A Week 'Til Christmas

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BAM!

A loud noise mad me wake, looking around frantically to try and see what it was. The tent was soaking, the water slightly dripping on the edge of my blanket. I moved my feet back, trying not to get what was left of my sock wet. I held my legs tight to my chest, sitting up still.

A flash of light beamed through the cover, followed by another loud roll of thunder. I flinched back at each bang.

I had no idea what time it was, how long I had slept. I would assume it would be maybe nine, but the sky was no indicator. I really needed a clock.

I caught up with myself from the scare, haggling my body slightly to heat up. It was cold, again.

Five days.

There was no way I could do anything today, with the weather. I would get soaked, and the mobs would be out from the burned out torches. The best thing I could do was stay here and wait for Dream.

I hoped so badly Dream would come.

My body was practically shaking from everything. The cold was getting to me, even through the thick sweatshirt. And the thunder wasn't helping. It felt like every second was longer than intended, and the commotion was only getting worse. The rain was drenching the cloth aove me, threatening to soak through.

I curled up tighter each second passing. I almost thought I would suffocate myself, although that wouldn't be such a bad option. I knew Dream would hate me if I thought those things though. He would care, I needed to keep reminding myself that. Maybe no one else would, not Ranboo..or Tubbo, but he did. He was my friend, right? I shouldn't question that.

It was like on cue that the tent was flipped open, the light shining behind. It created a silhouette of a man, something I recognized well by now. A sorrowful smile would grow on my face at the sight of him. He did care.

"You alright Tommy? If I knew it was storming like this I would've come sooner." He joked, a sense of guilt hidden beneath. I was almost glad he felt bad.

"I'm alr-" I paused, moving back again from the thunder. "I-I yeah I'm alright." I stammered th rest of the not entirely true sentence. To be honest, I was scared, no fucking terrified of lightning storms. I miss the days when I would stay inside, comforted by my...friends and family. Not that they could be considered that anymore.

"I brought some left overs, looks like you'll need it if you can't leave." He said calmly, handing a small brown bag to me. I hesitated for a moment. No, I didn't deserve to eat.

"It's fine, I'm not hungry." I lied. He stared almost in disbelief at me. "You need to eat, Tommy. Take the food." he demanded.

"No, no yeah..of course. Sorry." I rambled about again, grabbing the bag. I was scared he expected me to eat in front of him. I hated eating in front of people.

Tubbo would know that..

No. I couldn't think about him. I needed something to get my mind off of this. "Thank you, Dream."

I tugged at the small rope keeping it closed, in an effort to pull it open. To my surprise it actually worked, and it wasn't ripped. Inside was a loaf of bread, kelp, and something I couldn't identify at the bottom.

I looked up at him, waiting for instructions. Was I supposed to eat it now?

"You can eat in whenever, I'll be here most of the day. It's my day off." He re-assured. I smiled at that, placing the bag next to me on the bed. He watched me from above. We stayed in silence for a moment, not really having anything to say. He spoke up to break that. "What do you wanna do today? We could always have a trident race in the rain." he suggested.