if we paint the sky... // Bench Trio

Chapter 4: Ocean of Records

7,197 words (wow)

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"Oh, all my friend are turning green!"
"You're the magicians assistant in their dreams."

You could hear the birds caw, the wind slowly sifting through the open windows, and the sun beaming over the bed. The room was summer, and Tommy's eyes flutter open to the bright sunlight shining on his face, as well as Ranboo and Tubbo's faces.

Great, it wasn't all a dream

He slowly got up from the bed, with a little headache and eyes too tired to open that he squirmed at how bright his room got.

They were still asleep on his bed, surprisingly managed to sill be on it and not falling off it during the night. The sky was a good color; blue, clouds, and the sun's beams that were the cause of Tommy's awakening from his dreams. This time, his dreams were nothing. Just the darkness and him in it, just chilling that very light hit him.

He quickly combed his hair, letting out a sigh as he finished. Tommy placed the hair brush down right next to the leather book that the sun spotlights over it: Tommy picks it up in his hands, flipping through the first page where the lily was there, very flat and small compared to the fresh one they all picked out of.

Tommy chuckled quietly at the photo from the left page. It's still there along with the sticky notes, glitter, markers, and cartoon doodles that made the two pages look like something out of a movie. Where the main character is drawing and writing stuff down, making it look pretty and clean to look at.

The wind picks up, chills crossing every path, over his back and numbing his feet on the floor where you couldn't even feel a thing except the thin air. It flips onto the next page, where Tommy was almost shock to see. Another page, written, a Polaroid photo taken near the pin wall was there with their silly faces.

Did Overgrown café actually had a page in this book?

It repeated the same exact theme as yesterday's written journal entry with the lily, except different colors all discolored than the vibrant ones before.

He scaned over the words written, the letter was written by the anonymous friend, so he decided to read it.

Today's entry includes me, _____! It's about time it was me writing in this book since it's clearly my idea to write in a journal. Anyways, today was a night time and we decided to see this band at this very cool café in that small town near the city of L'Manburg. Which probably be the only thing that makes that town noticed is that very café. There's the famous pin board, where people get blank pieces of paper, color them or whatever, then have the workers make the pin and put it out with all of the others. That's one of the things we did. Second, we got yummy desserts or supper from the café. It tasted great, and watched as the lights dim to see the band on the small stage. For the item to remember this day by is a picture of our pins. Who knows how long it's gonna last on that wall but I'm betting until the day I die is when it gets taken down. When we get older, we would all look back to this page in particular and see if out pins are there. So, future us? Is it there still?

- ________

Tommy sees the little photo of the three pins, different to what they designed theirs yesterday night. It took more of a matching approach to the trio of pins. One was a disc or record in the color blue, still against the dark blue background. Second, was a bumble bee with the same colored background. Last pin was like the one Tubbo made, a beach but with a oak dock that was there.

"What are you doing?"

Tommy felt his heart skip a beat, stopped, drop, and roll. Curb stompped on the side of the road. Palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy. By instinct, he already closed the book and let it fall on the desk with a thump, shooting a nervous smile to the person whom he heard said that.