Tommy's POV:
I got up from the pool side and went upstairs. Despite having had a shower already that day, the idea of the chlorine smell being in my hair until the following morning wasn't something I was prepared for. I did my best to dry my sopping wet hair and stuck on some shorts and a t shirt. I was about to leave my room, iPad in hand to play some minecraft downstairs before everyone got there, but I returned to my wardrobe to get a hoodie. In the end I chose a crew neck, one of the crew necks I got with Wilbur. I didn't put it on, because it wasn't that cold upstairs, but I knew I would want it at some point. One, I would get cold as the night went on, two, I definitely didn't want the comfort it gave me, and it was in no way like a hug. No, not at all.
I threw my iPad down into the corner of the sofa and ran back up to my room to get some socks on. When I got back down, I plopped myself down, tucking into the corner of the sofa, and sitting cross-legged. I got my headphones, making sure they were connected to my phone properly, put my playlist on and started to play. I pushed my phone into the pocket of my shorts. Working on the same bridges I had been the last time we had people round. My crew neck lay forgotten, strewn over the back of the sofa. Everything was peaceful, calm and seemingly quiet. I liked it.
Someone sat down next to me. I felt the wind pick up around me, it flowing past my skin. I felt the sofa sink next to me, and I could hear their breathing. I looked up quickly, it was Ranboo. He smiled at me, I smiled back and returned to building the things. I thought about how my brain works and how interesting it is. How the little things around me felt very big in my head. How what Ranboo sees isn't what I see, and how on earth he might see things. The thing that had always interested me more than anything about other people's perspective was Wilbur.
I had hyperphantasia (like Phil) and we both see very vivid things in our head. Our mind's eye's work in overdrive, so we visualise everything we hear in a picture-like quality and my memory works in the exact same way. When I was younger, I would watch tv shows in my head when I got bored at school. When I was younger, I never struggled to make up a story or put on a show, it took me a long time to be able to explain that I was seeing it all in my head first.
Leaning back into the corner of the sofa, I stared at the ceiling and watched things play around in my head. It helps me sleep at night, well, what it really does is help me get to sleep, and my dreams are funny. I mean I dream, but my dreams are just like what happens when I'm awake, so I don't really know. The iPad was resting in my lap and I could feel the heat expulsing out of it. Whenever I play minecraft on it, it always loses battery very quickly and gets warm. Mum and Dad say if it does it, I probably shouldn't play minecraft on it, but it hasn't burnt anything down yet, so I'm sure it's fine.
What I really wanted to do, was do something. I wished I still had my trampoline from when I was younger. Jumping up and down worked, but it wasn't as good as a trampoline. Nothing really was. I wanted to move around. And pacing up and down the kitchen wasn't a good movement; I hadn't been able to find a place in the house I could pace back and forth, and it was frustrating me. I always worked out a place to pace if I was somewhere for long enough, and I hadn't yet. I was happy playing minecraft, but I knew I would be happier if I got up and did something. I had already been on a walk today, but I wanted something faster. My brain was running and that's what I wanted to do too.
"You alright Tommy?"
"Yep, just thinking."
"Whatcha thinking about?"
"Watching things in my head."
"Whatcha watching then?"
"Lots of things, mostly I was watching things from when I was younger."
"Oh cool. You excited for the BBQ?"
"Yea, it'll be nice to see everyone. Plus, I'm hoping they might want to go in the pool cause then I'll get to go in again."
"I might join you, it was quite hot at my parents today. Their air conditioning broke like yesterday evening and it just had to be the day I visited."
"Bad luck man."
"I really am aren't I, huh? Haha!"
"Hey, you want to do something cool with me?"
"Umm, what cool thing?"
"You ever run, just like full on sprint down a pavement in a quiet part of town? Just stick a pair of headphones on and ignore the fact you could get flattened by a car?"
"Doesn't sound too safe."
"It's fun, it makes you feel free and happy. I don't know, it's just nice."
"I think I'm good thanks Tommy."
"Okay suit yourself." I got up from my seat, setting my iPad down and walked over to the door. I chucked my trainers on, not really caring about the fact I was definitely breaking their backs down. Mum would probably shout at me, but in those moments I didn't really care.
"Where are you going?"
"For a run," I smiled and opened the door.
Pulling it to and hearing it shut as I sped off into the distance. Running the same way Wilbur and I had walked earlier on our way to the shop. I heard Ranboo scream my name but it slowly faded away into the distance. I turned up my music a little louder and held my phone firmly in my hand. I wasn't sure why I was running, just that it made me feel free? No, we'll not free, just at peace? It didn't hurt, running like that didn't hurt.
I ran for maybe 20 or 30 minutes, and whilst my legs hurt and my chest tightened, the shear Adrenalin filling my veins kept me going. For the first time in America, I truly felt that I was alright. Truly alright.
A/n Hey. Thanks for reading. I'm sorry this a little shorter but there are more parts for this story coming soon! Thank you so much for all the support, it is really appreciated. I cannot believe we are at 11k reads. (Something is in the works for the big 10k we already hit!) May or may not be starting a different book, which isn't related to mcyt so I understand if you don't want to read it. Just something I've been working on recently that's all. Anyway, remember you are strong and awesome and if you want something, I know you can work your hardest for it. Hope you enjoyed and have a great day!
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