"Jerk," I muttered through my teeth as I stomped my way towards my own room, shutting the door closed.
At least I have something to come back to, here in my room whenever I feel upset. I looked at my guitar and thought of making a new song but I didn't have the motivation to do so.
Twitter. Five hundred sixty-four thousand, eight hundred eighty-six followers. As I scrolled through my feed, I saw a post tagging both me and Tommy in one picture.
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That was the time when he glared at me as I was scooting closer to him.
I didn't reply to the tweet, but I wanted to look at myself a little better so I tapped on the screen.
My finger must've had a mind of its own and tapped the heart button instead of the goddamn picture.
Fuck.
Almost all of the comments were asking who I was.
"Ooh, who's that?"
"Tommy omg"
"I can't believe I missed the stream ugh."
"They could be a couple ngl"
"IMMA FLIP OFF THEY LOOK GOOD TOGETHER IS IT JUST ME OR WHAT"
"I SMELL A COLLAB 🥰"
Are they really shipping me and Tommy?
It's all fun and games until Wilbur and the rest of the gang tweeted about the short stream.
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Tubbo replied, "Bet." then quackity, until content creators and fans chained the same reply.
Tommy's laughter and screams died down a little from his room. I assumed he was online.
"STFU." He replied to Wilbur's latest tweet.
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"IT WAS ALEXIS, FUCK YOU" Tommy replied to his tweet.
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Tommy must've had enough of all the rumors escalating, so he tweeted that he would never have a partner in life because he lives his life better without people giving him affection.
I decided to call my best friend, excited to tell her everything that had happened.
It rang. Twice. She didn't pick it up.
"Come on," I said, worrying as to what might've happened on the other end of the line.
Nothing.
I was about to ring her phone one more time but heard a long beep.
She hung up before we even started talking.
"Oh," I lowered my phone down to my chest. I know I'm the type of person who overthinks things too fast, and this situation triggered it the most.
What did I do?
Was it wrong to call her and tell her everything that had happened here?
"Okay then," I whispered. The sharp pain in my chest felt like someone stabbed me. The next thing I knew, I was staring at the wall.
Finally, I decided to do it once more.
She hung up.
"You know what," I sighed. "I'm fine." Tossing my phone onto my bed I grabbed my guitar and freestyled a song.
The way my voice fits the chords perfectly made my heart flutter with delight. It was as if my worries were gone. Temporarily, at least.
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Short Chapter but here you go :) I'm working on the next one rn
