Living the Life: A Sleepyboisinc (SBI) MCYT Story

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

For the umpteenth time, Phil wondered why on earth he had taken in Tommy and Wilbur. Sure, he did owe Tommy's family a favor, and sure, his paternal instincts would never be able to let Will stay alone in the city, but nevertheless Phil would always cringe when he thought of taking care of the two unruly boys. Although, Phil mused, thoughtful. They are good company.

An earsplitting shriek jolted Phil out of his thoughts, and he inwardly groaned.
"Phiiiiil!" A voice, belonging to none other than Tommy, yelped desperately for him. Phil went bounding down the hall of their apartment. When it was just him and Kristen, the apartment was huge, but after Wilbur and Tommy had moved in the apartment had seemed positively miniscule.

"Phil, my PC's broken again, I don't know what to do with it."
"Tommy, it's the third time this week. And today is Tuesday." At that moment, Wilbur decided to chime in, never passing up an opportunityto tease Tommy.
"Yeah, Tommy, you heard Phil. It's Tuesd-"
"Thank you Will, for the input," Phil cut in.
"Oh, you're welcome," Wilbur replied cheerily.

As Tommy and Wilbur began to bicker, Phil turned his attention to fixing Tommy's PC. In no time, the issue was fixed, and Phil quietly slipped back out of the boys' shared room.

Tommy had arrived in Florida with his parents, who were in the U.S. on business. They'd asked Phil if he could take care of Tommy for a little while, and since Phil liked Tommy (though he'd never admit it out loud) and owed the Simons family a favor, he'd agreed. Tommy had moved in, and that was when Wilbur came knocking on Phil's door.

Wilbur had asked if he could stay with Phil three days after Tommy had gotten settled in. Wilbur had moved to the U.S. for college, and wasn't too keen on living with five other guys. Phil opened his door to Wilbur happily, and Tommy and Wilbur had gotten along. For the most part.

"Kristen, I'm going to pick up some groceries!" Phil called, swinging his car keys around, and walked out the door. As he stepped out of the apartment complex, he saw a large moving truck outside. People often came and went, but this time the person moving here might live just next door to him.

His previous neighbor, Karl Jacobs, had moved out recently, and Phil found himself curiously eyeing the moving truck for a sign of a possible new mystery neighbor. But no such luck. Phil got in his car and drove to the supermarket.

On Phil's way out, to bring the last of the groceries back up to his apartment, he saw a man fumbling with a ring of keys, standing by the door next to his. He was tall, and had long hair coming down just past his shoulders. Upon closer inspection, Phil noticed that it was pink. Strangely, the color worked on him.

"Hey, you must be my new neighbor! Do you need help with that? The keys can be a little tricky to work with when you first get here." The man turned to face Phil, and looked him up and down. Then he turned back to the door, unlocking it in one swift motion.
"I was just finding the right key to the door."

"Do you need help with the boxes out there? Or unpacking? My name is Phil, by the way, it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," the man said, and shook Phil's hand. "Call me Technoblade, or Techno, whatever works."

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So long, Technoblade, and fly high.

o7