(3rd Person)

~4 days passed~

"Plans have changed, you have to come tomorrow at the latest." The phone spoke, shaking in Tom's trembling hand.
"...okay. Fine. I'm leaving tonight then. Tell 'daddy' to get a car ready. You do know my address, right?" Tom responds sarcastically. He cringes at his own tone, foreign to the sarcasm spouting out of his mouth. Yet natural. It has been a while since he's had to feign masculinity.

"Obviously, bro. We'll be there at 12. Is that good?" The caller asks.
"Mhm, that's fine." Tom hums, tossing a few more things into his suitcase. He stares at his massive collection of stuffed plushies, contemplating which one to take with him.
"Alright, see you later." Hung up before Tom could say 'bye' back. Tom sighs and chooses his oldest and favorite plush. Tomee Bear, of course.

He gently picks up the bear and places him on top of Susanne's case. Just as he reaches for a sweater to shove in the luggage, he picks up the sound of creaking wood, stepping by his door. Tom pauses in his tracks, listening carefully for any stops in the footsteps. Thankfully, just as they've done for the past 4 days, whoever was walking, kept walking. Tom silently thanked whatever higher power there was that his friends hated him enough to not care anymore.

With a sigh, Tom drops the sweater into the suitcase along with the rest of his clothing. He glances at his ukulele case with Tomee on top. Getting up, he searches for a small ribbon for Tomee. He finds a satin, baby blue ribbon in his drawer. Snatching it, he hurried back to Susanne's case and Tomee Bear. He wrapped the ribbon around the part that had Tomee's head sewn to his body, tying it in a nice bow.

Tom gives a small smile. He couldn't help it, Tomee looked adorable! He grasps the teddy bear, squeezing it before moving to shut the full suitcase. He zips it close and glances at his frog clock. Reading 7:00pm, Tom set down Tomee on the ukulele case again.

~Timeskip~

12:00am.
"We're here," The 'unknown' number says. Tom gives a small yawn, nodding. He pulls up the handle on his luggage, thankful that the wheels were completely silent. He grabs Susanne by the handle and Tomee tucked in his arm. He slowly makes his way out the front door, glancing around for his other housemates that may be up for a glass of water.

He exits the house, closing and locking the door with a quiet click. He immediately takes notice of the shiny, black car waiting on the road. He walks over, the driver gets out and assists him with shoving his items in the trunk. Closing the trunk gently, Tom walks around and slips into the car, sitting in the back, on tan leather seats. He buckles up, waiting for the driver to re-enter the vehicle.

"Hey, bro!" A familiar voice calls from the passenger seat. Said familiar voice leans over and faces the back. Looking into those empty, black sockets that mirrored his own, Tom gives a small smile.
"Hi, Timmy." He responds in a much higher pitched and softer voice compared to the other. "How have you been?" He asks politely as the driver comes back and starts the engine. Tom's hands were covered in his oversized, baby blue sweater sleeves, folded in his lap.

"Eh, could be better. Pops has been on all of our asses about our 'customers'." Tim responds with a scoff, turning back toward the front. The car drives smoothly along the paved road, farther away from Tom's beloved home. Said man didn't bother scolding Tim for cursing, there was no point. Everyone in his family cursed, he was the odd one out. The black sheep of the family, if you would.

"Good thing I'm coming back, huh?" Tom mutters, propping his elbow on the door, resting his head in his hand. He watches the greenery blur by, his neighborhood passing in a flash.
"I guess," Tim comments with a shrug. "But...maybe you should stop dressing like that. You know how the others get about you being girly- feminine is the better word." Tom's brother tries to advise, genuinely worried.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Tim-Tam. I'll change later." Tom responds to his younger brother with a yawn, tiredly leaning against the window.
"Okay..." Tim whispers, letting the other black-eyed sibling fall into a light sleep. The low rumbles of the drive lulls Tom into a dreamless unconscious.

~Timeskip~

"Hey, hey, Tom." Tim whispers to his older sibling gently, poking him. "Wake up, we're here. Home." Tim is greeted by an annoyed grumble and a swatting of the hand.
"Let me sleeeeep..." Tom mumbles, cracking an 'eye' open.
"It's still 3am. You can sleep when we get inside." Tim huffs, pulling at Tom's sweater sleeve.
"...fine..." He drags out the word with a whine. Tom sighs, groggily lifting himself. Sitting up and rubbing his socket, Tom hops out of the car, grabbing his luggage that was already pulled out of the trunk.

With a yawn, he looks up at the building in front of him. It was a grand mansion, the large quartz pillars towered over Tom, elongated shadows covered him. The walls were ivy-covered, the windows on the side were bright with yellow light from inside. A few of the outdoor lamps glow softly, lighting up both brothers' faces. Tom sighs, making his way up the marble staircase, struggling a bit with pulling up his suitcase.

"C'mon..." Tom mumbles, glancing back at his brother.
"The family's been waiting a long time." Tim comments, hopping up the steps. "We've missed you, you know..."

Welcome back home, Tom.