A Lost Pair of Sunglasses ~ Georgebur Highschool AU

#Extra- In honour of Technoblade

My sincere apologies for the delay, I know you've been waiting months. I know how hard his passing has hit the community and who would I be to not give this AU Techno a chance to shine, in honour of the man who inspired him. RIP Technoblade

“Wake up, wake up, wake up!!” There were a few slams on his bedroom door before the patter of footsteps echoed through the corridor. That was undoubtedly Tommy, giving everyone a wake-up yell before he set off on his long walk to school.

Technoblade grunted, shifting in his bed. Another morning, another early get up. He couldn't complain, at least Tommy didn't go in his room.

He had refused to follow Philza's advice, upon being taken into his care, and still went to his old school. Wilbur had always complained about this but Techno was fixed in his mindset. That was his school.

Dragging himself out of bed, he took himself for a quick shower. He had a little time to do that. He had maybe 5 minutes of letting the water pour onto his back before the second of his foster brothers knocked on the door.
“You nearly done, Techno?” Wilbur called in.
“Five minutes!” Why was everyone in this house so impatient?

Finished, he threw on his clothes. He didn't give Wilbur a chance to knock on the door for the 1000th time and rushed straight out immediately.

~~

“Hey Techno!” His close friend ran to him. Eret. They were a unique friend, in that he didn't share them with his foster brothers.
“Hello.”
Eret looked him up and down. “You seem down. Everything okay?”
Techno shrugged. “Eh, foster brothers.”
“Well,” Said Eret with a smirk, “at least you're free of them at school. Come on, Ms Walters will kill us if we're late again.”

“So…” Whispered Eret, nudging Techno's elbow. “What's been going on in the madhouse, Blade?”
“Wilbur has a crush.” Sighed the younger man.
“Wilbur? Who? It's not Fundy is it? Fundy's too immature for him. He looks up to him like a son does to a father.”
“GeorgeNotFound. Y'know, it's funny, Wilbur always said he hated him.”
“Hate is the first step to homosexuality.”
Techno snorted, attracting the attention of stern Mrs Walters.

“Is the algebra funny, boys?”
Eret cringed slightly, and Techno frowned. “No miss, sorry.”
“Then get back to work.”
Techno rolled his eyes as she turned her back.
“We can finish this chat at lunch.” Eret smiled, then went back to their work.

~~

“Right,” Said Eret, smacking their tray against the table as they sat opposite Techno. “tell me more about lovesick Wilbur then.”
“He was half-crying about it.” Said Techno, with a slight snort. “For some reason, I ended up giving him relationship advice.”
“You? Mr. Greyromantic-But-Bordering-On-Aro?” Eret grinned teasingly. “How'd that go?”
“Honestly, not bad.”

Eret laughed. “I'll believe that when I see it.”
Techno shoved them with playful annoyance. “And you're any better? How many of your exes hate you now?”
“At least I have exes!”

~~

“Thirsty?” Eret greeted Techno as he reached their after-school meeting-place, the local park.
“What's it this time?”
They reached into their jacket and pulled out a bottle of red wine, leaving Techno to puzzle how it had fit in there. “Merlot?”
“Sure.”

Eret proceeded to reach back into their jacket and pull out two crystal glass wine glasses. Techno viewed this with growing confusion. What else did they have hidden in their jacket?

“Got any cheese? Cheese and wine is classic.”
“Ya know what,” Eret pulled out a block of cheddar. “I do actually!”

That was enough. “What else do you have in there?!”
“Would you believe me if I said a litter of kittens?”
Techno closed his eyes and wrinkled his nose. “You better not be holding a cat when I open my eyes…”

Sure as fuck, they were.

“That's it!” Techno grabbed his wine glass and stormed out of the park. “Fuck off, you god.”
“Sure. If you don't want the answers to next week's pop quiz…” They trailed off, waving the wad of paper that had definitely come from within the coat as well.
With an over-dramatic sigh, Techno sat back down next to Eret again. “Blackmail.”
Eret shrugged innocently, mocking confusion. “Never would dream of it.”

As they discussed the perfectly-legitimately-obtained answersheet, Techno began to feel more at ease. This, this right here, was why he didn't change schools. The two of them finished the bottle, and Eret pulled a second from somewhere with a question: “Another?”
“I'm not even going to ask. But no. Phil will smell it.”
Eret finished their glass and raised an eyebrow as they began putting their many miscellaneous items back in their coat. Once again, Techno didn't see where they went but sure enough, they all fit.
“Eret, is your coat a TARDIS?”
“A magician never reveals their secrets…”

“Anyway,” They said, finishing by secreting away the wine glasses. “It's about time we started getting home. See you tomorrow, Blade?”
Techno nodded and Eret held out their hand for a fistbump. With a touch of reluctance, he obliged, leading Eret to punch the air with a quiet "yesss".

And with that, Techno headed home to his much-beloved, even more annoying, foster family.

Also ty Dessi for helping me edit <3