I feel eyes on me

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(i did not edit this pls forgive me)
((also #1 on goldenduo omg how))

The morning sun finally slipped through purpled's light curtains as tommy started to open his eyes again. this time it wasn't dark. and this time, he wasn't greeted with small hiccups and a wet feeling in his hair. This time he was woken to soft breathing and the sound of a calm heartbeat pressed against his cheek. Tommy felt safe in that moment. but he would have to get up at some point.

It took tommy a good 10 minutes to get the energy to slowly get out of the alien's grasp and sit up to grab his phone. Purpled only snuggled his side, still asleep and tommy just played with his hair with his free hand. He sighed when he noticed a few new texts from Phil.

Philza: Hey try to come back home when you can
Philza: We're gonna go out at around 4:30ish so you should get ready like at least an hour before :)!

Tommy checked the time on the corner of his phone. it was 3pm. more so 3:20. He wondered where they could be going and what he could wear, but most of all, he was wondering how he could bring himself to leave. Tommy looked down at purpled again. he looked so calm and peaceful but he needed to get up. Tommy didn't want to leave purpled without telling him so he rubbed his cheek to wake him up. "purppp, heyy wakey wakeyyyy" he giggled.

Purpled drowsily tried to push tommy's hand off, as if it was a bug on his face but he slowly ended up waking up, rubbing his eyes and opening them, lazily looking up at tommy. "there he isss" tommy grinned. Purpled only chuckled quietly, yawning into his hand and stretching his arms in front of him. "mornin" purpled slurred out. "goodmorning" tommy pat purpled's head. "I have to leave in a bit, well like right now"

This caused purpled to look up at him confused. "what? why?" he muttered. "Phil says we're going out in like an hour" he huffed, glancing around at the paintings on the wall and the canvas beside the crumpled paper balls which were scattered. He sort of realized how messy purpled's room was at this point. "...well do you wanna get up now? i can walk you home" purpled suggested, his voice still sounding drowsy and tired as he yawned again. "I think i'll be fine" tommy smiled, patting purpled head again and getting up quickly due to the long while he'd been awake. Purpled only laid on his side, resting his cheek in his hand as he watched tommy put on a sweater he had and check if his stuff was still in his bag.

By the time tommy had gotten his stuff ready, he glanced at purpled, who had fallen back asleep so quickly. He quietly walked up to him, ruffling his hair gently. Tommy was just about to leave before he got curious and walked towards the paper and canvas corner and sit down beside it. He decided to pick up a random paper and open it, which is exactly what he did.

Once he had opened the paper, he looked at the small design purpled had drawn. It was of a small dog.. or.. raccoon? it looked like a mix of the two to him. And beside that dog was a small shaded in alien, which looked like lilo's stuffed toy from lilo and stitch (one of purpled's favourite movie)—only in this drawing, it seemed to be more neat and instead of hair, there were two antennas. It also had small little freckles, like purpled. He couldn't make out what the two were sitting beside, or in, or anywhere. there were just random scribbles of what would be objects in the background but they were too... scribbley to tell what they could be. His own tail started to wag a bit, connecting dots that it could be the two of them. He grinned, folding it neatly and putting it in his bag before standing up again. He wanted to keep that. it was nice. Tommy wished purpled didn't squish that up with the other ones. it was pretty. maybe he was a perfectionist, i don't know but it was very detailed. Tommy finally decided that was enough snooping and quietly walked out of purpled's room, closing the door behind him and walked down the stairs to the door. he slipped on his red converse shoes and walked out the main front door, closing it behind him assuming someone would lock it later.

As tommy walked down the sidewalk, it felt a little... eerie. It was strangely quiet for some reason and since he didn't have his earbuds on him, he couldn't drown out the silence with music. It was also a little unlucky it was about a 15 minute walk, he wished it was 10 since they were close neighbourhoods. Tommy still walked though, trying not to put his head into it too much. At some point, he saw a.. strange fellow following him. maybe he should've called wilbur to pick him up. that would've been smarter. or have purpled walk with him. that also would've been smarter since purpled was confident enough to be someone to fear. His walking started to get faster the more he thought about it, but the man continued to follow. He hated this. Tommy wanted to get out of there and quick. After a few minutes of speed walking trying to get away from this guy, he ended up crossing a street and getting away that was a relief. Well at least he was away from that person, that's all that mattered.

Tommy eventually got back home and unlocked his door, walking in and taking his shoes off. He was greeted with technoblade, waiting on the couch for phil and wilbur. "hey" techno greeted. "..hi" tommy waved before heading to his room to get ready. he had a hot 10 minutes to get ready. no big deal.... He ended up rushing most his outfit and skipped showering knowing he'd procrastinate on doing that. happens. Once he saw phil and will weren't ready yet, he sat on his bed, opening his backpack and looking at the drawing he had neatly folded up. he unfolded it and decided to put it up on his wall beside his pc, filled with pictures and trinkets of or from his friends. He grabbed a thumbtack and stuck the page on the wall, making sure it wasn't overlapping any other pictures. He smiled at it. It made him happy that purpled considered him for a painting.

"Tommy! We're leaving! Come down!" Wilbur yelled from the living room. Tommy flinched turning around and giving the drawing one last glance before grabbing his phone and heading out. Let's hope that drawing doesn't get to his head.