In The Name Of Love

If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn

It was a very quiet morning. Tubbo woke up, pillow heated up from his phone playing all night. He could even hear the faint sound of the video playing a couple centimetres away from his head.

His hand roamed around the pillow in an attempt to find his phone. His fingers laced around a smooth heated surface. His phone would definitely be out of battery soon. That's what he gets for missing someone who didn't miss him.

Tubbo struggled against his sleepiness for a second before he removed the bed covers. He grabbed his phone and turned it off as well as charging it.

His alarm clock read 8:15. He wasn't as sleepy anymore so he decided to get up.

It was a strange night too last night. He hadn't given much thought about Ranboo ever since-he could feel a couple tiny tears prick the back of his eyes. He refused to let them drop out. Today shouldn't be a day for crying. He was going to meet up with his best friend, they were going to have the most fun ever.

Tubbo didn't know if Tommy was busy or not at the moment but he sometimes had the habit of randomly walking into Tommy's house with a spare key that he was given with full trust.

It shouldn't be that big of a surprise if he were to randomly show up today whenever.

Tubbo got ready first, he brought a bag and began filling it with things for a sleepover. Extra clothes, his wallet, his toothbrush, a swimsuit(he'd never know what Tommy would get him into), a charger, his computer and a few snacks.

Tubbo rushed towards the door expecting a fresh clear breeze and empty road meeting him outside. He was shocked to see Tommy waving to him outside of a parked taxi.

"Tommy!"

Tubbo ran towards Tommy.

"I got this guy to drive to your house. Now we're going to my place! He's gonna know both of our addresses!"

The taxi driver looked out and played along, fake smirking.

"What are you waiting for? Get the fuck in!" Tommy exclaimed.

Tubbo nodded, smiling as he reached for his bag and made way towards the car. He got in, and strapped the seatbelt on. The taxi driver started the engine. The drive began in peaceful, comfortable silence.

"Tubbs, mind telling me what's fucking goin on?" Tommy asked as he lowered his voice, in an attempt to break the ice.

Shit, Tubbo realised, remembering the conversation from last night. "Nothing," he replied with tense, unreadable emotion.

"Something's going on, right? Someone-"

"No Thomas, it's fine," Tubbo whispered, he really didn't want to make a scene in the taxi.

Tommy stiffened, the shorter never referred to him much by his real name unless it was a very rare and funny joke or another one of those awkward uncomfortable moments. He believed it was probably some sort of defence mechanism used to seem professional but also show people he was not happy.

"Alright then anyway, do you wanna do anything specific? We can eat at the same place we got married at!"

Tubbo grinned and elbowed the taller one. At least he could appreciate the mood change. Tommy sighed in relief, he hated to see his friend feeling incredibly uncomfortable. But he couldn't help but wonder what was going on. What made Tubbo ask to talk to him about something out of the blue only to change his mind a few hours later? What was this strange thing he was dealing with? Was it really as big of a deal as he thought?

His thoughts vanished as he heard the brakes screech. He could recognize the road. They were almost there. It seemed to take an eternity for the red light to turn green.