You'll See! || SBI

𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨

TW// Religion, mentioned homophobia, mentioned death & implied abuse

Life as a seventeen-year-old living in the 1970s was hard enough. Being a seventeen-year-old who was interested in rock 'n' roll in the 1970s was another thing. Now, you're probably thinking, why is that so wrong? Everyone loves rock 'n' roll! Ever heard of Fleetwood Mac? Led Zepplin? Pink Floyd?

Of course!

Allow Tommy to rephrase that paragraph for you; Life as a seventeen-year-old who was interested in rock 'n' roll and was from a rich family in the 1970s was hard. Try having your own parents tell you that Pink Floyd's music was for devil worshippers. He had to hide the records his best friends managed to smuggle for him in between his floorboards.

Tommy was a killer drummer. His best friend, Tubbo, kept his drum kit at his house for the blonde. Tommy had bought it but it was too dangerous for him and Ranboo didn't have the space in the home he shared with his two siblings to house it, so, Tubbo kept it. The brunette's parents didn't mind, they understood. Oh, Tommy forgot to mention, he wasn't allowed to be friends with Tubbo and Ranboo.

According to his parents, they "look like children of satan with their dyed hair, ragged clothing and piercings."

Wait until they found out Tommy had a septum piercing that he hid– he took it out before he got in the door and put it back in once he was out again. He wanted an eyebrow and two lip piercings like Ranboo did. "One more year" is what he told himself. He wasn't sure how true that statement was, however.

Ranboo's hand brushed against Tommy's, snapping him out of his daze. A tall– VERY tall– eighteen-year-old looked down at his friend with a concerned gaze. The two stood out like a sore thumb. Tommy was this blonde kid in presentable clothing while his best friend was in a black Pink Floyd shirt, fishnet gloves and blue jeans. Not to mention, Boo's brown hair was decked with streaks of colour. The front of his swoops split between red and green and the rest of his locks sprung behind him in a big floof. Their piercings were a story for another time.

"You alright?" Their deep voice asked as the pair came to a road, hitting the pedestrian button and awaited their instructions from the government. The two words didn't sound like a lot but to Tommy, they were the world. In a world like his, he was alone until the age of fourteen.

Being the only child of a famous classical musician and an opera singer sucked.

"Yeah, always am"

"That's a lie"

"Oh, shut it, goth boy"

"Not goth" Ranboo tried to say without amusement in his voice. Tommy looked up at his friend and broke into his loud laugh, one that never ceased to make his best friends smile. His parents always said it was annoying but, fuck 'em, aye?

The traffic light rang out its instructions for the pair and they quickly crossed, not wanting to waste any more time and get to Tubbo's family's record store. The pros of having two rock 'n' roll fans for friends also meant that you always knew the best music to listen to. Plus, Ranboo's older sister and brother were part of a rock band along with one of Tubbo's brothers and Tubbo's family were big into both metal and rock.

Tubbo's family owned a small record store near the mall. They lived above it in a huge flat which had so much space that it was crazy. For a family of six, it worked. But, Tommy didn't love it for the music, as much as he already did. No, he loved it because of the Underscore's. They didn't hesitate to accept Tommy into their little family and treated him as one of their own. They were his real family– adding on Ranboo, of course.