You'll See! || SBI

𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

TW// Underage drinking, drinking, drugs, fainting

Aimsey hugged their friend, a huge smile on their face. Bill and Freddie lingered behind as they watched the smaller guy greet his friend. Tommy laughed, holding him close. It was been way too long since he had seen his friends– due to his parents and the fact that the three of them all lived in the next town over, he rarely got to see them. He had sent the three friends each their own ticket for the final show; Billzo had actually bullied him into giving them over but Tommy was going to send them anyway so it didn't matter.

Ranboo and Tubbo smiled, watching the entirety of their friend group reunite.

Freddie and Tommy had known each other since childhood, the former having more supportive and loose parents than the blonde's strict and old-fashioned ones. Bill went to school with Tubbo and Ranboo in their earlier days and Aimsey had walked into Underground records one day when the trio had been in there. It was an unlikely group of six, yet they fit so well.

The older of the group– Aimsey– pulled away from her friend and took a step back. They, of course, had their classic red beanie covering the top of their brown hair and a striped shirt. He was the only one without dyed hair. Not because they didn't want to but because they were yet to decide on a colour for Ranboo to do for them. The choices were endless.

Bill had red feathered like Tommy and fuzzy hair like Ranboo and Freddie had a more mellow blue streak on the front of his lock. Ranboo did all of them, of course. Except, Freddie had more of a casual style of clothing while Bill was much-like Tommy with the boots and black jeans; the only difference was that Bill wore knitted sweaters while Tom wore flannels.

All (except Aimsey) wore dark eyeliner around their eyes and all (including Aimsey) had black nails. It was a cricket crew thing, you just had to be there. It was weird for them all to be looking at one another face-to-face once again but no one could find themselves feeling weird.

"Look at us!" Billzo exclaimed with a smile, taking off his sunglasses and hooking them onto the collar of his jumper. "Back together once again and ready to cause some mayhem!" Everyone let out a laugh in agreeance.

"Let's go" Freddie smiled between laughter, pushing and urging his friends into the stadium in which Sleepy Bois Inc were set to play.

It was huge, if you were wondering. There were seats for days– meaning it could house well over 50,000 people plus the mosh pit below. All tickets were sold out. The commentators booth– which was more like a skybox really, the windows were open and you weren't that far from the stage meaning it was the best view– was reserved for The Syndicate (after they finished their pre-show set) and all the friends they had invited along; Sam, Ponk, Sally, Kristin, Purpled, Punz, Bill, Tubbo, Ranboo, Freddie, Aimsey, the rest of Tubbo's Family, so on.

It was terrifying.

This would be their biggest audience yet and this was their home town. They couldn't disappoint the very town in which they were all raised. Everyone would be there it seemed; while the town they were located in (on the outskirts of the city) wasn't huge, it definately was big. Tommy wouldn't be surprised if it turned out everyone from their town had showed up.

It was nerve-racking to say the least.

This would set Sleepy Bois Inc in stone, whether or not they make it after this would be determined later on but, for now, they were four guys doing something. Everyone knew their names. Everyone knew their songs. Everyone knew their faces. And everyone loved what they stood for. Four misfits who don't belong together choosing to use their musical talents to create a world for other misfits to belong.