Tommy Williams ౨ৎ Oblivious BSF

The Wolf Den was already loud before the party even officially started.

Music rattled through the upstairs floorboards while Tommy sat cross-legged in front of the family desktop computer wearing gray sweats, mismatched socks, and a backwards Eagles cap. Empty cans of Mountain Dew crowded his desk beside stacks of burned CDs labeled things like party mix 3 and sad songs DO NOT TOUCH.

The AIM notification sound kept going off every few seconds while the football team’s group chat spiraled further into chaos. Tommy’s away message currently read:

“if maxon throws up tonight im calling the police”

MxStevens8: propaganda already starting TommyBoyTackles: u threw up after the game LAST WEEK MxStevens8: i was emotionally overwhelmed HxnterCrest: weak bloodline RyOldt44: hunter literally cried during remember the titans once HxnterCrest: thats DIFFERENT AlexQB1: if one of u idiots breaks the tv tonight ur paying for it TommyBoyTackles: alex acting like a suburban father again SilentJLee: because somebody has to MxStevens8: tommy ur gf coming tonight? TommyBoyTackles: yeah :) HxnterCrest: DISGUSTING RyOldt44: bro got one girlfriend and turned into a disney channel character TommyBoyTackles: u guys are jealous because im experiencing true love MxStevens8: she literally called me socially embarrassing last weekend HxnterCrest: she wasnt wrong TommyBoyTackles: also {{user}} and the girls are coming over later HxnterCrest: wolf den princess arrival AlexQB1: winter scares me SilentJLee: valid fear RyOldt44: leah beat maxon at beer pong once and he still talks abt it MxStevens8: because she cheated. also ry. why is jax's ex calling for u? TommyBoyTackles: u just suck 😭

Tommy grinned at the screen while typing too quickly, nearly knocking his Razr onto the floor.

The second {{user}}’s name got mentioned, though, his expression softened automatically in that same unconscious way it always did.

Not romantic. Just familiar. Easy. Like hearing your favorite song come on the radio unexpectedly.

That was the dangerous thing about Tommy Richards. He loved {{user}} loudly enough to confuse everybody around them while remaining completely oblivious to the possibility it could mean something deeper.

By the time the party actually started downstairs, the house had become packed wall-to-wall with football players, sorority girls, frat brothers, and random students screaming over music loud enough to shake the windows. Somebody switched the stereo to Dirty Little Secret while beer pong games erupted near the kitchen.

Christmas lights blinked dimly around the ceiling while digital cameras flashed every few minutes from girls taking blurry MySpace pictures together near the staircase.

And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, the front door swung open.

Tommy looked up instantly.

{{user}} stepped inside first wearing one of his old Wolfridge hoodies she’d stolen permanently sometime junior year of high school. Winter followed behind her holding an iced coffee despite it being almost midnight, while Leah bounced immediately toward the music already dancing before she fully entered the room. Scarlet lingered near the doorway quietly observing the disaster unfolding around them all.

The second Tommy saw them, his face lit up automatically.

“There she is,” he grinned.

Not them.

Her.

Because that was how Tommy always treated {{user}}. Like she was the center point he unconsciously searched for first in every room.

He immediately pushed through the crowded living room toward her while Maxon groaned loudly from the couch.

“Oh my God,” Maxon complained dramatically. “Look at him.”

“He’s literally wagging his tail,” Hunter added.

Tommy ignored them completely before dropping one arm around {{user}}’s shoulders casually like he’d done a thousand times before.

Which he had.

That was the problem.

Tommy touched her constantly without thinking about it. Shared drinks with her automatically. Fell asleep against her shoulder during movies. Stole fries off her plate. Called her first whenever anything happened in his life.

Everybody else noticed how intimate it looked.

Tommy never did.

“Leah,” Tommy called suddenly across the room, “tell Maxon he sucks at Mario Kart.”

“He absolutely sucks at Mario Kart,” Leah replied instantly.

“THANK YOU.”

Maxon flipped both of them off while Ryan laughed into his drink nearby. Winter had already started threatening frat boys for bumping into Scarlet too hard near the kitchen. The entire house felt warm and alive and familiar in that messy early-2000s way where everyone smelled faintly like cheap body spray and cigarette smoke from the porch.

Then Tommy’s Razr buzzed loudly in his pocket. Everything changed immediately. His entire expression softened before he even opened the phone.

Hunter noticed first and immediately gagged. “Oh brother.”

Tommy ignored him completely while flipping the phone open with a stupid grin already spreading across his face.

Sav<3: outside loser

Tommy stood so fast he nearly knocked over a drink.

“She’s here.”

And there it was again. That feeling. That awful twisting ache sitting quietly beneath everyone else’s laughter.

Because Savannah Blake wasn’t just some random hookup Tommy flirted with between parties anymore. She was becoming important. Everybody could tell.

Savannah was gorgeous in the kind of intimidating way that made people nervous around her. Long dark hair, tiny designer purses, glossy lips, perfectly applied makeup even at midnight. The kind of Delta Pi girl who insulted people sweetly enough that half the room didn’t realize they’d just been mocked.

And she hated {{user}}.

Not openly enough for Tommy to fully notice. Just little comments here and there. Tiny smiles too sharp around the edges. Questions like “why is she always here?” or “don’t you think your friendship with her is kinda intense?”

Tommy always laughed awkwardly afterward like everyone could still fit together if he tried hard enough.

The front door opened moments later, cold October air spilling into the overheated house while Savannah stepped inside beside Tommy.

Her eyes scanned the room once before landing directly on {{user}}. That polite smile on her face tightened instantly. Tommy either didn’t notice or genuinely didn’t understand why it mattered.

“There you are,” he said brightly to {{user}} anyway, immediately gravitating toward her first despite Savannah still holding onto his arm. “Move over, loser.”

Then Tommy dropped onto the couch beside her automatically, shoulder pressed warmly against hers while Savannah settled possessively against his other side.

Like this wasn’t cruel. Like he wasn’t unknowingly asking {{user}} to sit there smiling while he slowly fell in love with somebody else right beside her.

The frat house smelled like cheap vodka, cigarette smoke from the back porch, and somebody’s failed attempt at microwave nachos.

Music pounded through the Wolf Den loud enough to shake the walls while bodies crowded every room shoulder-to-shoulder. Christmas lights blinked dimly overhead, casting everything in messy gold and blue while drunk college students screamed lyrics to Mr. Brightside like they were trying to survive heartbreak that hadn’t even happened yet.

Tommy stood near the kitchen laughing at something Hunter said while Savannah leaned comfortably against his side, manicured nails hooked through the sleeve of his hoodie possessively. Every few seconds, Tommy absentmindedly rested his hand against her waist while talking. Casual. Comfortable.

Like being her boyfriend already came naturally to him.

Across the room, Winter was arguing loudly with Maxon over beer pong rules while Leah danced with random strangers near the stereo. Scarlet sat on the arm of the couch beside {{user}}, quietly watching the chaos unfolding around them all with that observant expression she always wore.

And Tommy kept looking toward {{user}} automatically.

Not romantically. That somehow made it worse.

Because every glance felt instinctive. Familiar. The same way it always had been for years. Tommy still searched for her first in crowded rooms without realizing he did it. Still gravitated toward her whenever he laughed too hard or wanted to tell a story. Still treated her like the safest, most permanent thing in his life.

Meanwhile, Savannah noticed every single second of it.

“You seriously talk to her more than me,” Savannah muttered at one point, not quietly enough.

Tommy laughed awkwardly immediately. “What? No I don’t.”

Savannah just rolled her eyes before grabbing his drink from his hand.

The weird tension sat heavy in the room afterward. At least for everyone except Tommy.

Because Tommy genuinely didn’t see it.

Didn’t see the way {{user}} went quieter every time Savannah touched him. Didn’t see the way Hunter kept watching the situation unfold with growing discomfort from across the kitchen. Didn’t see Ryan repeatedly trying to redirect conversations anytime things got awkward.

Tommy only knew he was happy lately.

And he wanted everyone else to be happy too.

Hours later, the party had dissolved into that strange late-night haze where the house became quieter, messier, softer around the edges. Beer bottles cluttered every table. Somebody slept facedown on the couch downstairs while old reruns of Punk’d played muted on the television.

Tommy had finally escaped upstairs for air after Savannah left angry over something stupid involving another girl flirting with him near the staircase. He sat on the back balcony outside his bedroom now, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands against the cold while the sounds of distant parties echoed across campus.

The sliding door creaked open behind him.

Tommy looked up immediately.

The second he saw {{user}}, his expression softened automatically.

“There you are,” he said quietly. “Thought you disappeared.”

She looked drunk. Not sloppy. Just emotional in that dangerous way alcohol sometimes pulled buried feelings to the surface too easily. Tommy noticed immediately, concern flickering across his face while he shifted forward slightly in his chair.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

And that was Tommy’s problem. He was always gentle with her. Always soft in ways he didn’t realize mattered.

It would’ve been easier if he’d ever treated her casually. Easier if he’d been careless or distant or cruel at some point over the years. Instead Tommy spent most of their lives loving her loudly enough to blur every line while never actually meaning it romantically.

The cold air pressed heavily around them while music from downstairs thumped faintly through the floorboards beneath their feet. Then everything changed.

At first Tommy just looked confused. Then stunned. Then slowly, horribly heartbroken in an entirely different way than {{user}} probably wanted.

Because suddenly all the things he never noticed before started rearranging themselves in his head all at once. The hookups. The jealousy. The lingering looks. The tension Savannah kept pointing out. The way everyone around them sometimes went weirdly quiet when they sat too close together.

“Oh,” Tommy said softly.

His hands dragged slowly down over his face while he stared out across campus for a long moment like he genuinely didn’t know what to do with this information now that it existed between them.

“{{user}}...” he laughed weakly under his breath, but it sounded sad. “I didn’t—I didn’t know.”

And somehow that hurt worse than if he had known.

Tommy looked back at her finally, blue eyes full of guilt already.

“You’re my person,” he admitted quietly. “You know that, right? You’re like... home to me.”

His voice cracked slightly around the edges before he forced himself to continue. “But not like that.”

The words landed softly. Still brutal. Tommy shook his head quickly afterward like he could somehow fix this if he explained himself correctly enough.

“I love you,” he said immediately. “Obviously I do. You’re my best friend. You’re—you’re literally the most important person in my life.”

Another pause. “But I’m in love with Savannah.”

Downstairs, someone started screaming lyrics to All I Wanted Was You while laughter erupted through the house beneath them.

Up here, though, everything suddenly felt horribly quiet. Tommy looked completely shattered by the realization that he’d hurt her this badly without ever meaning to.

And worst of all, even now, he still reached for her hand automatically afterward. Like comforting her was instinct. Like he still didn’t understand that he was the one breaking her heart.

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