𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕//𝕞𝕔𝕪𝕥 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙀

'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ᴅᴀʏꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ

"Sho, I wath fhinking--"

"Tommy, I can't understand you when you're choking on pot pie." I stopped from taking a bite to give the blonde an admonishing glare. He only rolled his eyes at me, forcefully stuffing his face with more food.

"Shuth up and lishtenh--" This time, he was cut off by his mom smacking the back of his head. Tommy choked on his food, barely reaching up and catching it with his own hands. "MOM!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Was all she said, shaking her head. I hid my snicker behind my hand as Tommy got up to throw away the food he spat out. When he sat back down, he glared at me.

"Don't be mad at me because your mom knocked your food out of your mouth." I noticed that as weeks passed, Tommy and I have been getting more comfortable around each other. We now easily began to make fun of each other whenever the chance was given, like siblings.

And just like family, I was invited to eat dinner at his house by his mom. She was so kind to me and constantly offered for me to stay for meals and spend the night. I took her up on both offers tonight, much to her pleasure.

"Alright, now that you're not dying via chicken, what's your big idea?"

"Have you ever heard of the game Phasmophobia?" I racked my brain, foot tapping as I thought over the title.

"Not too much... Isn't it like a horror game?" He nodded wordlessly, already chewing again. "Tommy, aren't you scared of the horror genre?"

His face went pink in an instant and he looked away in an attempt to hide it. "I dunno what you're talking about."

"Liar." I scoffed through my nose. He only flicked a piece of the crust back at me, landing on my green sweater. I picked it off, rubbing off the crumbs. "Tommy, don't make me snitch on you."

"Yeah, yeah." He stopped eating to eye at my sweater. "I've never seen you wear that. Is it new?" My ears went hot and I darted my eyes downwards.

"Yeah. It's a gift." I don't know why I didn't spit out and say it was from Jacob. Tommy knew that we had gotten closer and that Jacob had a niche for giving gifts to his friends. Maybe it was just embarrassing to me.

"You look nice in that color. You should wear it more often." He didn't sense my fluster, thank God.

We both finished eating our dinner before washing the dishes together and running upstairs. Tommy sat at his desk while I pulled out the second chair and scooted it next to him. I plugged in my headset and put up the mic, seeing that Tommy and I would be sharing his.

"Time to see who's online." Tommy popped open Discord and began typing.

chommy: WHO WANTS TO PLAY PHASMO