i woke up with a groan, stretching my arms out as the sunlight poured into the guest bedroom. i don't remember falling asleep in here, let alone leaving the garden.
i let my feet sink into the white carpet and shuffle towards the door, making my way to tommy's room. i knock and wait for a response.
i hear grumbling so i assume i just woke him up.
"tomathy," i open the door.
"fuck off you're american," he puts the pillow over his head.
"fuck off you're a guy," i shoot back.
"i think you've got me there," he pulls the pillow away from his face as he talks.
"tommy," i whine, dragging out his name attempting to pull him out of bed.
"i'm not getting up, you can come here," he huffs.
i roll my eyes but nonetheless get into the other side of his bed.
"it is 7am, sleep," he demands.
"IT'S SE-" he places a hand on my mouth to stop me from screaming.
"i'm going to drop kick you," he warns me.
i lie on my side, and huff. i try to sleep for about twenty minutes with no success, assuming tommy is asleep i open my eyes and face the other way.
"how are you not asleep yet?" he chuckles slightly, turning to face me.
"i don't know tomathy," i emphasize tomathy.
"why did dream tell you about that," he groans.
"because i'm amazing," i tell tommy.
he sighs but drapes an arm over my waist as i turn around.
"what are you doing to me," i hear someone murmur before i fall into a deep sleep, the voice sounds far away so i assume it's a fragment of my imagination.
***
"good morning sleepyhead," tommy's thick british accent comes out when he says good morning.
"good morning bitch boy," i mutter, my voice raspy.
he false gasps with a small laugh.
"what do you want to eat for breakfast?" he asks me.
"i'm not that hungry, toms," i sit up, rubbing my eyes.
his features on his face immediately soften.
"you need to eat something sof," he states.
"i don't eat breakfast most days," i say, not wanting to worry him.
he eyes me suspiciously and leaves the room, he comes back two minutes later with a banana.
i giggle slightly and take the banana off him.
***
@/sofiaknowspissbaby
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sofiaknowspissbaby: hi tommy
-> ttommyinnitt: bye —> tubbo: tommy! be nice, hi sofia :)
user1: TOMMY SOFIA MEET UP POG???
hater4: she is ugly and fat lol
user5: sofia, hand in marriage?
***
"BETTY! WALTER!" tommy yelled.
"STOP BARKING LIKE THAT," i shook my head as i looked up from my phone.
"so today i thought we could go to the arcade," his eyes shone as he talked about the arcade.
"let me go get dressed, then we can go," i smiled at him, leaving to go to my room.
i put on a white button up cardigan with a v-neck, i grab a black lace tank top to put underneath it and pair it with some black jeans.
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"ready to go?" he asks me with a slight smile.
"let's go bitch," i nudge him slightly.
"I'M NOT A BITCH," he gasps.
"you're right," i smile sweetly.
"i kno-"
"you're a bitch BOY," i smirk.
"MORE LIKE A BITCH MAN," he yells back.
"did you just say bitch man?" i snort.
"wha- no i said... BIG MAN," he stutters, tripping over his words.
"i- wha- why- HUH?" i question in between my laughter.
"you have that weird kettle laugh like big d," he tells me.
