𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

Tommy †Liar†

Its been two days since I went to wil's. I've been scared for my life and have been isolating myself in my room since then. I still can't tell if my mum believes me or not. she didn't take my phone, look into it deeper, it was just kinda, she believed me. For once.

After I got the text I panicked. I had no idea what to do, and i couldn't say i snuck out to see wilbur. so, i did what any other smart teenager would do. Lie.

I walked up to the house and luckily she wasn't outside till i got at the front of the gate. She gave me her death stare and didn't blink until i was almost at the door.

"you better have a good reason for being gone at four in the fucking morning" she growled at me. I was basically at a loss for words, flabbergasted, I didn't know what the fuck to even start off with.

"I thought i saw someone, through the window," I lied. "I wanted to know if it was a person or a rat or something." She nodded slowly and I continued. "I went into the yard and was walking around then i saw something go down the sidewalk so i followed it."

She rolled her eyes, "of course you did." She huffed. "dumbass teenager" she mumbled under her breath. "get you ass inside and your not allowed to leave this fucking house until Monday"

It was Friday, the 4th of November. so two days. I nodded, and quickly ran to my room, locked my door, changed, and sat on my bed. I was just sat there thinking. Did she actually buy that stupid ass excuse?

I haven't texted anyone yet, for some reason. I've been extra careful and only leave my room to get food. I've been meaning to text Wilbur since yesterday, but I couldn't bring myself to try. I didn't even know how I'd explain.

I wanna go over to his again soon, even if that means getting caught. It was so nice, and fun. It felt like just two brothers dickin around at 2am.

I take a breath, and turn on my phone. I post to my socials that I'm gonna be taking a break from social media, for personal reasons and that I might not be back til January. I need a break for one, and I dont feel like plastering on a fake smile for streams right now.

Then i open discord, text people, text people back, and text wilbur giving him a big- ish paragraph informing  him on all that happened and put my phone down. Its 4pm, Sunday. So I'll be able to go back to his tomorrow, if he's up for hanging.

theres nothing to really do on my phone, and i don't wanna turn on my pc. So i put some music on, pull out one of my old books, and read. I must've lost track of time because whenever i check my phone its almost 9. Damn, I've never read for that long before. Calming.

I put my book on my side table and look at discord. Nothing yet from wil. Im just about to start getting ready for bed, but I'm interrupted by a loud crash of glass shattering from downstairs.

I open my door, and walk down the stairs, my head over the corner to see a beer bottle busted on the ground and another in my dads hand. Of course. My mum enters the kitchen a few beats later and starts going off on my dad for drinking so much and breaking glass on the floor.

She catches a glimpse of me and stops mid sentence. "Tom," she starts, motioning for me to come to the kitchen, so I do. As im walking she starts up again. "Dear, would you be a good son and clean up? Your dad obviously needs some rest, and I.." she stops, thinking of something to say. "I couldn't possibly bend down to pick up all this glass."

I look at the glass. There's not much, half of the bottle is still intact and all the pieces are big enough to sweep up easily. Im about to say that she could use a broom and I could help Dad, but then she adds, "Im not asking." Of course she isn't. She never is.

"sure" i mumble. "clean up your dad or something while your at it" then she's gone before i can say anything. I look at my dad, and he shrugs

"I can take care of myself, go get some rest kid. Dont worry about your mum, she makes you do too much anyways. This ones on me." He grins. "thanks. night dad" I grin back. And he starts picking up the pieces of glass.

I go back to my room. he's never been that nice to me before. if something like that ever happens he usually just walks away and lets me deal with it. It was nice, tho. I guess he was right too, mum does make me do to much.

I turn off my lights and get comfy in my bed. Actually, hold on. I pull the covers off me and a walk back downstairs, seeing my dad just finishing the beer he had before I left. "uh, dad?" I ask. this could either end really badly or really goodly.

"yeah?" he turns to me and puts his empty beer on the counter. "I know I normally, or never really, ask you about this stuff but.." alright. here it goes. I cross my fingers in my pocket. "can i stay at Wilbur's tomorrow night?"

He's silent for a while. "you know your mum would never aloud that" he reminds me. Like i could ever forget. "yeah, but.. nevermind. Forget I asked." I sigh, no point in arguing. I start to head back up the stairs but stop.

"Dont tell your mother. But sure, all night?" I turn around. Holy shit. "yeah, all night." I manage to get out. "just this once. if your mum catches you I'll tell her you had my permission. Just this once" "okay, thank you so much, dad"

He turns around and has for the living room and I head from my bedroom.  yay yay yay yay this is amazing im so happy oh my god yes lets go, I think to myself. if I wasn't so tired tired I would practically be jumping for joy right now.

I lay down, hearing my phone buzz. I seriously can't get a break tonight can I? I roll over and look, its wil.

Wilbur- thank fucking god bro, I was so sure you got caught. But lets go!! I'll talk to you in the morning, night toms

A grin forms on my face. I set my phone back down and plug it up. I pull my covers over me and lay back down facing the wall. Lets fucking go

A/N: i swear I have this really good bit planned for later but gosh. when i tell you i have so many ideas ‼️