Savior | Chapter Twenty-Six

TommyInnit is now live: LONDYN IS LEAVING ME TOMORROW

Londyn's P.o.V. - 

"Tommy, it's not like I'm disappearing. I'll still talk to you every day." I said, cutting Tommy off from his constant rambling about me leaving.

"That's not the same." Tommy pouted.

I rolled my eyes. "Pull yourself together, big man." 

Tommy frowned even more. 

"Tommy, don't be sad. I'm like two hours away, it's fine." I said. "And we still have today and half of tomorrow." 

"But-"

"Chat is calling you a simp," I said, cutting Tommy off.

"WHAT THE FUCK? I'M NOT A SIMP!" Tommy yelled. "See? I hate you Londyn." 

"I hate you too Thomas."

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Tommy yelled again.

"Ssshh, your mom is sleeping, Tommy," I said, laughing softly.

"Wait- who just fucking- mods you know what I'm talking about. Please ban that person." Tommy said, getting serious all of a sudden.

"What'd they say? Can you text me it or something?" I asked, now concerned.

He shook his head, "No. No. It doesn't matter. Um, what should we do Londyn?"

I shrugged. "Bedwars? I'll control the keyboard, you control the mouse?" 

He nodded and loaded up bedwars.

"Fuck, give me a second, my dad is calling me," I said, grabbing my phone.

"Which one?"

"George," I responded then answered the call. "Hi, Dad. I'm live by the way."

"Cool. Take me off speaker and give Tommy the phone." George said.

"Okay jeez," I said and handed the phone to Tommy. He took it off the speakerphone and took his headphones off, putting the phone to his ear. 

I leaned over and got us into a bedwars lobby while Tommy talked to George.

"Chat, honestly I don't even want to know. Tommy talking to my parents or really anyone is scary." I said.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. Fucking hell big man, I get it. Bye." Tommy said and hung up the call, putting my phone back on his desk. 

"Um, anyway, you ready?" I asked.

He nodded and we started playing.

"Tommy next time please place the fucking block when I tell you to!" I yelled.

"Stop doing- doing whatever the fuck you're doing!" Tommy fired back.

"I'm trying to make us win!" I yelled, "Sorry that I'm better than you at this game!"

"DREAM IS LITERALLY YOUR FATHER! YOU KILLED TECHNOBLADE!" Tommy yelled, getting even louder.

I stopped, smiling proudly. "I did do that didn't I?"

Tommy laughed. 

"But I would have died so earlier on if you, Dream and George didn't step in," I said.

"Probably." Tommy agreed.

I elbowed him slightly. "Shut the fuck up and start playing, we're not losing this round."

"Let's go Londyn!" Tommy cheered, laughing happily as he held his hand up. I high-fived him, laughing as well.

"Finally after almost two hours!" 

"POGCHAMP!" 

Tommy and I ended the stream. 

"Can we cuddle now?" Tommy asked.

"You're becoming a real big simp for me I hope you know Mr. Innit," I responded, my face heating up.

"Just don't tell my chat that, okay?" 

"I think they know. It's a bit obvious, sorry Love." 

Tommy rolled his eyes, face also flushed like mine now.

"I can't believe you leave tomorrow." Tommy sighed.

"Yeah, time flew by. Thanks for letting me stay here by the way." I said.

Tommy smiled, "Anytime." 

Then suddenly he stood up, pulling on a hoodie, and grabbed a blanket. "C'mon." He said, grabbing my hand, pulling me up from the chair I was sitting in.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we started walking downstairs.

"You'll see." He said and led me outside.

"Are you trying to murder me?" I questioned, laughing.

Tommy laughed, "No. Maybe later."

"What the fuck?" 

Tommy and I both burst into laughter, joking around as we continued walking. After a few minutes, Tommy stopped, letting go of my hand finally, and laid the blanket down on the grass, laying down on it afterward.

"Lay with me?" He asked softly, almost nervously.

"This seems cliche." I laughed, laying down next to him, my heart pounding against my chest.

He laughed, grabbing my hand again. "Look at the stars."

"When did you turn into a hopeless romantic?" I laughed.

"Stop asking so many questions. You're killing the mood."

"What mood?"

"Ssssshhh." Tommy hushed me, pointing up at the sky.

I rolled my eyes, holding in my laugh as I looked up at the sky. I have to admit, it was nice even if it was cliche. 

"What are we?" I asked hesitantly, looking over at him.

"What do you mean?" Tommy responded, looking at me.

"What I mean is, we're friends right?"

Tommy hummed in response. 

"But we like... cuddle and.." My hands started sweaty, my mouth going dry.

Tommy frowned. "Yeah?"

I sighed, for the first time in my life, at a loss for words. 

Tommy sat up, turning to face me fully with his legs crossed. I did the same thing. 

"I-i don't know..." I said quietly, looking at the grass. "I think I'm just looking too far into this."

Tommy didn't say anything or move.

"But- I don't know if we can continue... you know, LondynInnit if... if you... if you don't feel the same way." I whispered. I felt like crying, this was embarrassing.

Tommy didn't say anything or move still.

I just fucked everything up didn't I?

I turned my head to look at Tommy, only to feel two hands cup my face and his lips hitting my own.

My heart skipped a beat, my body froze.

Tommy pulled away, hands dropping from my face. "I'm- I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to say it in words and Tubbo told me to make a move but he didn't tell me what so I just assumed. I'm sorry Londyn."

I blinked, going back into reality. 

"No, no. It's okay." I said, not knowing what else to say.

Tommy groaned, head falling into his hands.

"Why the fuck are feelings so confusing?" He groaned.

I sighed, "I'm asking the same question." 

I groaned Tommy's hands, taking them away from his face. He looked up at me slowly.

"Maybe someone should write 'how to admit feelings'. They'd get more sales than 'How to sex'." Tommy said.

I laughed, letting go of his hands. "That was random."

"I'm trying to make this less awkward," Tommy said, laughing softly as he laid back down. 

I laid back down as well. "I have a 187 IQ but can't figure out what I'm feeling. How does that make sense?" I said half-jokingly.

Tommy snorted a laugh. 

"But..." Tommy started, grabbing my hand again. "I think I like you Londyn, in...  a romantic way."

A small smile formed on my face. "I think I like you too Tommy."

A/NAAAAAAAAAA IM FREAKING OUTAND I WROTE THIS BECAUSE ITS ABOUT FUCKING TIME