You'll See! || SBI

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TW// Underage drug use, mentioned gambling, possible derealization, panic attack and jokes/references to death

The crowds were crazy. Tommy knew that no matter what, he'd never grow tired of the atmosphere, the loud noises, the claps and the screams. Not because he was egotistical and loved that people chose to scream his name, what kind of person do you think he is? No, as much as all that was nice, that wasn't the reason. It's because the people gave him the ability to do what he loved. Gave him the ability to express himself through the music he and his friends write and gave him the ability to perform it for the world.

They enabled a career for not only him but his bandmates and even The Syndicate. Eight people were given careers all because one person decided to take a chance on a small group of guys from the shit part of town. And because of that person, he enabled not only four but eight careers for eight people who all held the same passion and love for music, for storytelling and for expressing themselves.

It was a dream come true.

The adrenaline afterwards was a new kind of high for all of them. They were sweaty, smelly and tired as fuck but, somehow, still managed to have enough energy to go out with their friends to dinner, a bar or have a movie night in someone's room. Of course, this wasn't every night because they weren't animals but they were still completely dead by the time morning had come.

They wouldn't give it up for the world.

They appreciated everything that came their way. Bad's chance on them, Quackity's assistance, Skeppy taking over the legal things and, most importantly, the hundreds upon thousands of fans that took time from their days to came to see them play. Every single one meant the absolute world to them and they weren't going to waste this chance.

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Tommy took the drag away from his lips, draping his arms back over the metal railing of the balcony and blew out the smoke into the warm arm. The city sparkled underneath him. Somewhere down there, Wilbur was with Eret, Sally and Jack most likely all gambling away their money and getting wasted. Tom wished he could join them but, noooooo, he ended up with a fever. He woke up feeling like complete and utter shit and immediately his two best friends began to mother bear him.

He snuck out for a drag because he was craving the sweet taste of tobacco. If Ranboo or Tubbo decided to sneak into the bedroom to check on their friend or turn their attention away from the TV and go to the window, he was dead. He may as well just jump off because either way, it was a death sentence.

A car honked below him, prompting the seventeen-year-old to look down as if he was looking for the source. He knew he wouldn't. He let out a sigh and brought the ciggie back to his lips one last time, sucking in the rest before putting the butt out on the dish on the small table beside him.

The blonde looked back up and scanned over the city, tilting his head slightly. Tommy had to admit, as much as he loved the high-life, he wishes he got to experience what not having money was like. Even when he began to live with Wilbur before their tour, he had stashed up money which still accounted for a lot of different things. When he handed some over to his friend for rent and food, he was pretty sure Wil was about to have a heart attack.

He laughed at the thought, shaking his head slightly. It was nice. The past six months have been so surreal for Tommy Innit. He managed to join a band, escape his old home and find a new one, be accepted by more people, find a new family and go somewhere with his music. What world was he living in? Had God finally taken pity on the boy and given him the one thing he asked for?

Tubbo's faint laugh echoed from the main room and onto the balcony, a smile creeping onto Tommy's face. He couldn't help but smile when his friends were near him. It was a nice reminder of everything he had fought to have. He sucked in a deep breath before turning around and quietly sliding open the door and crawling back into the bed. Would he be busted for smelling like smoke? Probably. Could he blame it on Wilbur because the man had been in before he left for the night? Yes. Yes, he could.