No. You're not. Being the quiet kid with anxiety make it impossible for you to be satisfied. But that's about to change with a certain blonde who you happen to have a project with.
(THERE IS NO ROMANCE HERE, THE READER IS SUGGESTED TO BE AGES 15-18...
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Just do it. Ring the doorbell. Nothing is gonna go wrong... Or will it? He hasn't read my message. He hasn't texted back. What if he hates me? Or thinks I'm clingy? He barely knows me. What did I do--
"Tommy! There's a kid waiting here for you!" I felt my face grow hot as the woman, I'm assuming Tommy's mom, answered the door. I blinked out of shock, gulping as she smiled at me. She ushered me inside, greeting me as I shoved off my shoes. "Are you the one he's doing the project with?"
"Yeah. Sorry I'm so late, I got lost on the way here." I apologized, fumbling with the bottom on my jacket. She only shook her hand dismissively at me.
"He doesn't mind. Tommy!" He yelled something incomprehensible back, causing the woman to sigh. "Just go up there. His room is the second on the right, hard to miss with his old drawings on it."
"Thank you." I nodded at her, jogging up the stairs. I saw what his mom had meant, seeing crude drawings of cartoons and even a curse word on his door.
As I got closer to Tommy's bedroom, I began to hear him screaming and yelling curse words. I wasn't surprised, though. He was always loud in English and History and more than once I've caught him doing something stupid during lunch.
I gently knocked on the bedroom door, shaking nervously. "Uh... Tommy? Can I come in?"
"Fuck!" He suddenly cursed, making me jolt. I heard the sounds of things falling and thuds before the door was yanked open. "I thought you were coming at 2:30!"
Guilt ate at my insides. "I was but then I texted you that I had to come earlier. I didn't have a choice. 'm sorry, Tommy." His panic melted into what looked like embarrassment.
He hates you. You're being rude. Why didn't you call him? Or send more texts? Apologize! Fix it!
"No, it's fine, I just--" He started, unknowingly cutting me off, before being interrupted himself.
"TOMMY, HE'S COMING!" A new, muffled voice emitted from the corner of Tommy's room, which was surrounded by green screens. Tommy looked between me and the computer in a panic, before grabbing my wrist and yanking me inside.
"I'm coming, Tubbo!" He replied, pulling a chair from his closet and taking it behind the greenscreen. "Come here!" Seeing as he was speaking to me, I scooted through the greenscreens, careful not to bump into them.
As I made it through, I saw a full gaming setup. Like, double monitors, big computer, a microphone stand, and a headset. Tommy was quick to plug a second pair of headphones and hand them to me.
"I hope you don't mind, but I need to finish this stream. Are you okay with being on camera?" Looking at the Twitch tab on his second monitor, I saw a rapidly moving chat with over thousands of people. My blood ran red hot, but I stuttered my answer.
