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Adopting the weird kid pt.7 (Tommy and SBI)

Tommy's POV:

After far too much paperwork, a few weeks and a lot of me pestering Chris: I was finally going to stay at Phil's. It was just for one night, but the tall one had agreed to have a movie night with me, so I was very excited.

I had done a lot of thinking in those weeks. And sometimes, at 3am, when I was still lying awake because my head wouldn't stop thinking, I didn't want to be adopted anymore. I was worried what Mum might have thought; whether she'd be offended by me getting a new family. But when I woke up each morning I always came to the same conclusion: Mum wanted me to be happy.

She didn't write me some grand letter, or leave me something massive in her will. Instead, every night when I would say goodnight to her, tuck her into her bed and made sure she had everything she needed, she would tell me one thing. "Tom, I love you. Keep that smile on your face okay?"

And every night I'd answer back, "Mum I love you too. And my smile isn't going anywhere." And so every night, I lied to my mum. Because when she died, my smile did go. I mean it was still here, but it was smaller and less frequent. And so the answer I reached every morning after a full night of thinking was always, "Hey Mum, I'm getting my smile back."

I had my smile back that morning, my backpack was packed and between my legs as I sat on one of the chairs in the office. Chris was late to pick me up, and that was stressing me out more than it looked, because I just had this smile on my face. I didn't want to lose it.

Eventually, an hour later than it should have been, there was a knock at the door. And instead of Chris being behind it, Techno was. Things sort of fell apart from there. "Morning Tommy. Chris is going to meet us at Dad's, he's running late."

"I'll tell the lady I'm leaving." Now I'm going to be honest, looking back I probably should have just called the lady working that day her name, but I had forgotten it. I didn't let myself get close to that many people after Mum died, especially not women.

I met Techno at the door again, closing it behind me. "Can I take your bag for you?"

"No." I answered sharply. 

"It's okay, you can keep it. I'm sorry things haven't stuck to the routine today." My eyes widened slightly, finally seeing that someone understood me, but other than that I just nodded back at him.

He played the radio slightly on the way to Phil's house, his house too I guess. I spent my time staring out the car window and when we finally pulled onto the drive and I still didn't see Chris' car, I just sighed. "Come on, Wilbur's been out buying snacks for your movie marathon."

"Are you not watching it with us?" I asked as Techno opened the door.

"I can do if you want me to." I nodded. "Okay, I will do then." A small smile cracked on my face and Phil appeared in the hallway.

"Tom! How are you?"

"Bad thank you Phil. How are you today?"

"Oh I'm sorry to hear you're having a bad day. Come in, and let's talk." I slid my trainers off my feet and held my backpack over one of my shoulders. I probably should have got my coat out of my bag and hung it up, but I wasn't feeling okay enough. I don't know how to explain it over than things weren't going right and Chris wasn't there to fix it, or make me feel better, so I was just becoming more and more stressed.

"Tommy!" Wilbur cheered, and I was happy but it was also far too loud for my liking so I placed my hands over my ears. "Hey sorry for being loud, why don't we try to go found Mouse?" I nodded slowly, still not taking my hands from off my ears. I dropped my bag to the floor, only taking my hands off my ears briefly.