Stolen Chances

Chapter Fifteen

Tubbo would say he's a pretty reasonable guy. Sure, he was upset that Tommy had apparently gotten mugged and jumped to a few conclusions that the teen was reckless. He made a mistake; sue him. Except now, the blonde teen has been missing for nearly a week, and Ranboo is seconds away from printing out missing posters as if he was a cat that got out. Actually, now that the teen thought about it, that wasn't too far off a description.

But that was beside the point. Tubbo thought he was a pretty reasonable guy. So when he saw the blonde teen knocking frantically on their fire escape, he did was any other practical guy would do and screamed.

This, of course, caught the attention of Ranboo, who was in the kitchen. The taller teen peaked around the dividing wall with a frown, "The hell! Why are you screaming?" Tubbo only pointed to the window where Tommy was now silently cursing up a storm, "Tommy?"

Soon enough, the blonde fell through the window onto the apartment floor with a thud. Ranboo winced, aware they would be getting a noise complaint in the morning. The blonde was in an oversized grey t-shirt and sweats, his shoes missing. "Tommy? What the hell- where have you been?"

The teen shook his head as he stood up. The pair noted the grease built up in his hair as if he hadn't had a chance to shower in a while, "Doesn't matter, we need to go."

Tubbo shook his head in disbelief, "Doesn't matter? Tommy, why were you on the fire escape?"

Tommy rolled his eyes before turning to the two teens and gripping them both on the shoulder, "Because the mafia is after my ass. So now, pack your fucking bags. We need to go."

The pair traded a look in silent communication before Ranboo placed a gentle hand on top of Tommy's shoulder, "The mafia?"

"Yes- I can explain it later, but right now, we need to go," Tommy backed away before walking towards the bedroom.

"Tommy," Tubbo sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "We need a little more explanation than that, boss man."

Tommy had his red backpack over his shoulder as he threw two bags down in front of the pair who were starring at him expectantly. "Guys, I promise you I will explain, but if we don't fucking go right now, I don't fucking know what's going to happen, but it's not going to be good."

Tubbo traded a look with Ranboo again before the taller spoke up, "Tommy, you disappeared for a week after getting mugged, we're just worried-"

Tubbo cut him off, "We're worried you're fucking losing it, bossman."

Ranboo sighed at the shorter teen's bluntness, "That could have been put nicer, but sure, what Tubbo said."

Tommy glared at the two, "I'm not fucking crazy; what the hell, guys?"

"Tommy, why would the mafia be after you? You work at a diner." Tubbo asked, giving him an unimpressed look.

"Because I fucking worked with them!" Tommy bit out before reaching into his red backpack and grabbing one of the stacks of cash in it. "I got caught up in their shit, and now they're fucking obsessed with me or some shit." The pair eyed the money, in shock at seeing that much cash in the teen's hand and at the words he spoke.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

All three teens' heads snapped up to stare at the door. Tommy shoved the cash back into the bag before dropping it onto the couch. "Bedroom, now." Ranboo went to say something, but Tommy just pushed him and Tubbo towards the bedroom door. "Now."

Another knock.

A scowl covered Tommy's face as he walked up to the door in three quick steps. He fumbled with the door handle for a second and then opened it. Phil was waiting on the other side, a sympathetic smile on his face as he held his hands up in a placating gesture. "I'm just here to chat."