Tommy's POV:
When I woke up the next morning, it was to a knock at my bedroom door. "Yea?" I said sleepily.
"Morning Tom, we are going to go out for lunch in a bit, is that okay with you?" It was Will.
"Yea, I'll get up now. Am I allowed to get some breakfast before we go?"
"Why wouldn't you be allowed?"
"Oh uh I don't know, just worded it weirdly I guess." I tended to do it a lot; it wasn't exactly getting my words mixed up, more saying things with slightly the wrong meaning.
"Okay then. I'll see you down there in a few minutes." He was about to close the door, "oh did you want a shower?"
"Yes please."
"Come on then, I'll show you how it works." I followed Will out the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. After him showing me how the shower worked, I returned to my room, grabbed my clothes and wash bag, before getting myself fully ready for the day. The shower felt refreshing and whilst I was a little tired, and totally not at all embarrassed from the evening before, I was ready to get on with the day.
"Morning Tommy."
"Morning Kristen."
"Coffee, tea, orange juice?"
"Oh umm, orange juice please, Phil. And morning Techno."
"Morning Tommy, you have a nice sleep?"
"Yes thank you, how was your first night in the U.K.?"
"Well, it was alright. Not my best though."
"Nope that'll be tonight." Phil chuckled setting a cup of orange juice in front of me.
Confused I then asked, "why? What's happening tonight?"
"Will and I have decided to take Techno to a club."
"A club? Like a nightclub?!"
"Yea! We are going to force him to have the night of his life."
"Great, I cannot wait." Techno replied in his usual monotone voice.
I looked down at the ground nervously, working out that I was probably going to be home alone with Kristen again. Kristen and I always got on, she was funny and cool, but I couldn't help but feel a little part of my heart sink when I remembered how much older some of my friends were than me. Alcohol might have well as been a stab to the heart, but I was getting close to 18. And whilst I was incredibly aware of the fact that my friends would always kind of see me as a child, and never let me do all the stupid things I wanted to, but drinking was one thing Wilbur told me he would let us do together. Just not binge drinking. He always said it wasn't a good route to go down and I trust his judgement. Unless it's on mud.
"Next time Tommy, we will be taking you with us mate."
"Thanks Phil, would I be allowed to use your set up for something?"
"Sure mate, you going to stream?"
"Yea, I was thinking about it or you know, the playing minecraft with phliza's wife idea has been on the YouTube list for a while now."
"I'm up for that."
Phil just rested his head in his hands as he shook it, and the rest of us laughed at his dismay.
Time skip:
I had just finished putting my trainers on, tying the laces carefully so I was sure not to fall over. Picking up my backpack from the hallway floor, I joined Techno outside and waited for the others. Wilbur tried to pander to me but I simply told him I was fine and that I had everything I needed in my backpack.
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Mcyt -autistic- oneshots
Hayran KurguJust some oneshots of scenarios where I imagine mcyt's being autistic or helping an autistic individual. I don't know how this is going to go. Requests are welcome, however, I will not do them if I am uncomfortable, so please respect that. And yes...