Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

It was supposed to be fun pt.2 (Tommy and Tubbo+Freddy+Aimsey+Ranboo)

TW- kissing on a bed? (I'm not keen on that kind of stuff, sorry if the tw seems weird)

Tommy's POV:

The uber dropped us off outside Jack's house. We were there a little later than we had planned because I had maybe sort of got a little too anxious.

We are going back in time, yep, we are maybe 20 words into the story, but let's go:

"TOMMY THE UBER IS HERE!" I ran through from the living room to the front door and began chucking on my shoes. I was making a 'brrrrrrr' sound as I went. "Tubbo's just getting them to wait for us." He paused, "you alright?"

"Huh?"

"You alright Tom?" Freddy asked again.

"Y-yea?"

"You sure?" I nodded. "Sure sure?"

"Maybe a little anxious."

"That's okay, do you still want to go?"

"Yea, yea I do."

"So what can we do to help you get there?"

"Listen to music in the uber, and stimming and deep breaths," I rambled, fiddling with my fingers.

"Okay, we can do that, have you got your airpods and a jumper?" I nodded. "Then you already way more prepared for this than you thought. Now, let's take a deep breath together." I followed along with Freddy and after a few breaths, did feel a little better.

"Ready to go." I said quietly, and he just nodded and walked to the uber with me. Whilst Tubbo locked up the house, the uber driver made small talk with us. Asking how our days had been and whatnot: I left Freddy to do all the talking. And I listened to my music for the rest of the journey. I kept telling myself how I would be fine at the party and that I could do it, and that it wasn't going to be an issue. No matter what, I went into that party having convinced myself that literally nothing could wrong. Maybe that's why it went wrong. Maybe that's why it went even more wrong than my brain had planned for.

3 hours later:

We had been here for about 2 and a half hours already; it was an alright party. Jack had directed me to his bedroom when we first arrived and told me that it would be free all evening so if I needed a break I could go in there. That was my quiet space.

I didn't need it at first. The music wasn't too loud and most of it was stuff I enjoyed listening to anyway, so I was quite happy to sit on the sofa with a can of cola, tapping my feet and fingers (not together of course). It was at that point about 2 and a half hours in, where the music had changed suddenly, people had gotten progressively more drunk and far louder and I had decided I'd had enough.

Normally, after taking a break, I'm able to reset myself and get straight back into the party because whilst being quite an anxious person, I am ultimately an extrovert and do enjoy socialising sometimes. And if I can't reset myself for that, I'm normally able to get to the point where I can make my way home or get someone to help me get my home. (The 'buddy system' (that wasn't a system at all) was my fail safe, because sometimes I could be helped to reset. Plus who doesn't like to know they've got someone watching out for them?) There was a slight problem though. 

Jack had closed the door to his bedroom behind us at the beginning of the night, so when I pushed it open without much care and saw 2 people (who I actually think are already in a relationship) kissing on the bed, I was pretty shocked. They were too, for all of 3 seconds, before they went back to kissing. Despite my brain not being in gear, I could almost guarantee they had both had a little too much to drink. No one has that little amount of self-respect or dignity whilst sober. And whilst that messed me up (and my plans) a little, I had another plan. I went back into the main room and tried to find Freddy or Tubbo, one of them would be sober and would either be able to kick out the kissing people or find somewhere else for me to calm down. I was reaching my limit despite my best efforts, and it was getting to the point where someone needed to step in.