TOMS POV

I wake up with no YN next to me. I shoot out of bed and look around. I exit my bedroom and go down the hall to the guest bedroom.

"Guys." I say walking into the room the girls were sleeping in.

"What?" Zendaya groans from a bed.

"What do you want?" Laura asks. Laura was already dressed and brushing her hair unfront of a mirror on a wall.

"YN isn't in my room." I say.

"Did you check with Harrison?" Zendaya asks.

"No." I bite my lip. Zendaya groans and gets out of her bed.

"Lets go." She says grabbing my arm and leading me to Harrison's room. We walk in to see Harrison and YN cuddling on his couch.

"What the fuck." I mumble.

"Go ahead, punch a wall so you can be mad about YN hanging out with a guy other then you." Laura says.

"He knows though." I say.

"Maybe he has feelings for her too. Did you ever take that into consideration?" Zendaya asks.

"If he did then he would have told me." I say.

"We get that you like her, but no one knows if she likes you. If she likes Harrison then what are you going to do?" Zendaya asks.

"I don't know." I say.

"You like her a lot." I look over to see Harrison awake.

"He's attatched." Laura says.

"No I'm not." I say.

"You got mad yesterday because she said she didn't fancy you. You get mad when we try to tell her, because you want to still hug her and do stupid things with her without it being weird for her." Harrison says.

"It doesn't matter. She doesn't fancy me. She said she doesn't, and she said she never will." I say.

"Maybe if you stopped saying you don't like her she will finally gain feelings." Zendaya says.

"She fancies you." Harrison says.

"What?" I ask.

"She just doesn't want to admit it. Last night at like four in the morning, she was rambling about how nice and sweeet you were. She was talking about how "cute" you were. Try staying up late with her, she rambles about things. That or I was imagining things..." Harrison says.

"So she fancies me?" I ask.

"Either that or you're insanely attractive in her eyes." Harrison shrugs.

"Does this make Tom happy?" Laura asks me.

"More then before. Though she still has that fear, you know." I say.

"Her sister might know how to get her to say yes." Zendaya says.

"How am I supposed to get to her sister?" I ask.

"Her phone is charging in the living room." Laura says.

"Worth a shot." I say. I run down the steps and into the living room.

I grab YN's phone. To my luck, it doesn't have a password on it. A few apps are ont he home screen, like messaging and Instagram. I go to her contacts and look for her sisters name. I call her and wait.

"Hello?" A voice asks.

"Keileigh?" I ask.

"Tom? Why are you calling, where's YN?" She starts to panic.

"I need to ask you something." I say.

"What is it?"

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LOCATION: ON SET
TIME: 12:43 PM
YN'S POV

"Lunch was nice." I say to Zendaya.

"Usually they dont buy us anything that expensive." She says in return.

"Well it was good." I shrug, walking into the recording room with Zendaya.

"That's what she said I should do." I overhear Tom say to Harrison.

"Tom to set!" Was yelled. I watch as he runs onto the set to re-record a scene he has messed up before. They do the little action thing and the scene starts.

"You were on the ceiling." Jacob says.

"No I wasn't!" Tom says pressing a button on the suit. The suit falls to the floor.

"Yes, you were." Jacob says. Tom tries to take a step forward, but fails causing him to fall to the ground.

"Tom, you idiot!" I laugh.

"Love you too, YN!" He yells from the floor. I take a picture of him and smile.

"You're boxers look nice." I compliment.

"Innit." He says.

"We should build the death star again." I say.

"Ya we should." He nods from the ground. I walk over to the set and go to Tom.

"You know what else you should do?" I ask.

"What?" He questions.

"Get up." I say.

"Help me." He groans. I grab his hand and pull him up.

"You can let go now." He whispers after a couple of seconds.

"Yeah, sorry." I say taking my hand away and backing away from him.

"You like him." Zendaya says as I come back to her.

"No I don't." I blush.

"Yes you do!" She cheers.

"No, I dont." I say.

"I ship it so much!" She yells.

"Quiet on set!" Jon yells.

"I don't fancy Tom." I whisper.

"He likes you too." She quietly fangirls.

"Is it impossible for you to not stick your nose in everything?" I ask.

"Oh my god that sounds so bad. I'm so so so sorry. I just got really mad and-" she cuts me off.

"It's fine." She smiles. "I talk about the two of you way too much." She admits.

"What if I do fancy him? I'm going to school in the fall." I ask.

"Then you tell him. Then you make it work." Zendaya says.

"I'm nervous." I say.

"You always are." Zendaya smiles.

"Only when dating is involved." I laugh.

"Just wait untill he asks you out." She smiles.

"I'm saying no." I say.

"What, but you just said you liked him!" She argues.

"I'm not going to say yes. I, very little, fancy him, but I'm not saying yes." I say.

"Why?" She whines.

"You wouldn't understand." I say.

"Try me." She says.

"No." I smile.

"C'mon, I'm you're friend." She begs.

"I just have issues." I say.

"Give them all to me and I'll give mine to you." She references a song.

"Fuck off, my life is not a song." I laugh, playfully pushing her.

"You love me." She says dragging her words out.

"No, I really don't." I smile.

"You love me. I'm your best friend." She pokes my side.

"After Luke and Mark." I nod.

"How is it that you have a bunch of boy-friends but you can't get a boyfriend?" She asks me.

"Because they're not complete assholes." I say.

"Have you ever liked a guy?" Zendaya asks. I think back through my life.

"Yeah." I nod.

"Did you ever tell him?" She asks.

"Yeah. That was before my sister." I nod.

"And what did he say?" Zendaya asks.

"We were very tiny kids, and I was never the most skinny of people, I had lots of baby fat left, and he called me fat. It was just something all kids do to each other so I didn't take it to heart and took it as he didn't fancy me." I shrug.

"Hey guys!" Tom exclaims coming over to us.

"Hi." I wave.

"Hey." Z smiles.

"So what are you guys doing later?" Tom asks.

"Well tommy, I plan to-" I'm cut off by my phone. I pull it out of my pocket and look down at the screen.

Mark is calling

I stop myself from screaming and look up.

"I have to take this." I smile. They nod so I walk off.

"You're still talking to me?" I ask into the phone.

"I can't blame you for your brother. Also, I know he was just trying to protect you, and I get it. He's a pretty cool tiny man." I could hear his smile.

"Thank god. I was so scared you hated me." I smile.

"Well I still love you." He says.

"Hey, did you ever find a date to your cousin's wedding?" I ask.

"No, why?" He questions.

"Take Tyler!" I exclaim.

"No." I could invision his heavy blush.

"Dude, you're my child and all, but I'm ready to push you out of the nest and onto some hot guy." I smile. Mark calls me his mother becuase of how often I used to act like one.

"There is one guy..." He trails off.

"Does he have a cute brother?" I ask.

"Yes." He sighs.

"I'm listening. All the details please." I say.

"He's a year older then us, hes extremely cute, and he's gay." Mark says.

"Is he nice?" I ask.

"Incredibly."

"Go for it! And uh, that brother, I would say give him my number, but we both know I'm not going to beable to talk." I laugh.

"I will. So, how's America going?" He asks.

"Uh I'm friends with Tom Holland." I say, knowing his reaction.

"Can I take him to the wedding?" He asks.

"I would say yes, but he'd probably say no. And I mean, if that guy doesn't work out, you could just take Luke. He'd do anything for cake." I laugh.

"He'd take a girl to bang though." Mark, honestly, says.

"He'd probably do it in a children's bounce castle." I laugh.

"How did you end up with social butterflies as friends?" He asks.

"Because you lot didn't call me lesbian." I say.

"Is it really that bad to be called lesbian though?" Mark asks.

"It depends, do you want guys to stop talking to you?" I ask.

"Nah, I'd rather keep talking to that eye candy." He answers.

"Hey, so guess what." I smirk.

"What?" He groans.

"Clair texted me through Instagram and asked if I knew Tom Holland. She was trying to get with him." I laugh.

"Seriously? The clair that used to bully you?" He asks.

"The Clair that used to bully me." I confirm.

"That's a new low." He laughs.

"I need to see you again." I say.

"I can't fly to America." He sighs.

"We can Skype." I say.

"Tonight?" He asks.

"Yes! We can look for guys for you on tinder!" I happily say.

"Is it bad that I want do do that?" He asks.

"We used to do it all the time at sleepovers." I grin.

"Can we add Luke?" He asks.

"Unless He's with a chick, yes." I nod although he can't see me.

"What time?" He asks.

"Oh god. Um... Five for me, ten for you?" I ask.

"I'm down." He says.

"Kay bye, love you." I smile.

"Love you too." He says dragging out love. I hang up the phone call and put my phone back in my pocket. I walk back to the two and smile.

"Who was that?" Zendaya asks.

"The best guy I know." I smile.

"What?" Tom asks.

"Mark." I say.

"Oh. Okay. So what are you doing tonight?" Tom asks.

"I'm having a Skype sleepover type thing." I smile.

"Can I come over and join?" Zendaya asks.

"You want to meet my friends?" I question her.

"Yes." She nods.

"Luke may hit on you. It took him a year to stop hitting on me." I warn.

"I don't care." Zendaya says.

"How about you, Tom?" I ask.

"Sure." He nods. "Can Harrison come too?" He asks.

"Of course." I nod.

"When?" Zendaya asks.

"Five." I say.

"Your hotel room?" She asks. I nod.

"Okay." Tom smiles.

"So..." I say.

"I gotta go do something." Zendaya winks at Tom before walking off.

"Do I want to know?" I ask.

"You one hundred percent don't." Tom says.

"Okay then." I nod.

"So, I have fifteen minutes off. What do you want to do?" Tom asks.

"I don't know." I shrug. Before now, I had never realized how hard it is talk to Tom without anyone else around.

"Do you want to play a game?" He asks.

"If it involves crop tops I will smack you across the face." I threaten. He chuckles.

"I wouldn't complain if it involved crop tops." He smirks. I roll my eyes at him.

"So what is it?" I ask.

"We could play Mario Kart." He suggests.

"Sure, but hope that you're better then Harrison." I smile.

"Did you beat him?" Tom asks taking me to his trailer.

"Like four times." I say.

TOM'S POV

"You know you fell asleep cuddling him, right?" I ask. Her face slowly grows into a beat red colour.

"I-I didn't." She stutters.

"Why didn't you sleep in my room?" I question her as we enter my trailer.

"Reasons." She quickly says.

"I get that you don't fancy me, but do you fancy Harrison?" I ask, my heart falling.

"What!" She laughs. "No!" She yells in her fits of laughter.

"You don't?" I ask. She sobers up and wipes a tear away before replying.

"Of course I don't. I'm not going to kiss him or anything." She smiles at me.

"Why do you ask?" She asks.

"Because of reasons." I squint my eyes causing it to seem like a question.

"Okay then. Lets just play that game now." YN awkwardly says. I grab two controllers and hand one to her becore turning on the game system and TV.

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"Tommy." YN drags out the stupid name she gave me.

"Go away." I say.

"You invited me here. Then you got mad when I beat you in Mario Kart." The girl smirks at me. When she smiles her eyes twinkle and it's adorable.

"I would've won if you hadn't practiced last night." I smile at her.

"You love me." She lays her head on my shoulder.

"So, are you excited for press tour?" I ask ignoring her love thing.

"Why wouldn't I be. I get to spend like two months with my best friends." She says.

"Oh, Mark's coming?" I sarcastically ask.

"See at times like now I hate you for being sarcastic, then any other time I love you just as much as my brothers." She says. Brother zoned

"You always love me." I say.

"Sure I do." Her sarcasm can be heard from a mile away.

"So lets get back to set." I smile.

"Sure." She agrees.

"Thanks for hanging out with me." I thank her.

"Why wouldn't I? I'm basically done with my photos." She shrugs.

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YN'S POV

"My children!" I yell to the laptop.

"Hey cutie." Luke winks.

"Shut up." I smile at Luke. Zendaya, Tom, and Harrison were on their way so I just decided to start the call now.

"So three of my friends are going to come and join." I say.

"Is one of them a guy?" Mark asks.

"Two, but I think they're staright. You can check 'em out though." I say.

"Is the girl hot?" Luke asks.

"I will throw you out a window the next time I'm home." I tell Luke.

"Fine, I'll stop flirting." Luke mumbles.

"How did the three of us become friends?" Mark laughs.

"You were the only ones that talked to me." I say.

"Oh yes, I'm still one-hundred percent sure he had a crush on you." Mark says.

"Everyone had a crush on YN." Luke says.

"I didn't." Mark says.

"Yeah but you're the gay best friend." Luke says.

"Hey! Its the fabulously gay best friend!" I correct.

"You two were like the only ones besides my family that supported me being openly gay." Mark says.

"And I didn't sleep with either of you." Luke adds.

"You sleep with everyone." I laugh at Luke. I hear a knock on my hotel door.

"I'll be back." I smile at the two. I walk to the hotel door and open it.

"Hey!" Tom yells.

"Hi." I smile.

"Harrison got sick so it's just us two." Zendaya says.

"Okay. Come on in." I say. I walk back to my bed and sit on it.

"Mark there's only one." I say.

"Damnit." He mumbles.

"Ha!" Luke laughs at him.

"YN." Tom drags out my name. Tom sits behind me while Zendaya sits next to me.

"You're going to have to throw me out that window." Luke says, obviously checking out Zendaya.

"If you get amnesia do I have permission to date your older brother?" Mark asks.

"He's engaged." Luke says.

"No the other one." Mark says.

"Sure." Luke shrugs.

"Are you going to introduce us?" Mark asks.

"Oh. Tom, Zendaya, that's Luke and Mark." I say.

"Hi." Zendaya waves.

"Hi." Tom says putting his chisnon my shoulder.

"Is that not a ship?" Mark asks.

"Yes it is!" Zendaya exclaims.

"Isn't that the ballet guy you jad a crush on untill you were like fourteen?" Luke asks.

"Yes I am." Tom smiles.

"How are they not dating!" Mark yells.

"Mark, I swear to god I will actually get my brother to murder you." I threaten him.

"Than I'll get our little siblings to break up." Mark says.

Marks younger sister and Dean are dating. They had been together for around three months when I left.

"You're lucky." I mumble.

"So are we not gonna talk about the fact that mark found a date?" Luke asks.

"You did?" I ask.

"Yeah. He's cute and sweet. And it is the one with the brother." He nods.

"Scale please." I say meaning to rate the brother from one to ten.

"Around an eight. Although it looks like you're all tangled up." Mark winks. Tom bites his bottom lip.

"I swear to god." I say.

"You can swear to me in bed." Luke winks.

"Do you not have a girl wrapped around your finger at the moment?" I ask.

"No I don't." Luke says.

"Oh ya, Mark! Keileigh is getting married and we were thinking about having you as one of the groom's men." I say.

"I'm honoured. Keileigh was always my favourite of your siblings." Mark says.

"So, Spider-Man, have you asked YN out yet, or is she still single?" Luke asks.

"Why?" Tom questions.

"You see, she has a fear of dating guys-" Tom cuts luke off.

"I know. We all know." Tom says. I look into my lap.

"So does that mean YN is still single?" Luke asks.

"Yes." Tom nods.

"Give her the brothers phone number." Luke announces.

"Seriously?" Mark asks.

"Yes! She needs a date for her sister's wedding so we might as well do it now so that when she asks him they could go together." Luke explains.

"I could go alone." I say.

"No, no, no, my little girl will not go alone." Luke says.

"You can go with Tom!" Zendaya blurts out.

"What?" Tom and I ask at the same time.

"It would be so cute if you two went with each other!" She says.

"It's far away, I could just go as friends with Luke or Mark." I say.

"I don't really care." Tom says.

"How did I know this would happen?" I ask myself.

"Aww it's okay." Tom hugs me. I lean my head against his.

"I'd rather be sick with Harrison." I mumble.

"Why, so you can cuddle with him again?" Tom asks.

"Why are you so mad about me not sleeping in your bed?" I ask.

"I'm not." Tom defends himself.

"Whatever." I say leaning back causing Tom and I to fall into the pillows.

"Now I'm cuddling with you." I smirk.

"Cute." Zendaya smiles.

"I ship it!" Mark yells.

"I'm dying on the inside." Luke says.

"Let me cuddle my boyfriend in peace!" I yell.

"When did this happen?" Zendaya asks.

"My ship! It's sailing!" Mark yells.

"What is this feeling? I'm happy!" Luke yells.

"No I mean a guy that's a friend. It's a platonic love and I swear to god Z, if you say anything different I will actually murder you." I threaten.

"I wasn't going to say anything." She holds her hands up in defense.

"So, Mark. When I get back to england wanna take a spa day?" I ask.

"Are we going to get our nails done?" He asks.

"If you want to." I say melting into Tom.

"Yay! We're going to get our nails done! I'm so making you get a girly makeover." He cheers.

"Why couldn't you stop at mascara?" I ask.

"You only wear mascara?" Zendaya asks.

"Yes, why?" I ask.

"'Cause your skin is so perfect." She says.

"I have acne." I say.

"No you don't!" She says.

"And I'm over hear as a twenty year old." Tom says.

"Shut up, you're cute and you have abs so you will end up married with fabulous children with some women that's probably just as famous as you are." I say.

"You put lots of detail into things." Tom says.

"You should see her when a guy flirts with her." Luke laughs.

"What does she do?" Zendaya asks.

"She goes all out about burning the body and weapons and slow painful deaths and the way she details it is so beautiful." Mark says.

"I'm pretty sure she broke a guy's wrist once." Luke smiles.

"I did break the guy's wrist, but he was harrassing me and you two stood there laughing!" I defend myself.

"Remember the guy Y/N fancied for most of her life?" Luke asks Mark.

"Yes I do!" Mark yells.

"Who is that?" Tom asks.

"Luke." Mark says. The two boys look serious enough to pull off the stupid joke they're making.

"What?" Zendaya asks. The two boys can no longer hold it and start laughing.

"I don't get it." Tom pouts. I sit up so I'm no longer on Tom.

"They're making a stupid joke." I say.

"So who was it then?" Zendaya asks.

"When Y/N was little her family went to some cruise or resort and she came back with this huge crush on a guy she had met." Mark says.

"She was like six though and it lasted for like a year." Luke says.

"Shut up!" I groan.

"Then, when our little YN turned ten, she got to see Billy Elliot for her birthday and came back with a celebrity crush on a guy that would soon fall off the earth untill Civil War." Mark says.

"And then during her nineteenth birthday she snuck away from the first party she ever had and-" I cut luke off.

"We don't talk about that party." I say.

"Why?" Mark whines.

"Because you know why!" I snap.

"'Cause some guy tried to get with you, boo hoo luke over here has had sex with over fifteen girls and you don't see him complaining about getting laid." Mark says.

"You've never had sex." I say.

"No, I haven't. But that's becaus I haven't found anyone openly gay untill now." Mark says.

"Sure, thats the reason." I roll my eyes.

"If I were here I would be murdering you." Mark warns.

"You would jump at the chance to murder me." I mumble.

"That I would." Mark nods.

"I can't wait for uni." I sigh.

"Why? Were you accepted into a university yet?" Mark asks.

"Yes I was! Leeds College of Art, Norwich University of the Arts, Falmouth University, Arts University Bournemouth, and London College of Communication." I smile at my achievements.

"And which ones can you actually afford?" Mark asks.

"Actually, I am financially stable enough to go to any one of them." I smile.

"How many photography competitions have you won?" He questions.

"Ten. You should know this. We went to Italy with the last one I won." I say.

"Italy was fun though." He smiles.

"The hotel was amazing." I grin.

"The bed we had to sleep in was great." He says.

"I'm lost." Zendaya says.

"As am I." Tom says.

"YN has won multiple photography competitions throughout the years. The last one she won which was like five months ago, the prize was a trip to Italy with two guests." Mark explains.

"That sounds fun." Zendaya says.

"It was. YN and I went to the spa and the pool, we also got our nails done." Mark smiles.

"Who was the second guest?" Tom asks.

"My sister." I say.

"She dragged us to go see ruins." Mark says.

"So back to that college thing, which one are you going to go to?" Zendaya asks.

"I really want to go to Leeds College of Art." I say.

"What about a school in London?" Tom asks.

"I don't have any friends in London." I shrug.

"You have me." Tom says.

"Tom, on the off chance that we do actually talk to eachother after this, you would be out filming movies most of the time." I say. Tom's smile fades into a sad and somewhat angry look.

"On the off chance?" He asks.

"Yes on the off chance! Tom, I probably won't be working for marvel after this. I probably won't be in America while you're filming stuff. Thomas, I know that we both know that there is a slight chance we will still be friends in a couple of months." I say. Tom stays silent as I watch him fill with sadness.

"So... When did this become a movie?" Zendaya asks.

"The moment YN broke Tom's heart." Mark says.

"YN...." Tom's voice fades out.

"You know its true." I whisper.

"I don't want it to be." He says.

"You're a great friend." I weakly smile at him. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me back into the pillows with him.

"And you're a forever friend." He whispers. I stare at him as I realize how close are faces are.

"And there's my shipping moment of the week." Mark's voice is faintly heard as I listen to Tom's breathing.

His breathing is off, as if he is nervous about something, or like he just ran up four flights of stairs.

"YN, I-" Tom's voice is cut off by the sound of a phone ringing.

"Sorry." Mark says answering his phone.

"It's fine." I quickly sit up to see Zendaya staring at me with a smirk plastered on her face.

"I need to go." Mark says before ending the call. My laptop goes back to my home screen.

"You have the sims?" Zendaya asks. I nod.

"Play!" She yells clicking on it.

"What is the plan?" I ask.

"Do you want to confuse fans?" Zendaya asks.

"Sure." I say it as more of a question then an answer.

"So we can make two Toms and then have them date both of us." Zendaya says.

"I'm sorry, am I feel like I just heard you say the words Tom, date, both, and us, in a sentence." I say.

"She did." Tom says.

"Oh. Then I shall die now." I say starting to lean to the side of the bed. Before I am able to fall onto the floor Tom grabs me and holds me in his chest.

"You are not dying on my watch." He says.

"Aww little Tom is holding YN!" Zendaya coos.

"Let go of me." I blush looking at my lap.

"Nah, you're warm." Tom says tightening his grip on me. My blush grows and Zendaya takes a picture.

I look up into Zendaya's eyes to see Tom mouthing some words to her. When he finishes she nods and types on her phone.

"So, Tom, what were you going to say to YN a minute ago?" Zendaya questions.

"I-It's really not important." Tom stutters.

"You were totally going to say-" Tom cuts Zendaya off.

"Shut up!" Tom yells at her.

"Jeez. Lets just play." Zendaya says.

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Hour after hour of forcing simulated people do things we finally quit.

"Its like two in the morning." Tom laughs.

"Its 1:45 you idiot." I smile at the boy next to me.

"You're the idiot." He says looking into my eyes.

"I know but I'm your," I stop myself, "friend."

"And I'm your friend, what does that have to do with calling eachother idiot?" He asks.

"I think we should go to sleep." Zendaya says.

"I'll sleep on the floor while one of you sleeps on the couch while the other on the bed." I say.

"I call the couch! But you really shouldn't sleep on the floor, sleep with Thomas on the bed." Zendaya says.

"Whatever." Tom yawns. I take my laptop off my bed and put it on the nightstand.

"You got lucky." I say to Zendaya. She smiles and gets on the couch while I stand up and grab my pajamas.

I walk into he bathroom and quickly change. When I exit the bathroom I see tom on his phone and Zendaya on the couch with the TV on.

"Do you want pajamas?" I ask Zendaya.

"Please." She says. I grab a pair of shorts and a shirt before throwing it at her. She quickly walks into the bathroom with the articles of clothing.

"Are you okay with sleeping in the same bed as me?" Tom asks.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask laying down and pulling the covers over me.

"Maybe because the last time we were supposed to, you ended up cuddling with Harrison." He says.

"Well Harrison isn't here." I reply. He smiles and gets under the covers.

"You look beautiful in your pajamas." Tom says. My face turns a dark shade of red.

"Thanks." I squeak out.

"You also look cute as a tomato." He flirts.

"I thought we were supposed to be friends." I say trying to hide my blush.

Something seems to click in his mind as he then stops.

"But thanks for the compliments. You're quite cute yourself." I smile. It's my turn to watch a blush appear on Tom's cheeks.

"Thanks." He smiles. Zendaya comes out of the bathroom after, obviously, listening to Tom and I flirt.

"Imma go to sleep." I say turning on my side and staring at the wall.

"I'm gonna sleep too." Zendaya says. After a couple of seconds all the lights in my room turn off. I listen to Tom's soft breathing which makes me feel safe.

I take a long breath to inhale Tom's, what he would call manly but really isn't, scent.

"Do you ever have thoughts rush to your head as soon as the lights are off?" Tom asks. I turn over so I'm facing him.

"It depends on what you mean by "lights off" as many things happen when the lights are off. Please specify." I know that he means sleep, but it's fun to mess with him.

"Sleep, you wannabe photographer." Tom insults, clearly not in the mood to be annoyed.

"Jesus, sorry." I say.

"Just answer my question." Tom mumbles.

"Yes, thoughts do rush to my head when I try to sleep. Now, what thoughts are crammed into your head?" I ask.

"There's this girl," he starts, "I want to ask her out."

"And?" I ask.

"I was given advice from her friend, but I don't know how to ask her." He says. Little Tom is asking me for girl advice.

"Just tell her in a way you think she would like to be told." I say staring at his messed up hair.

"Okay. Good night." He says.

"Good night, Tom." I switch back onto my side and stare at the wall before falling asleep.

5158 words. I really think I should either take longer to update or mke chapters shorter and update like twice a week with a thousand word chapter or once a week with around five thousand words. I don't know.

Also, I'm changing the cover to this:



I'm sorry for thise who liked the old cover, but I hated the it and I like this one much more. If you're new then the old one is a picture of tom with his suit somewhat up his neck with the mask off and he has this poker face on and the frog looks like its about to break free, and is red letters at the top is NERVOUS and the red doesn't stick out. I juat can't stand it anymore.

Anyways....

Love you guys so much AND

SEE YA!

So I've recently been online and was looking up stuff about books, and a chapter of a novel is aproximately 1500 words and has 4-6 pages depending on font and size, so all I heard from it was that this chapter alone would be almost 11 pages of words.

Holy sh-