A/N; Tommy lives in Brighton but no one knows
The fluffy golden blonde hair flopped as he jumped on to his bed, relaxing into the covers. He sighed as he pulled out his phone, turning to the side.
He checked Twitter, people on the Dream smp were trending as usual.
#QUACKITY
#TUBBO
#RANBOO
#KARL
#PHIL
#WILBUR
#TECHNO
He scrunched his eyebrows, clicking on them to what's going on.
Karl did a jackbox stream and Quackity had a amazing lore stream he grinned. Good for them. He thought, then checked the others.
Fans freak out after Streamers Ranboo, Tubbo, Technoblade, Wilbur and philza release that they met up.
A pit drew in his stomach, he didn't like the fact that this bothered him so much. He frowned, checking his discord to see if anyone texted him, asking him if he wanted to come.
Nothing.
Nothing was there, they all just met up without him. That's fine. Maybe they just forgot. They forgot about you. No they didn't.
He pressed his lips together, shutting off his phone. Maybe they found out that I've been lying to them. Tommy thought. He shook his head, getting out of the creamy white covers. He had to get to his day job.
He put on his sneakers, tying the shoelaces. Getting ready to go on a run, another lie. Everyone thinks he's not athletic at all, but in real he could've gotten scholarships for track and cross country, maybe even soccer.
Running was reassuring to him, maybe it's the thought that maybe if he ran hard enough his past wouldn't catch up. Maybe he wouldn't have to think about the fact that he was kicked out at sixteen.
He finally got to the cafe, softly smiling. His boss waving at him, he nodded putting a apron on it, it had the logo on it.
"Hey Toms!" Newt enthusiastically said, waltzing over to him to give a high five.
"Hey mate."
"Tommy, it's the ninth of April, you know what I that means!" The younger rose a eyebrow at his coworker, "Dude it's your bday."
The sixteen year olds face dropped, oh. The sudden realization that he had no one to celebrate his birthday with, his best friends met up with out him, his parents hate his guts.
After a couple hours of working, the hole in stomach grew. This all your fault.
He watched as Newt walked in, trying not show what he had in his hands. Walking backwards to the register, slowly turning around.
"This is for you!" The older grinned putting a cake in front of Tommy, the younger scrunched his eyebrows, but smiled.
"T-Thank you."
The two both grabbed forks, and started to dig up into the cake. The business was slow for the night, seeing as it was a Tuesday, his phone lit up, buzzing.
Tubbo went live! Wondering the streets of Brighton!
The blonde ignored it, excusing himself to go use the restroom.
The raven haired eighteen year old watched the door ring, five people walking in. He had a cake filled mouth, but he pushed it aside trying to swallow all of it at once as fast as he can.
"Hey welcome! What would you like to order?!" He noticed the shortest one had a phone out, like he was recording. The lanky brunette was in front, he adjusted his glasses looking at the menu.
"Newt you better of not ate all the cake!" The musician froze at the sound of Tommy's voice, the younger face hardened as he saw the group.
"Toms, what are you doing here?" Wil asked, frowning at the younger's face.
"I work here, Wil." It was unusual to them for the youngest to be this soft spoken.
"Wait but that means you either drive three hours to work at some random cafe or you live here?" Ranboo said.
"What does it matter to you guys?"
"What do you mean? We're your friends." Thomas scoffed, the icy blue eyes gaze meeting up with brown orbs of his 'older brother'.
"Right yea friends. Because it's such a good friend move to meet up with out me, which is one thing, and it's a whole different thing to be on my birthday." He almost felt bad as the regret filled their eyes.
"Well you've been lying to us? When were you going to tell us that you live in Brighton." Tubbo budded in, trying to make it seem better because he was live.
"Never, I was forced to move here."
"Oh did mommy and daddy take you out of your poor college." The seventeen year old furrowed his eyebrows when he saw how fast the blondes expression changed, Anger to sad puppy dog eyes.
"F-Fuck you. You don't know Jack shit about my living situation, you don't know that I live alone. You don't know that I work a extra job because I was fucking kicked out, so fuck you." He said faster than he could process, immediately regretting it.
"Tommy-" he heard the monotone voice say.
"No fuck you."
I do not know what the fuck this one is. It is shite.
