The flowers that come with loving you are suffocating me.

Am I getting sick??

Notes: Now, we're getting somewhere... Anyway, let the angst begin...

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It's been a few years since Tommy was welcomed into the Watson's home. He was 15 now and turning 16 soon!

Tommy woke up to the blaring sound of his alarm and got out of bed. After he was ready for school, he made his way downstairs.

The first thing he noticed was that no one was home.

Which isn't totally out of the norm. Phil has been going to work earlier and staying later for the past few months.

Come to think of it... Wilbur and Techno have been doing the same thing.

Wilbur's been busy with his friends and his band, so he doesn't come home until later at night when Tommy is asleep, and Techno has been busy with school and fencing practice.

Recently, It's almost rare to see them all in one room. The last time they had a "Family Night" was months ago as well...

Tommy felt a pang in his heart but brushed it off. He didn't have time to think about all of that; he needed to prepare for another uneventful school day.

Tommy quickly rummaged around the kitchen for something to eat, eventually finding a granola bar. He shrugged but swiftly scarfed down the food.

Tommy remembers when Phil used to make breakfast every day for all of them, even if he had to go in early for work, and when Phil couldn't make them anything in the morning, either Techno or Wilbur would scrounge things up to cook.

Now it seems like everyone is too busy for shit like that.

Tommy felt an itch in the back of his throat and coughed.

'I hope I'm not getting sick,' He thought.

His lungs have been feeling a little tighter recently, "It must been the seasons changing," He muttered to himself.

Tommy quickly slid his shoes on and exited the front door. He looked down at the time on his phone and– "Oh, shit! I'm gonna be late!"

He quickly got onto his bike and rode to school.

Tommy can recall the first time Phil drove him to school. He was so nervous about riding with Phil and the others, but he was also so happy that they actually wanted to take him.

Wilbur had always sat in the front, meaning he had complete control over the music they played. Occasionally, Techno would sit up there instead, but he never played music. He only ranted about school and how the people's brains in his class were as thick as bricks.

And that pattern continued for years. Of course, sometimes Phil would be too busy because of work, and when he was, Wilbur or Techno would always step in and take him themselves.

He wondered why or even when that had stopped.

The pang in Tommy's heart was back, and he felt his lungs tighten. He tried to clear his throat, which caused him to cough.

It got so bad that he almost fell off his bike when he jerked the handlebars.

'Yup, I'm definitely getting sick,' He thought and sighed.

Eventually, Tommy made it to school safely and quickly found Tubbo and Ranboo.

"What's up, bossman!" Tubbo had said and ran up to him.

Tommy rubbed his sore throat. "I think I honestly might be getting sick. I keep coughing..."

Ranboo looked at him with wide eyes and backed away slowly, as he held two fingers up in a cross position, "Get back you demon!"