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Fuck this. Fuck everything. Why is it like this. How did this happen. Dammit.
Standing in the bathroom, Tommy stares at his reflection. His hand on a pair of scissors, slowly his grip tightens, then.
Snip!
The weight on Tommy's head drops. He stares at his reflection, hair shorter then it had been. Too short. Oh fuck. What did I just do! "Shit, okay, fuck! Uh, fix it, fix it, fix it now!" He stares for a moment longer then drops the scissors and rushes out of his bathroom. Phone, where's his phone? He runs into the living room and plucks it off the table. Okay, now who the fuck does he call? He needs it fixed now and last he checked no barber shop is open at 2 am to fix an impromptu haircut.
Techno. He cuts his hair, he'd be able to fix this. The phone rings. Once. Twice. Three times and someone picks up. "Tommy? What're you doin' up so late?" Techno asks, he sounds wide awake. Ah, insomnia at its finest. "Heyyyyy, Blade. How're you doing this fine night?" Tommy pulls what anyone would call a 'pro gamer move' and ignores the question directed at him. "Oh my god, did you kill someone? Do you need help hiding a body? Cause if you do, you made the right choice in who to call." Techno goes on as he most likely gets up to leave his house, based on the shuffling over the line.
"What? No! I didn't kill anyone! I, uh, had a 'moment' and uh, need your help..." Tommy trails off, picking at his nails as he waits for Techno to respond. Techno pauses on the other side of the phone, no sound for a moment, then, "Are you alright?" Tommy nods, then remembers that Techno can't see him. "Yeah, I'm alright. I, uh, cut my hair... and it looks awful. I was hoping you could, uh, come help me?" A sigh, "Ah, the ol' mental breakdown hair cut. I'm familiar. I'm stoppin on the way, so stay on the line." Tommy hums an agreement and waits.
After a bit the engine stops, a car door opens, shuts and then a bell chimes. "Okay, I'm in that seven-eleven down the street.' Techno walks down a candy aisle,' What do you want?" Tommy smiles slightly to himself, "A snickers, maybe some M&M's?" Techno grabs a family sized bag of M&M's and puts it in the little hand held basket. He finds the Snickers and grabs three of those as well. He grabs a Payday bar for himself and a few other snacks before moving over to the slushie machine. "What flavor slushie do ya want?" A hum from the other end of the line. "Cherry please." Techno shifts and holds the phone between his shoulder and ear, grabbing a large cup and holding it under the nozzle he starts to fill the cup with Cherry flavored ice.
"So, do you wanna tell me about what happened? You don't have to if you don't want to." Tommy sits quietly on the other end for a moment. "I, uh, don't remember actually." He mumbles quietly. Techno makes a sound in the back of his throat, puts a lid on the Cherry slushie, then starts the process all over again but this time, Blue Raspberry flavored. "That's alright. Sometimes it happens, don't worry about it." Once his own drink is finished he moves to the check out, pays for the items then walks out to his car. Once he's in the car he sets thing down and speaks again. "Alright, I'm on the way. Do you wanna stay on the phone? Or do you wanna hang up?" Tommy shifts and sits on his kitchen counter, "We can hang up. I think I'll be alright." A hum of agreement, then Tommy ends the call.
About ten minutes later a car pulls into Tommy's driveway. He unlocks his front door and looks at the man standing in front of it. Techno eyes the boys hair before nodding, "Okay, first we put this stuff in the kitchen, then we go to the bathroom." Once done, they head to the bathroom, Tommy is face to face with what he had done all over again. There, in the sink, is a large clump of blonde hair. Tommy frowns at it. Techno pats his shoulder and he picks up the scissors on the counter, it takes a bit but, he manages to make it look decent, almost like it was meant to be cut that short. Tommy stares at his reflection again, the front is longer then the back and it almost looks like- "Did you give me, fuckin' Wils' haircut? What the fuck?"
Techno can't help the laugh that leaves him, "Eh, kinda? It was the easiest thing I could do. Unless you wanna, y'know, shave it all off?" he questions. That gets a shout from Tommy as the boy moves away from Techno and out of the bathroom. "Abso-fuckin-lutely not! I don't wanna look like Jack Manifold! Are you crazy?" More laughter as they head out to the kitchen to get their snacks and drinks, then move to the living room. "What are we watchin' Big Man?" Tommy flops onto the couch and takes a sip of his cherry slushie. "Well, from my experience, shitty RomComs are the go to. So that's what we're watchin'." Techno sits down next to him as he pulls up Netflix and they pick a random one.
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Wilbur and Phil walk up to Tommy's house, it's around Nine in the morning so the boy should be awake. Tommy didn't answer when Wilbur knocked and both of them had noticed Techno's car in the driveway. Wilbur unlocked the door and the to men stepped inside. The first thing they noticed was the two sitting on Tommy's couch. As they get closer, they see the Tv is on and the two also have what look like Slushies from the Seven-Eleven down the street. "Jamie could do so much better then Dylan. Dylan's slept with most of the guys in the school at this point!" Tommy calls out glaring at the Tv, Techno nods in agreement then says, "I mean, c'mon now. Jamie should just get with Dustin, then he wouldn't get his heart broken every few minutes."
Wilbur and Phil glance at each other silently in confusion. On the screen two guys kiss and Techno and Tommy cheer, seems like Dustin and Jamie got together. Tommy reaches for Technos' arm and hits him then shakes him. "Tech, Techno, Techno, this is bad. Dustin was dating Chelsea.' a nod from Techno in slight confusion,' They haven't broke up, Techno." Almost like Tommy predicted the show, the screen does a dramatic close up of a phone in the background. It lights up and a single text shows. Hey, Dustin. We still on for date night?
Tommy and Techno lose it, shouting about how this was awful and Chelsea didn't deserve that from Dustin. "Play the next season! Techno, play the next season!" Techno grabs the remote and freezes. "Tommy... That was the last episode..." Tommy stares at him silently in horror. "No, I need to know what happens." The blonde grabs his phone and opens his browser, Techno watches him and then tries to grab the phone when he sees Tommy on Ao3. "No, no, no! Tommy, fan fiction is not canon! You're just lookin' for what you want to happen!" Tommy leans away from Techno and holds the phone away from him. "NO! I need to know what happens Techno! Let me be happy! I don't care if it isn't canon!" Techno manages to snatch the phone from him and he leans to the opposite side of the couch.
"Absolutely not. Wilbur read one fan fic and now he's an addict. I'm not letting that happen to you. I'm just trying to protect you Tommy." They stare at each other for a minute then burst into laughter. Tommy curls into Technos' side and relaxes. "What the hell is happening here?" A voice from behind the two asks, they look over and stare at Wilbur and Phil. They glance at each other before Tommy shrugs, grabs his slushie and sips on it. "Tommy had a breakdown, cut his hair, called me to help fix it, then we started watching shitty RomComs. Wanna join?" Phil walks over and sits in the recliner, while Wil just shrugs and sits on the couch on Tommy's other side. "Sure, but it better be really bad."