!The author of this story may or may not have died of a brain tumor or in surgery we haven't gotten to the surgery yet we'll see!
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴!
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?
𝘕𝘰...
a/n here rq— I'm tryna speedrun them becoming friends because I don't know what to write other than that one and two who tf is like "mm time to read 18 chapters of not knowing Tommy in a Tommyinnit fic" like- anyway continuing on 😃👍
"Landonnnnnn there goes my money." Allister pushed herself backwards in her chair and stood up to go to the kitchen.
"And there goes my sleep schedule." He retorted.
"Shut the fuck up and go do your college work or some shit." She sighed, going to the cabinet that had her medicine.
"Don't forget anxiety meds!" Landon yelled as he made his way up the stairs.
"Mom and dad won't get refills, remember? I'm only taking one a week so they'll last longer." Allister called back.
"That won't go well!" The girl's brother opened his door so he could sleep.
"Tell me about it!"
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Tommy POV:
Tommy sat back, bewildered.
He sighed before opening Wilbur's DMs and calling him.
The call rang about 3 times before he picked up.
"Tommy?" Wilbur's thick British accent made the green ring around his character icon. "The fuck do you want it's 3 am?"
"I talked to Al- Astrid." Tommy spoke.
"Ok?"
"I think she'll be a good friend, maybe in a mod video or two." He said.
"Already planning that?" Wilbur laughed a bit.
"Oh shut up dickhead, you know I don't actually talk to women that much off camera but she seems nice and I want to talk to her more." Tommy reasoned.
"Mkay, so why was I needed again?"
"I don't know I guess I sort of just felt the need to tell you.." The blonde boy mumbled.
"Aww, Tommy sees me as an older brother figure?" Wilbur cooed in a baby-ish voice.
"Oh shut up dickhead, I never got an older brother figure ok?"
"I know I just need to bully you Toms." Wilbur laughed. "Alright, anything else you need?"
"Nope, that's it." Tommy told him.
"Okay then, I'll talk to you tomorrow Toms."
"Wait!"
"Hmm?"
"She lives in Brighton."
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➪AstridGames Allister
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Allister smiled at her post and set her phone in a bag. She quickly made her way out of the house and across the street to her best friend's house. She opened the door, took a deep breath and yelled "YOUR DATE IS HERE!"
"YOOO LET'S GO!" A girl with very long brown hair swung her way on the stairs into the foyer. She wore a skin tight black shirt with a white tennis skirt. She was short, compared to Allister at least. Around 5'2, 5'3.
Florence was the girl's name. Pretty French if you asked Allister, but she was British, born and raised.
"How you been?" Florence jibed, elbowing Allister's ribs.
"Don't act like you don't see me everyday, bitch." The blonde girl giggled.
"I keep seeing edits of you comparing you to that Tommy kid on Tik Tok. I can't believe they'd even think that, he looks MUCH better than you." She laughed.
"OH SHUT UP DICKHEAD!" Allister playfully nudged her.
Florence shoved her back. Before long they were pushing each other to the floor violently.
"Why are we like this?" Florence asked.
"Hashtag best friend goals!" Allister threw up a peace sign.
"I fucking hate your tics, man."
"No shit me too"
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The two girls opened the door to the cafe, the familiar jingle ringing in their ears, smiles lit on their faces. The employee at the counter, a boy, saw the girls open the door and immediately turned to yell an order.
Florence tossed a smile to him and sat at a table.
"I swear you could bat a single eyelash at a guy and he'd drop dead at your feet, me? I stream 3 hour streams at 2 am off my adhd meds. Clearly I have no game." Allister sighed exasperatedly.
It would probably be worth mentioning Florence was 19.
"Oh good grief, just give it time Alli." The brown haired girl rolled her eyes as their orders were delivered to their table. The boy, who was at the counter, was their waiter. Probably per request, due to Florence.
Florence casually flirted for a bit while Allister dramatically sighed. "Bruhhhh this is our lunch date not you and a random waiter's!"
The waiter looked taken aback for a second. He stuttered a bit before saying "O-oh, I didn't know you swung that way I'm sorry-" he managed before Florence cut him off.
"Oh shush this is my best friend, she's 16 anyway and I'm 19. Just bring me another blank paper when you bring us a check, or you please." She winked.
The waiter's face pinked and he nodded, his curly brown hair bobbing.
"Why are you so painfully flirtatious." Allister wiped a fake tear.
