2020 Christmas Advent Calendar

Fights & Snow

Day 3: Snow

Tommy felt cold.

He was laying in an open, snow-covered field, looking up at the bright sky. It had been a long day, and Tommy was tired. He wanted to just sleep. To just fall into the world of sleep.

His book back was behind his head, acting as a pillow, as a wall between his blond hair and the cold ground.

His face felt warm, probably from the fight he had gotten into that day.

His nose felt hot, likely from the bloody nose he had.

His right arm hurt, Tommy thought he might have broken it after a nasty fall he took during the fight.

Tommy could hear footsteps, coming closers to him. Turning his head, he saw it was his brother. Techno brown hair was down, the ends faded pink. The man wore a red jacket, and the blond could see that the hood had fur lining, a puffy white color. There was even a golden-colored beanie sitting on his head, pressed down onto his head.

The man sat down beside him, sitting with his legs crossed. "What ya doing out here, kid?"

"Hiding from Dad." His school had called their father, telling him that he had gotten into

"He's not mad at you, you know. Dad is a little worried since ya didn't come home after school."

Tommy went back to looked up at the sky. "I got into a fight with Vikk."

Techno just tilted his head, silently asking for his brother to continue.

"He was making fun of Spins, alright, so I had to do something."

Spins was the stuffed bee that the blond had given his best friend almost 8 years ago, back when they were 6. It was his first Christmas with the Sleepy family and his best friend. And ever since, Tubbo had carried around that melon-sized bee for years.

That day at school, like always, the 14-year-old had his bee sticking out of his backpack. It made Tommy laugh slightly at the sight of it, and teasing the shorter teen about it. It was all fun and games for them, Tommy and Tubbo had always joked about the stuffed animal.

But Vikk took it way to far

They left their 6th-period class when the older teen attacked them.

They were just minding their own business, trying to get to their next class. The hall was still full of kids trying to grab what they needed for their last class. Tommy could remember some people laughing, looking down at their phones, most likely thinking about what they were planning to do on the up and coming Christmas break.

Tubbo was walking on his left, and he could hear the boy talking about the notes he had taken from their history class, saying something about a big project that was due after the break, something about family trees.

He looked down at his phone before realizing Tubbo wasn't talking beside him, wasn't chatting away about the project.

Turning around, Tommy saw one of the most popular kids in school. Vikk Star was the captain of the basketball team and was one of the tallest kids in school, plus he was almost famous.

And there the teen was, holding Spins above his head, while Tubbo was trying to jump up and grab it. Vikk was laughing, and it was causing a crowd to form. The thought of getting to their last class was forgotten.

Tommy had to push through the crowd, trying to make it to his friend.

"Give it back!" the short 14-year-old said, still jumping and reaching up, trying to grab the stuffed bee. Vikk was tall, about a head taller than Tommy himself, almost standing as tall as the lockers. "That's mine!"

Vikk let out a laugh, brown eyes smiling down at the Tubbo. "How about no?"

"Give him back the bee Vikk," Tommy told him, coming to stand beside his friend, who stopped jumping when the taller blond joined him. "That isn't your property, so give it back."

The teen just laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

It was starting to irritate Tommy.

"Finders keepers, boys," the food ball captain said. "Besides, why does a 9th grader still carry around a stuffed animal? Scared?"

No one spoke after that. They all knew, even the ones recording the event, that Tubbo was super attached to that bee, that he used it as a comfort blanket when things got too loud when classes got too much. Tubbo wasn't scared, the bee was his coping object.

No one messed with the bee unless they wanted to get hurt.

And, as his body went onto autopilot, Tommy took a step forward and throw a sharp right hook into Vikk's nose.

The teen dropped the bee, reaching up to hold his nose. Tubbo reacted fast, grabbing Spins and tucking the knitted plush under his chin. He looked smaller than he normally did. Tommy just was breathing heavily, holding his fist in his hand.

And before a word could be spoken, Vikk let go of his nose. It wasn't bleeding, that was something. It was at least bright red like he had to stand outside in the snow for an hour. The older teen then retaliated, throwing his own punch. Square into his nose.

Tommy could hear it crack.

The force of the punch caused him to fall, and when he went to try and brace himself, his arm gave an even louder crack, and he fell into a lump on the floor.

The bell rang, time for 7th period.

The crowd dispersed, not wanting to be seen out of class.

Tommy was just holding his arm, trying not to let tears fall from his face, feeling the warm blood that dripped his nose. He could feel Tubbo sitting down next to him, trying to console his friend, not knowing what to do.

Usually, the teen wasn't one to run from his fights or to let the other person have the last word. But for once, Tommy decided to run.

He grabbed his bag, Tommy picked himself up and bolted down the hall, and out of the school.

And so here he was, lying in that field, his arm and face hurting. Techno beside him, not saying a word, listening as Tommy told him the story of what happened that day. The pink-haired teen was nodding along, listening.

A snowball landed on the blond face, startling out of his story.

It was from Techno, who was holding another in his hand. "You really should put some ice on that nose," the man joked, a small grin forming on his face. A chuckle escaped him when he saw the look Tommy was giving him. "What are you going to do about it, kid?"

With his good hand, Tommy grabbed a handful of snow and throw it into his brother's face. It landed with a soft poof on his forehead, and his older brother dramatically, letting his legs fly up into the air before he fell into the white blanket of powder.

The two fell into a fit of laugher, both covered in snow.

Techno stood to his feet, brushing off the snow that had gathered on his coat. He then turned to his brother, reaching down to help him up. "Come on, let's get dad to look at that nose. And your arm."

The blond let out a groan before reaching up and grabbing the offered hand, letting himself be pulled up. His arm felt like it was trying to fall off, a spark of pain running through the limb.

Maybe he should really let his dad look at the injury.

Techno ruffled Tommy's golden hair, before picking up the teen's bag and throw it over his shoulder. "Let's head home, kid."

They left the open field, their footprints trailing after them. The little dents in the snow from where they had sat were still there, and if Tommy looked back, he would see it was slowly starting to snow again.