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“Wilbur!” Tommy whined as Wilbur gave him a noogie. The cold air nipped at their skin and sent a wave of goosebumps up their arms.
Phil was halfway in the car and was giving the two boys an unimpressed look. Techno was half asleep in the backseat of the car, and Jack was behind the wheel looking tired.
“Boys! Get in the damn car, we’re gonna be late!” Phil sighed out, closing the door as he got into the passenger's seat. Wilbur and Tommy looked at each other and ran to the other side of the car, getting into the backseat. Tommy was squished in the middle of Techno and Wilbur.
“Alrighty you three, once we get to rehearsals we’re gonna be put in our waiting room, which we’re gonna be using on performance night. I doubt I have to tell you to listen to staff, be respectful, all that,” Jack said, waving his arm around mindlessly as he spoke. The four boys nodded and Jack smiled at that, and turned pulled out of the driveway.
Tommy smiled mischievously, and shot up out of his seat and lunged for the radio. Techno’s head hit the window, startling him out of his sleep as he cried out. Wilbur’s eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around the teen’s waist and pulled.
“Agh!” Tommy squawked, as Wilbur tried getting him back in his seat.
“Tommy get your ass back in the seat!”
“I want to choose the radio station!” Tommy held on to Phil, who was trying to push Tommy off.
“Tommy! Get off!” Phil complained. Techno groaned loudly, severely annoyed.
“Wilbur let go of me!”
“Sit down, fucko!” Wilbur yelled back.
Jack sighed and rubbed at his eyes with one hand, his other hand gripping the wheel tightly. This was going to be a long drive.
“Fuck you!”
“No, fuck you!”
“Both of you SHUT UP!”
---
Once they got to the concert hall, the five all filed out of the car and waltzed up to the doors. Techno wore a hoodie and baggy sweatpants, Phil wore a baggy black shirt and big white shorts. Wilbur and Tommy had matching outfits, because they wanted to be cool, a dark blue sweatshirt with white pants. Techno had a bun on the top of his head with two fly aways on either side of his head.
Once they got to the waiting room, all they had to do was well. Wait.
Phil and Techno decided to be responsible idols, and went over choreography quietly. Wilbur was eating green beans, where did he get them? Nobody fucking knows he just left the room and came back with a bowl of fucking green beans. And Tommy was on call with Tubbo and Ranboo.
Tubbo was currently in France for a world tour that Wastaken_ was doing. Tommy and Ranboo both made sure to snag tickets when the group was in their area. Ranboo was resting, he recently pulled a muscle in his back and Niki and Fundy didn’t want him working until he got better. And Tommy was- you already know what he’s doing.
“Did you hear Ranboo?” Tommy prompted randomly after the call when silent briefly.
“Hm?” Ranboo hummed, laying on his back and was in view of the camera.
“Only losers pull their backs.” At that, Ranboo pulled a face and groaned. Tubbo giggled loudly.
“Tommy don’t torment Ranboo, you little shit. Save your energy,” Phil scolded, though he wasn’t paying much attention to the three teens conversing.
Tommy grumbled as Ranboo laughed.
Silence followed for a few seconds. Everyone present feels content with just staying silent for a moment.
“I’m kind of worried,” Tubbo mumbled out, breaking that silence. The main reason the three were on call right now, was because Tubbo was terrified for his performance.
“You’re gonna do great, man! You look good, you sound good, you don’t really feel good so you just ruined my flow,” Ranboo said, the last part of his sentence taking a joke-y tone.
“What boob-boy said.”
“My name is not- alright,” Ranboo gave up and threw his head back in distress.
Tubbo was wearing a small smile. His sparkly eye makeup was shining in the bad camera lighting, and his outfit was looking uncomfortable.
"It's just- so many people are going to be there and what of I can't-"
Just then, the door swung open and there stood Jack Manifold in all his glory, effectively ruining Tubbo's dramatic movie moment. “Boys, it’s time to rehearse. Let’s go!”
The three oldest members went up towards the door almost immediately, but Tommy was still on the couch. Because he’s a lazy bitch.
“Tommy- you gotta go, bossman,” Tubbo said, laughter hidden in his voice.
“No. I don’t think I do.”
“Yes, Tommy you have to, man.”
“You’re wrong, Ranboo.”
“Tommy!”
“ALRIGHT, FUCK. GIVE ME A SECOND, WIL-”
---
“You are, my fire-”
“Shut up.”
“My one desire-”
“Tommy.”
“Believe when I say”
“No.”
“I want it that way!”
A hand clamped over Tommy’s mouth, Techno’s to be exact. The two were in the bathroom after a break and Techno wanted Tommy to braid his hair. Too bad he was being weird.
Techno stood blank faced as Tommy glared at him. Then he felt a certain wetness and heat on his palm. The pink-haired man’s eyes widened and he flung his hand back and slapped Tommy’s head with his other hand.
“Ew, did you just lick my hand!?”
Tommy nodded with his tongue still out of his mouth. Like a dog. One of Techno’s dogs. But Tommy isn’t a dog, he’s an annoying human.
“You aren’t cute nor funny doing that. Put that shit back in your mouth.”
Tommy laughed, “No.”
Funnily enough, he put his tongue back in his tongue to say that.
---
Somewhere far across the building, a girl sneaks past security and unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you are, gets in undetected.
No one liked that one.
---
The four boys were back on stage, and Jack had to keep reminding Tommy and Techno to calm the fuck down.
The two were wrestling and play-fighting in between songs, and even during songs. Shoving each other a little too hard, slapping each other on the arm, just fucking around in general.
Tommy and Techno had a part in the choreography where they circled each other and kicked the air. Weird, they know. And they actually kicked each other. Hard.
They both fell back, hitting the ground hard. Phil and Wilbur scramble back as to not get an armful of little bitch boys.
“You kicked my neck, dickhead!” Tommy choked out, holding his neck and coughing roughly.
“You kicked my chest, child!” Techno wheezed out, a hand over his heart and another where Tommy kicked him.
“Oh, you suck,” Tommy whined, falling back.
“You first.”
“You second.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you.”
Wilbur and Phil were silently losing their shit watching this go down, Phil was bent over with his hands on his knees and Wilbur was crouched down. Jack had his head in his hands, severely embarrassed. Because these were his boys. He was the manager of them. He was responsible for these dumbasses. The concert hall staff were staring at them and him, probably because these boys are the strangest.
Jack looks back up, and nothing really changed.
Tommy was laying on top of Techno’s back, trying and failing to get the older man in a chokehold. Techno was shaking vigorously, he looked like a fucking dog, trying to get the teen off. Wilbur was cheering Tommy on, and Phil was sitting criss-cross and staring at some crows that landed on the stage.
Jack hated them. Jack hated them so much.
---
Eventually, Jack had to yell at them to get back in place. Tommy and Techno were definitely going to bruise quite badly. And he’s pretty sure some staff members filmed the dumbfuckery of the Sleepy Boys Inc.
But they managed to cooperate and the rest of rehearsals went well.
They were in the final stretch, only an hour and a half left.
Why does shit always go wrong when there is such little time left?
You see, behind the boys were large backgrounds. And if those large backgrounds fall on you, you could get seriously hurt.
Someone didn’t tell that to a certain sneaky fan.
---
Tommy stood right in front of one of the backgrounds, listening intently as Phil gave them instructions on how to do the last couple of dances. Tommy and Techno were starting to ache from their little playtime earlier, and Phil is helping them adjust to that in case they were still aching badly tomorrow. Which they probably would be.
Tommy thought he heard footsteps behind him, but he chalked it up to him hearing a staff member’s footsteps, or his earpiece fucking up.
He probably shouldn’t have assumed that.
He heard a gasp and all of a sudden, the background behind him was wobbling. Phil, Techno and Wilbur hadn’t noticed yet but Tommy did and he looked up, not doing anything for a second. It looked like it was going to fall, and he briefly thought ‘ oh, that’s too bad’ before remembering he was under it.
And he booked it. Too bad he was the only thing really holding it up. It fell, and his leg got caught in it, which elicited a startled cry out of him as he was forced to the floor. The three oldest sleepy boys looked over and immediately, their eyes latched onto Tommy. Who looked quite close to tears.
Phil rushed over and grabbed under the teen’s elbows and pulled, knowing damn well that he would not be able to lift the heavy thing keeping Tommy under. Wilbur was following him closely and checked Tommy’s leg for any injuries.
Tommy was set free quickly, and thankfully he did not hurt his leg. But he was crying.
He sniffled and pushed his head into Phil’s neck, tears fell on the man’s skin and Phil cooed, wrapping his arms around him tight.
“Aw, you’re okay mate. It’s fine, you didn’t get hurt, no one got hurt.”
Tomy grumbled, his eyes scrunching up. Wilbur’s eyes softened, and he pushed Tommy’s hair out of his face. “That was quite scary, huh?” Wilbur asked, smiling as Tommy glared at him half heartedly.
“You don’t feel any pain? You just got spooked?” A nod. Phil smiled as well, “That’s alright, mate. Everyone gets spooked.”
As the two were comforting their youngest member, a commotion was happening just a few feet away. They didn’t pay attention to it, hell no.
---
When the background fell on Tommy, all Techno could see was a random person behind it. Said random person had no staff badge, and was definitely not one of them. It seems like staff had seen it too, and they all rushed forward to apprehend them.
Techno locked eyes with whoever that was, and mustered up the nastiest glare he could. They were taken away, and he looked over to his family. They were sat in a small circle, with Wilbur and Phil cheering Tommy up.
The kid probably got scared, hell, Techno would be terrified if a tall, heavy piece of whatever the background was made of, started falling on him.
Sighing, he walked forward and in front of Phil’s back, turning around and facing the stray staff members. Guarding the three from any kind of cameras or eyes.
Tommy was being held quite tightly by Phil and Wilbur, gentle fingers were carding through his hair and being pressed at his eyes to wipe away any tears. He was shaking, and pretty damn scared. Though that much was obvious.
It only took a few minutes, thoughl, before Tommy continued on with his stupid shit.
“Techno,” Tommy called, his voice quiet but still held a mischievous spark.
Techno hummed in response.
“You look so ugly right now.”
“Shut up.”