WATERWORKS, tommyinnit!

SIXTEEN!

SUN, JUN 12TH

NOAMI WOULD NEVER admit to being a furry and she wasn't, but she did dilly-dally in the Gacha fandom when she was younger. She'd admit that. It wasn't that she used it deviously but the fandom now was way different from when she was a child. So while she was in a taxi, her eye bags heavy and blinking back the blackout that slowly crept up. she couldn't help but want to redownload her childhood again.

The group chat of her friend group spammed her phone furiously. The notifications were too many so she put her phone on silent. She got the short end of the stick today because she felt exhausted to the point everything annoyed her. Y'know those days where as soon as you wake up you know you were going to have a bad day? Yeah, it was one of those.

She had to cover a shift today, as she worked as a backup at the waterpark, which made her annoyed enough as it was coincidentally the same time Steve's shift was. Some kids' birthday party was reserved and they were understaffed. It was nice at first, they played tag and hide and seek, and they even brought ice cream cake. The kids were ecstatic until a kid puked. The poor kid's birthday party was ruined because someone was allergic to one of the ingredients. It was just a bad sight to look as and an even more bad time to clean it up, the stench staying even when she left.

That wasn't even the end of her bad day when it started raining but Noami couldn't have been arsed anyways, except for when her bus was late. Putting her more on the edge she decided to just ditch her plan of getting home and visit a certain blond.

The puddles surrounding the sidewalk watched in awe as her ride's reflection danced across. The clock had started a new hour now, the seconds passing by with haste as Noami scrolled through her music player. The car slowly sped to a stop, the driver playing with his app.

"Is this good?" The driver questioned as they double parked.

"Yeah, thank you," Noami responded, grabbing her tote bag.

Closing the door behind her, Noami was glad she could stop breathing from her mouth. Making her way through the crack between the cars, she walked down the street, paying attention to the numbers that were plastered on the house doorframes. Her shadow hid shamefully as the lawn lights illuminated her pathway. Finally finding her boyfriend's apartment duplex, she hopped up the steps enthusiastically. Pressing the rusty doorbell to his apartment, she opened her phone, about to shoot a text to Tommy.

"Yes?" Tommy uttered.

"Hey bitchass, open the door." Noami greeted.

"Noami?"

"The one and only!"

"Wha- okay," Tommy cut himself off, the buzzing of the door indicating it was unlocked.

Climbing the stairs by twos she soon reached his door, almost tripping over a step. Cursing to herself, she knocked in a cartoon-like manner. Shuffling her feet on the mat, she unplugged her headphones, shoving them into her bag. Her head flew up at the sound of the locks, the door opening to reveal a messy-haired blond.

"What are you doing here? It's like 9 pm." Tommy questioned.

"I'm having a bad day, can I come in?" Noami asked, breaking eye contact with the boy.

"Yeah, of course, I can't just have you walking around the UK at night," Tommy stated, grabbing the other hand.

"Thank you for your concern, Mother," Noami muttered sarcastically, letting the boy lead her in.

"You're welcome," Tommy smiled.

"Did I interrupt you?" Noami faltered, letting her bag fall into her hand.

"No not really, I'm on a call with a friend but I can hang up if you want to talk,"

"No, no! I just thought staying over at yours would be better, is that okay?"

"Of course, it's okay, idiot, you're my girlfriend," Tommy teased, walking into his room.

"Yeah but still," Noami replied, rolling her eyes.

"Don't be silly you're always welcome here," Tommy beamed, squeezing her hand before letting it go. "You sure you don't want me to hang up?"

"Yeah I'm sure, go influence or something."

The boy's face faded into a small smile as he slid his headphones on. Continuing on with his conversation, Noami went to flop on his bed. Said bed was unkept as YouTube plates were spread disorganized. Scoffing at the taller's way of bragging to his twitch viewers, she pushed them aside.

The room had started to get more packed the more time she visited. This time she noticed that he had added a shelf packed with stuff, making it roomier and less murderer-y. Still, she thought it could've used some good posters.

Tommy had started to talk about upcoming stream ideas with what Noami could assume was Ranboo from their voice. Half-listening to the boy she had started to scroll on Twitter, the best way to end your day until reaching a certain tweet. Taking a sharp breath in, she tip-toed toward the blond.

"Tommy," Noami whispered, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah?" Tommy responded, sliding the headphones off partially.

"Look,"

your mom @booberversion
I've been keeping this in for a while but it's too good to share !! What if Tommy and Noami weren't joking when they said they were each other's partners!!! She's been in two videos now so there has to be something going on!

user @userone
Sometimes sharing isn't caring babes

user @usertwo
no 🤦

user @userthree
delete this even if they are dating you should let them have some privacy

user @userfour
wait cause actually...

user @userfive
this can't be fr

His eyes read the tweet fastly. Looking up at the girl, he muted his discord.

"Maybe we should tell them," Tommy smirked.

"Maybe we shouldn't,"

"Maybe,"

"I hate you," Noami frowned, putting her phone in her pocket.

Pulling her in for a quick peck on the lips he smiled as her eyes widened. "Do you really?"

"Yeah, yeah I do," Naomi joked.

MADI IS AH AHHHHHHHCHOOOO!
thas crazy....

bro this guy who's also a mcyt enjoyer was defending me at school and it was lowkey kinda....

bro  I js realized I've been spelling naomis name as noami ....