Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Exhausted pt.3 (Tommy and Phil+Kristen)

Tommy's POV:

"What do you mean by everything Tommy?"

"Just too much, that's all." I stared at the floor and fidgeted with a sensory toy that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

"Has it been tough without your parents at home?"

"Yea. I visited a load of people so I wouldn't have to be as alone, but I just burnt myself out."

"But you reckon if you had stayed by yourself you would have freaked yourself out huh?"

"Pretty much. It might have been easier if Mum and Dad just went away for a weekend before they went away for a full week."

"Hey, at least they are back tomorrow."

"Yea, I've missed them."

"And don't worry about today. Eret gets it, and he only called me because they didn't know what  to do."

"I know. It just kind of built up on me and now I can't handle anything."

"You'll be fine. What do you think about a movie night tonight?"

"Maybe, depends if I feel up for it."

"Yea that's fine, Kristen and I are here for you. If you need anything, just talk to us Yea?"

"Yea," I smiled. After a week of pretty much constantly being on edge, it felt good to feel safe. To feel like someone was going to look after me. "Thanks Phil."

"You're welcome. We've got like an hour left to go, do you want to come shopping for pajamas and snacks with me, or I can drop you back with Kristen first?"

"With Kristen please."

"Ok mate. Now, did you want to turn up your music, an old man like me can barely hear it, haha!"

I laughed and turned the music up, humming along to it. I rocked back and forth, I could hear Phil smile at me (the way his breath was, I don't know, but I only just realised that some people can't hear stuff like that). I stimmed to the music, flapping my hands and fingers about, and did so until we got to Phil's.

I looked down at the floor and dragged my backpack along to the front door, "pick your bag up mate, otherwise it'll get dirty." I picked it up higher only to drop it on the floor in Phil's hallway.

Phil's POV:

"Hey Tommy!" Kristen said as he waved and continued to look at the floor, "how are you?"

"Tired. How are you?" He speech was a little slurred, but it was fine. He was probably so tired and still quite stressed/ overwhelmed.

"I'm great thanks, do you want to take your shoes off and come on through." Tommy sank to the floor and yanked each shoe off, not even undoing the laces slightly. I took my own shoes off, held out a hand to help him up and then followed both him and Kristen into our kitchen.

"Would you like a drink Tommy?" He nodded. "We've not got any coke, but I can get you some when I go to the shop, is that alright?" He nodded again, still staring at the floor. "Everything alright mate?"

"Want Mum and Dad."

I offered out my arms for a hug which he accepted, "I know mate. But they'll be back tomorrow, so I promise you'll see them then. And I can take you back to your's if you don't want to stay, but that means you'll be by yourself."

"Want to stay here please."

"That's fine big man I was planning to do some baking later, would you like to help me?" (A/n so sorry but I love the idea of Kristen calling Tommy big man as a replacement for little man cause Tommy said little man was for kids, my heart just implodes.)