ABSOLUTELY POG {tommyinnit}

{fifteen}

i should've said this sooner, but as i use pictures, it's not always gonna be the same girl portraying sav, i couldn't find one to portray her character so i just use pictures that fit the story and her description of brunette, short, tannish complexion and stylish asf lol :)

vote and comment if it's worthy, anyways let's get started

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Niki and Savana were obviously shaken up, they would have been crazy not to be and the boy's asking for every single detail truly didn't help a single bit. The two grew nervous at the thought of even remembering the scene.

"Okay let me get this straight," Fundy spoke up trying to completely understand the situation, "you were too beautiful to be 16 and he found that as a fucking excuse," his word's spewed out like venom, not towards the girls but at the thought of that.

"Yeah I guess," Savana shrugged, her head rested on Tommy's shoulder as he silently rubbed her back.

"This is bullshit," Nick spewed, his face almost purple in anger. Savana couldn't stand seeing Nick like this and it worried her dearly. "I'm just gonna go lay down," the girl muttered, raising her head off of Tommy's shoulder and heading up the stairs.

She completely understood why they cared but she'd rather brush it off and continue on with herself.

Changing into spandex and a hoodie she crashed onto her bed, her head meeting the silk covers, as it brushed against her skin. She pulled the cover over her and closed her eyes, breathing in and out at a steady breath to try and collect herself, she drifted off to sleep letting her thought's disappear.

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"Do you like her?" Sapnap asked, looking at Tommy. The crowded room turned pitch quiet. "Why is it always me we must interrogate? Wilbur is right there and Niki isn't here either," Tommy huffed turning away from the group.

"You didn't answer the question," Clay called out. "I have told you all that I don't multiple times. Do you want to hear it again to get it through your thick american skull Clay?" his eye's darted at him, "actually I would," Clay laughed mensingly.

"I don't like her," his words spewed like venom, "Tommy that sounded like a lie," Techno teased, "but if you want to let your thick British brain stop you from realizing. It will be too late," he finished, shrugging his shoulders as he walked into the kitchen.

"I don't get it, we agreed to be friend's and only friends. Why can't you see that?" he asked, taking a seat on the island, the cold marble sending a shiver down his back.

"I don't have much experience but you two look like your into each other," Alex stated, "honestly the only people too blind to see it are the both of you," Karl muttered, the group nodded in agreement.

"Have you ever thought about how she might feel?" Tubbo asked. "Just friend's," Tommy responded, feeling a state of nervousness fill his chest at the idea of her wanting to be more.

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By the time her eye's opened it was around 3 am, these late night's seemed to drag on as she had a tendency for random naps. She rubbed her head, lifting herself from her bed and heading for the door, her heart rate picked up viciously as she thought about what had happened earlier.

Reaching the kitchen she saw a figure standing on the back porch, inhaling what had looked to be a blunt.

She slowly walked toward's the door, the smell of the weed gradually filling her senses. She placed her hand on the door knob and opened it, peeking her head out, "who is that?" she asked, squinting her eyes.