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𝟑. 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥

(hello :) this is not proofread, and its very short cause i felt like i had to make a new one and i wanted to make it good but yknow i only have this right now)

TW ed, just general tw since i dont wanna reread it rn

The drive to Brighton was almost over. Tommy looked out the window and tried to calm himself. Music blasted in his earbuds, only a few more miles till they got to Wilburs driveway.

Tommy looked almost ghost-like now, he lost so much weight, all he was now was some skeleton covered in skin. He couldn't really hide it anymore, he couldn't stand for too long, he didn't eat, his hair had been falling out. They'd notice, they'd all notice. How wouldn't they notice his pale complexion, how fragile and thin his fingers looked, how sickly he looked in general.

Music was still blasting while he looked out the window, they were passing a nice looking neighbourhood, all the houses covered in flowers. All the windows were rounded at the top, and trees surrounded every house. Fancy mailboxes and fences stood at the front of each house, some in perfect condition and some badly-kept, with dirt and chipping.

The car started to slow, turning into a long driveway. The house ahead was a bit dull, some type of grey. Only a few lilac bushes had been in front of the house, the rest of the plants were dead. The mailbox was a simple metal one, just like every house out in the country. No fence, just a concrete driveway with a few cracks here and there.

The window had two shadows behind the thin, tan curtains. They both heard the car and one shadow waved, then disappeared behind the walls with the other. Tommy was scared, someone came before him, that's not what he wanted.

The car pulled up to the garage, slowing to a stop. Tommy watched the door open, and saw Tubbo come out first, then Wilbur closing the door behind them. Tommy's dad smiled at them, and got out of the car. It took him a minute, but Tommy hopped out of the car too. Both doors slammed and his dad happily greeted them, while Tommy just smiled at his two friends.

Wilbur went over to talk to Tommy's dad, and Tubbo turned to him. They both looked at each other, except Tubbo had a worried expression. Neither of them talked for a minute but Tubbo interrupted the silence.

"...are you okay?" he said in a whisper. Tommy looked away and nodded, repositioning his backpack and walked away. Tubbo was left with a hurt expression Just standing there, before following behind him towards Wilbur.