Tom came back after a while and I took him quickly to my room before my mum started gushing out her support. It could be annoying.

I opened my door and my heart got caught in my throat. My floor was clean, no mess on my table and my complicated outfits could not be found anywhere on the floor. My room was Clean!

It wasn't in order!!

"Mum!!!" I yelled as I started to tear down everything that was supposed to be down. I threw my bag on the floor, threw my books around, my complicated shirts that she arranged inside my drawer were throw at a corner on the floor.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. I arranged your room hunny. Gosh, it was so messy in there." She hollered back.

"That is how it's supposed to be. That is the order of my room now please don't mess it up again." I said then got down and started arranging the books all over the room. When I was sure I was done, I got out of the room and closed it.

Tom clearly confused face stared back at me with his mouth open. I rose a brow at him and asked, "What?"

"That is the order of your room?"

"Yes. What? Too clean?"

"No." he scoffed then pushed open the door and added, "It's perfectly comfortable."

The order of my room is what I would call complicated. It's messy and clean. There are papers and books lying around so it would be easy to find. Clothing with complicated patterns stay on the floor because they do not fit into my wardrobe and I don't want them in my drawers. My school bag has it's own designated place on the floor. Now just looking into my room, I could easily pin point where anything was in my room.

And I told Tom just that.

"I like it." he exhaled then jumped on my perfectly made bed.

I frowned but didn't say anything as I locked the door behind me.

"It's like I know you now and we've only been out for a few hours." Tom was saying.

"You know me huh?" I said as I crossed my hands over my chest.

He smirked at me as he crossed his legs on the bed, "You think I don't?" when I didn't say anything, he chuckled lightly and said, "Okay. Ask me a question and I'll answer honestly."

Smacking my lips together, I leaned on my drawer and asked, "I enter an office. The desk is upside down, papers are everywhere on the floor, a picture isn't placed erectly, vases are broken and the flowers are everywhere on the floor, and the shelves are on the floor meaning books and whatever trophies are scattered on the floor. What would I do?"

Tom looked at me blankly, "That's a tough one."

"My mum fails every time but I won't tell you what she said until you answer."

"So no hint." He replied nodding. "Okay then. You would...fix the picture up, place the desk properly and you would arrange all the trophies on the floor."

I froze.

"You would throw the vases away because they are obviously broken and the flowers on the floor constitute dirt and from the way your room is, I don't think you like dirt."

"What makes you say that?"

"You didn't get dirt to place around your room."

I smirked, "And the books and shelf?"

He hummed, "Depends. If it's a big shelf that means a lot of books which means you would rather throw it away but if it's a small shelf, with a max of five books, you could take your time to arrange that." He paused then added. "Did I miss anything?"

My jaw practically fell from my mouth. How? How could he know me like that? Even my mum thought I would just put the picture well.

"How? What did you use to analyze me?"

Tom gave me a smug look, "Laziness." He saw my confused face and continued. "You could arrange everything until there's not even a dot on the floor but you can't because you are lazy to a certain degree. A clean person-really clean person-would arrange it in an order and get extremely frustrated when they have to look for something in that pile of arranged stuff, thereby causing a mess they have to clean all over again. You, whereas, leave it lying around but you know exactly where it is and you don't have to tear down stuffs just to get that one thing you need." He exhaled then added, "Make sense?"

"How?" I still stared at him amazed.

"I guess working with people can make you see that. You aren't the first observant person I've seen. There's this shop I work at during the weekends and my partner could tell his customers from head to toe. It always baffled me but he told me how he does it and it's just like you said, 'Everyone has a specific way of carrying themselves.'"

Laughing, I pulled away from the drawer to sit beside him on the bed, "You worked?"

"Still do." He shrugged.

I flopped my head on Tom's shoulder and said, "I like this getting to know each other idea because it's like I just fell in love with you again."

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that." He replied as he wrapped an arm around me and ruffled my hair.

I pulled away from him not before leaving a kiss on his neck and started to take my clothes off. And no, it's not for the reason you perverts are thinking.

"Whoa whoa whoa, don't you think it's bit too early?" His eyes widened in shock when I took off my jeans.

Huh? I guess everyone is a pervert except me.

Rolling my eyes, I got off my boxers and mentally smirked at his cute crimson face. I've never been utterly naked in front of anyone my age since I was born and for a first, I don't feel so ashamed.

Maybe it's because deep down, I'm just a bloody narcissist.

"I'm just asking if you want to take a shower with me."

His mouth fell open and what he said made that little narcissist side of me swell. "You're big."

I took a step closer to him and I could actually see the effect on him. "Relax. It's just a shower."

"No." he said quickly before I could touch him and just that word struck me like an arrow. Directly there.

Noticing how awkward it was going to be, I simply dashed into the bathroom without another word and locked myself in it.

Why? Why did he say no? Was he scared or was I just that embarrassing? Not that I care but... I sighed and entered into the shower. I planned on taking a long bath but I was just not used to staying under the water for long. However, it did manage to cool me down. I wrapped a wine coloured towel around myself then started to open the door but froze when Tom's voice boomed from behind.

"I'm sorry."

I exhaled as I hit my head softly to the door, "No, it's fine. I came on too strong."

Tom laughed but it broke into sobs, "I'm sorry, Yale. I really wanted to take a shower with you." He said between sobs.

I opened the door and saw him beside it just as he fell to the ground. I fell beside him and quickly wrapped him in a tight hug and said soothing words as I ran a hand through his hair softly.

"It's okay, Tom. I'm here."

But that tend to increase the sobs. "That's what she said to m-me. My mama always said that to me when she did those t-things to me. I'm so sorry Yale."

"What did your mum do?" I said calmly.

"She touched me and hurt me." he gulped. "When p-papa travels, she made me do things to her but when I said no, she'd hit me and hurt me."

"Oh my...Tom!" I held him tighter as he cried, rocking him back and forth when he started to shake. "I'm here now and your mama is gone. Everything will be fine."

"I even have nightmares of her coming back." He said more calmly now.

"Where is she?"

"Jail for child abuse but it's not like it's life imprisonment. She'll be out soon."

Shaking my head, I tilted his up and said as I stared into those stormy eyes, "And if she comes looking for you, you have me. No one is going to touch you except me. Now I may not have the body to fight but I have the words. No one touches what's mine and thinks they can walk free. You can ask my parents to confirm."

"Thank you." He replied after a while then pulled away. "I'v been so scared. Because even though I've been open, I really haven't been open. I've only told my dad and the cops that took her away. Zac and none of my friends know." He explained as he pulled off his shirt and just there I understood why.

His chest had a number of scars on them and let's not talk about his hands. I slid my hand across them and I noticed he didn't flinch meaning there weren't any new ones which led to a relieved sigh from me. Thank God he wasn't into self-harm after.

Tom was a strong person and I'll love him again for that.

"I love you Tom, no matter what. Now take off the damn jeans and come and take a shower with me."

"I thought-"

"I can always make an exception for you."

Tom stared at me and I could finally see it. The bliss, the joy, the love and the curiosity. His mask of fake happiness had been broken and the real Tom was what I was looking at.

When he was butt naked in front of me, I grinned, "Now don't you have a great body?"

"You are not bothered about the scars?" he glanced at them then back at me.

Shaking my head, I closed up the space between us and said as I cupped his face, "You are just perfect for me. My perfect other." And then I pulled him into my arms and kissed him.

Let's just say we didn't take a shower after...