Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Adopting the weird kid pt.4 (Tommy and SBI)

Tommy's POV:

This was the 5th meeting with Phil and his family. And Chris and I were used to the usual routine of sitting quietly whilst waiting for that one knock on the door. One thing I had noticed was that Phil always knocked on the door in a specific way. 3 evenly spaced and timed knocks in quick succession. But I liked that it always made sense and was the same. And the more predictable things became with Phil and his family, the more comfortable I became around them.

And I had learnt how Techno and Wilbur took their coffees, and how Phil had his tea. I was learning to like the smell of tea again. Last time I had actually enjoyed the smell, Mum had been the one drinking it. But Phil was becoming the Dad I'd never met and for some reason, I liked the fact it reminded me of Mum. Maybe it lulled my into the sense of security that he was going to be like her and care about me. I just hoped that sense of security wasn't false.

We sat and talked for nearly 2 hours and after playing a few rounds of uno, decided that next time we met, we would do something. Chris and I deliberated and came up with a checklist of things to do next, but in the end we decided on Phil's first idea. Mini golf.

Time skip:

I stepped nervously out the passenger seat of Chris's car and looked up to see the sign for the mini gold. 'Pirates adventure mini gold' blazoned in bright coloured letters across it. "I'm right here Tom, I won't let anything bad happen."

"It's not about that." I looked down at the floor, fiddling with my hands in my jean pockets.

"What's it about then Tom? If you want to talk about it."

"I don't know. I mean I like them. But uh, it's just different. And my brain is struggling with it."

"That's okay. Let's just take it slowly. We can go back if you don't want to do this?"

"No, I want to."

"Okay then. Let's go to that hut over there and wait for them." I nodded and followed Chris over to said hut.

They arrived pretty quickly, pulling up in a blue Nissan. I wasn't great with recognising cars but it used to be a thing Mum and I did. That and trains. When she had time off work, she used to  take me down to the train station and write down all the trains with me. She offered to take me on train rides whenever she could, but I didn't like the idea of them. And well, after she died, I kind of avoided anything that reminded me of her. So I lost track of cars, and don't get too close to train stations anymore.

That's when I started drawing. It was a way to get my mind off things, get things out my mind. And it was new, different. I didn't used to do it with Mum so it couldn't remind me of her. And I liked it.

They got out the car, the tall one walking over first with the moustache man and older one following behind. All 3 of them had smiles on their faces.

"It's good to see you again Tommy."

I nodded and Chris talked for me in a way, "I suggest we get the golf started?" Everyone agreed.

Time skip (another one, I know, I'm sorry):

We were on hole 3, I wasn't doing too well, mostly because I'd never done mini gold before, but Phil was pretty good. Chris was following closely behind but not actually playing. Whilst Wilbur and Techno were too busy hitting each with the stupidly small golf clubs and whacking each other's balls out of the way. But overall it was fun.

"So Tom, how would you feel about maybe coming to stay with us for a night? Or just come round our house for a few hours?"

"Could I come round?"

"Sure, I mean Chris is next weekend alright for you and Tom?"

"Yea, I'll get it booked in. Is that alright Tom?" 

I nodded with a smile, "but uh, could we do another activity first? I mean, can me do something and then go back to your's?" 

"Yea, that sounds great!" Phil said excitedly.

"I'll get that all sorted. What were you thinking Tom?"

"We could go on a walk?" I said, looking down at the floor in case everyone hated the idea.

"That sounds good," Wilbur replied.

"Yea, I'd like that," Techno agreed.

"Well, I'm up for it. You too Chris?"

"Of course." Chris winked at me. You see, Phil and his family were missing a key piece of information to this. Mum and I used to go on walks. That was a Mum and I thing. I hadn't done it since, and when I first got placed in the system, I told Chris that never again would I just 'go on a walk'. If I was going on a walk, it would be to go somehow, you know, why some sense of purpose. But there wasn't any purpose to going on a walk with Phil, Techno and Wilbur. I just wanted to go on a walk with them

I smiled back at them and continued with the mini golf. My shot went straight through the two fake rocks in the middle of the green, hit of board at the edge back into the hole. A hole in one.

"Let's go Tommy!" Techno cheered. Wilbur straight clapping saying, "wooooooooooo!" And Phil stood laughing with Chris.

"Tell you what, why don't you three finish the rest of the holes and Chris and I will go get a table in the cafe?" Techno and Wilbur agreed, I stood there awkwardly.

"Is that okay Tom?" Chris answered, smiling to let me know that I could tell the truth. 

"Yea, that's okay, I trust them." Part of that was me saying it so I didn't cause a fuss, or make it more difficult for everyone. But there was a genuine part of me that did trust them. I'd talked to them quite a lot over the past few weeks, and there was something about them that made me feel safe and fuzzy. Like I could be a kid again.

"So Tommy, do you mind me calling you Tommy?"

"No, it's fine. I like it," I said, hitting my ball and just narrowly missing the hole. I failed to mention that my mum used to call me it.

"Wait can I call you Tommy too then?!" I nodded in answer of Wilbur's question. "Let's go! Well, Tommy, what do you say we finish this last hole and go beg Phil to buy us all ice cream?"

"Do you really think he'd do that?" Techno and Wilbur looked to each other with a specific face that I didn't know the meaning of.

"Listen Tommy, I know what it's like. I've been there. Phil isn't like other foster parents. He cares and he spends money on us. And more than anything, he understands it. He was a kid in care too, but don't tell him I've told you that. Whatever you've dealt with before, this is so much better."

"I've not been with other foster families," I mumbled.

"Really?" 

"No one wants the weird kid."

"Hey hey, since when were you the weird kid?!" Wilbur asked, with a concerned look.

"Since the day I was born."

"Well weird kid, Phil is going to love you all the same."

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank anyone. You deserve it."

I nodded and took my final shot. Maybe Techno was right. I did deserve to stopped being treated like the weird kid. But I never had to stop being the weird kid, it was a part of me now.

A/n Hey. Thank you so much for reading! I actually went to a mini golf today and had a very fun time. I'd recommended going with some friends if there is one near you because honestly, it's not just for little kids. I'd highly recommend. Anyway, how was your day today?