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My name’s Tommy Watson, and life’s... weird.
I’ve got an older brother, Wilbur. He’s tall, charming, and unfortunately very popular at our school. People love him—teachers, students, even the lunch lady. He’s got this group of friends that follow him around like he’s some kind of indie-rock Jesus. He’s protective over me, always has been, but I don’t really mind. Honestly, it’s kind of nice.
Then there’s Tubbo—my best friend, practically my second brother. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. He’s been around so long, my dad keeps joking we should just adopt him already. It’s become a running joke in our house.
The three of us—Wilbur, Tubbo, and me—we all go to the same school. Wilbur’s older, so he’s in upper classes, but Tubbo and I are always stuck together. Not every class, but enough. We’re sort of a package deal. We’ve got a couple other friends, too—like Ranboo, who I’m pretty sure has a massive crush on Tubbo. But whatever. That’s their business.
And then… there’s Technoblade.
Technoblade. The most feared, admired, and ridiculously hot guy in school. Captain of the football team. Every girl, guy, and non-binary student at this school has had a crush on him at some point.
But you know what I say?
“He’s such a dick!”
“Tommy! Keep it down, I’m on the phone!” my dad yells from the other room.
I wince. “Sorry, Dad…”
Tubbo giggles through the phone. “I know, I hate him so much. Why does he have to be like that to me?”
I can practically see his face all puffed up like an angry puffer fish. Cheeks blown out pink and red like a balloon, pouty and annoyed—like a toddler denied candy.
I groan, flopping back onto my bed. “I have no idea. How do people even like him? He’s such an asshole.”
And I’m not being dramatic. Technoblade isn’t just cocky and rude—he’s a bully. Especially toward Tubbo. Lately, he’s been on his case even more than usual. I don’t know when it started or why, but I don’t care. Tubbo’s my best friend. Whoever messes with him is asking to get my foot shoved so far up their ass they’ll be tasting my sneakers.
Tubbo sighs, loud and tired. “Can’t you talk to your brother about it?”
I roll my eyes, even though I know he can’t see me. “I have, Tubbo. But they’re like... best friends or something. Wilbur says Technoblade may be ‘intimidating,’ but he’s actually a ‘big softie.’” I nearly choke just repeating it.
Tubbo lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Pfft. Fucking liar.”
“Mmhmm,” I hum in agreement, already regretting the mental image of Technoblade being “soft.”
“TOMMY! FOOD’S DONE! GET YO ASS DOWN HERE!” Dad yells again.
I sigh, annoyed. “OKAY, I’M COMING!”
Tubbo snorts. “Talk to you later, Toms.”
“Bye, Tubbs,” I say with a smile, hanging up before jogging down the stairs.
Wilbur’s waiting for me at the bottom, arms crossed, smirking like he knows something I don’t. “Were you talking shit about me and Techno again?”
I scoff, brushing past him. “You’re imagining things.”
He raises a brow. “Y’know, he’s not that bad. Kinda chill, actually.”
I roll my eyes so hard I think I saw my brain. “Suuuuuure. I’ll believe it when I see it.”