You'll See! || SBI

𝐒𝐢𝐱

TW// Underage drinking & drug use, sexual jokes, very mild violence, mentioned abuse, and alcohol & drug use/smoking

The house was one-storey in a nice suburban area. It wasn't what Tommy expected but it was also expected. While Sam wasn't paid a lot as a butler for his stuck-up family, he seemed to do exceptionally well for himself– might also help that his partner was a doctor. Wilbur stood behind him; having driven him. A gentle and reassuring hand on his back at he reached for the doorbell and allowed it to ring.

A white dog appeared in the window beside the door, barking happily at the blonde and his roommate. A voice called out for the animal as the door began to unlock. Behind, a man with brown hair stood tall and proud, a warm smile on his face as he laid eyes on Tommy. He leaned against the wood, staying silent as he took in the boy's image.

"You look good,"

"Hi, Sam"

"Hi, Tommy, Tommy's friend"

"Wilbur, nice to meet you." He introduced, offering his hand with an awkward smile. Sam chuckled, accepting it before moving to the side allowing his guests inside the cold home.

Fran– Sam didn't shut up about his dog– began jumping up on the tall teenager and caused him to let out a loud and boisterous laugh. This alerted the other occupant of the home as they poked their head out from what Tom could assume to be the lounge room. The older man led the pair through the corridor and into the room where the other male was sitting in front of the TV, his back to it and head resting on his harms which were on the backrest.

"Ponkie, we have some guests. Tommy and Wilbur"

"Oh!" He got up from the lounge and circled it, immediately pulling Tommy into a hug. "You're Tommy! Sammy was so worried when you ran."

"That's my bad-" Wilbur laughed awkwardly. Ponk released Tommy. "-I kind of dragged the kid to my house after me and our bandmates found out. Didn't want him out of my sight for a while."

"We're like brothers, you and I."

"Don't. I'll cry." Wil deadpanned.

"I'm really glad you're safe, Tommy," Sam smiled. His partner ushered them into the kitchen and to take a seat at the island. They moved to open the fridge, picking out two bottles of beer.

"Yeah, so am I... what happened after I left?" He pouted at Ponk as she passed out the bottles, the other being reluctant before Sam nodded warmly. He won.

"Oh, well, y'know... your mother started to scream at your father. Said that he caused you to run away and that it was all his fault-"

"Bullshit"

"-she started crying, ordered HBomb and I to go out and look for you. We just hung at the park because there was no way we were bringing you back there. We knew you'd go to either Tubbo or Ranboo so either way, you were safe. Worse case, you ended up at my place, y'know?" He explained, taking a sip of alcohol.

"Well, thank you for not looking for me. I managed to get to Phil– he's the bassist– and his fiancée's house where everyone happened to be. Wil took me in without a second thought, though I bet he regrets it."

"Every day" the brunette smirked while looking down fondly at the drummer, who stuck his tongue out. "It's like living with a gremlin"

"What the fuck even is a gremlin? Why do you call me that?"

"I dunno but whatever it is, it's you. Your face is in the dictionary. I checked"

"You suck"

"Yeah I do, what about it?"