Tommy was done setting up his phone. He did it ALL by himself, he did NOT get ANY help from anyone. ESPECIALLY not Phil. He was a Big Man, he did EVERYTHING by himself.
"But, Tommy, that's not fully true, is it?" Tommy suddenly heard Wilbur chuckle. Tommy froze up, realising he had said that out loud.
"Fuck off, bitchface", he spat. Wilbur put his hands in the air as a mock surrender, which only angered Tommy more.
"You are a fucking bitch and I don't get how anyone would be able to stand looking at your face, it sucks and it doesn't even suit your lanky and weird body", he rambled out, without even thinking about what he said. When the ramble was done, Tommy looked up at Wilbur who was trying to keep himself from laughing. Suddenly he couldn't hold it in anymore. He started laughing like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh my- HAHA oh my g-god, Tommy!!" he managed to breathe out in between laughs. "Th-that was the best insult I've ever received!", he continued, wiping his eyes that had begun watering from the laughter.
"I bet you recive a lot of insults with that fucking hair and personality that you, sadly, own", Tommy spit out, making Wilbur laugh even more.
"N-No!! M-y stomach h-hurts too m-much", Wilbur wheezed out.
"What's happening in here?" Phil walked into the kitchen, only to see his son rolling on the floor, dying from laughter, and his foster son frowning.
"Nothing", Tommy smirked, watching his foster brother practically dying on the floor. Phil sighed.
"Alright, ya shits, it's 11 pm, go to bed", he said, beginning to walk away.
"Actually, Phil", Tommy said, making Phil stop and turn around. "It's 10:57 pm, don't go around telling lies" he continued, pointing at the stove clock. Phil sighed once again, this time chuckling a bit.
"Just go to bed", he chuckled, this time succeeding in walking away. Tommy looked down at Wilbur, who had now stopped laughing and was just laying on his back on the floor, like a dork.
"Dork", Tommy muttered, walking past him and sending Wilbur into another fit of laughter.
8 am. The family sat- no wait, the family plus Tommy sat eating breakfast. Suddenly, Phil cleared his throat and all the attention fell on him.
"So, Tommy" he started. "I'm transferring you to the local school here, the school you went to before is far too far away"
"Does Tubbo go to the new school?", Tommy quickly asked.
"Yes, Toby does go there", Phil returned his attention to his food. Tommy's grin went unnoticed.
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Ok so, I know this was a short chapter, but I have a plan for the next chapter (Thank you so much, @QueenSnow678 )
Also, THANK YOU FOR 3K READS!! HOLY SHIT!!
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-Eri
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FanfictionTommy Simons grew up in the foster system. Since his parents left him there at 6 years old, he's been to 15 foster homes. He is now 14, and hasn't felt anything remotely close to being loved, but all that changed at house 16, when he got left with a...
