnap and Punz both refused to turn on the subtitles due to the fact that they wanted to watch Karl and George try to figure out the plot.

After watching a full episode the only thing I got from it was that, there's a random kid who beats people up with his skateboard, which was kind of cool. I think his name was Killua or something.

The next episode started playing and everything was going fine, until Karl suddenly got up and ran upstairs.

"What's his deal?" I asked, turning to George.

He only shrugged and went back to watching the show.

That bitch. Maybe I should start beating people up with skateboards.

I'll buy one when we go to the mall today.

We had been watching the show for at least an hour now and I was starting to get bored. Especially since the skateboard kid left and it was just following the green haired dude while he stalked some clown bitch. The only slightly eventful thing that happened was Karl coming back and pretending that nothing happened.