I know this picture's old and poor quality but look at his face😍

(Cue Neiked's Sexual, spins around on a terrace, looks for friends, realises there are none there) I'M BACK (who gets this reference?😂)
Also, my American cousin just texted me a picture of a football, and asked me, and I quote, 'Do you people call soccer balls football balls... or just footballs? Also, feel free to keep Trump.'. I was just like... ummm... that's random af.

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"I got chills, they're multiplying, and I'm looooosin' controool." You mumbled along with Danny's voice as he gazed at the New Sandy.

"I've never understood how they can't just... be together. Like why does Sandy have to become this super like... cool biker chick to be with Danny." Tom questioned from beside you on the couch.

"Shut up, Grease is perfect." You shoved him lightly, but he looked down at you sceptically. "...okay it didn't age that well. I mean, sure some things are sexist, but like... that's what you get when you watch an old movie. But this," You wagged a finger at the screen, "This is a masterpiece," You chuckled, as Tom gazed into your eyes, deeply. "What?"

"What?" He asked back, clearing his throat. You noticed his cheeks had turned a deep shade of red, and he was suddenly busy with the movie.

"You looked at me weird." You muttered, turning your attention back to the screen as well.

Once the credits rolled, you stood up, stretching your legs. Taking the empty bowl of popcorn into the kitchen, Tom followed you slowly from behind.

"Man what is up with you?" You asked him, rinsing out the bowl. "You have been so mopey since Emily broke up with you."

"Yeah..."

"I mean, seriously pull it together mate. She was a complete and total bitch. She dumped you because she was in love with someone else, and you can't see that she's just stupid with horrible taste in men? She was a fool to break up with you!" You nearly screamed, voice loud and tense. Not that you told anyone, but you'd always held a spot in your heart for Tom. Seeing him this distraught about his ex hurt.

"You really think that?" Tom asked you, eyes wide open. "That she's a fool to break up with me?"

Your expression softened, "Any girl would be a fool to break up with you Tom." And before you knew it, Tom had closed the space between the two of you, and was kissing you roughly.

"Woah woah woah woah woah - wait." You pushed him backwards, jumping a few feet back yourself. "You kissed me, w-we kissed, we're- we're kissing now?!"

"Well not anymore," Tom chuckled dryly.

"Is that a Friends reference?"

"Yeah," he smiled, and for a second it felt like nothing had happened and he was your normal best friend again. That is, until you remembered what had happened.

"Okay but look, I mean, how-" you stuttered.

"Have you seriously never thought about kissing me?"

"Yeah, alright," You said, pulling his face to yours again, allowing your lips to move in sync. "Wait..." you trailed off, breaking the kiss. "I don't wanna do this if you're just getting over Emily. I don't wanna be your rebound Tom. Because it's gonna end up with our friendship ruined, and most likely my heart broken. Let's just... let's just save our relationship while we can."

"Oh Y/n... when are you going to realise that Emily was just a rebound to get over you?" Tom asked you, lightly shaking his curls back and forth.

"T-to get over me?" You we're stunned. All this time, you had suppressed your the feelings for Tom, because he was with someone else. And now...

"Yeah. I've had a major crush on you for, well forever really. And that's why Emily broke up with me... because I still had feelings for you - have feelings for you. And I just thought... God this sounds so stupid. I just thought that if I kissed you, then you might like me too." Tom looked at his feet, muttering curse words to himself.

"Tom," you whispered, and he looked up at you, your noses inches away, "Do you know, how many boys I've gone on shitty dates with to try and get over you? Seeing you with Emily...  I mean that really tore me up. I thought I had managed to get my feelings under control, and bury them... but I didn't. I haven't. I'm still in love with you."

And with that Tom's lips crashed into yours. This kiss was different from the first two. It was rough and gentle, passionate and calm, heated and cool. Right, but not wrong. After what seemed like months you broke apart, breathing heavily.

"I've always loved you Thomas Stanley Holland. Even if you didn't know it."

"I have too Y/n."

This time on My Awkward Experiences, it's a Zweier. So I'm showing my mum photos of this museum I went to yesterday, and I accidentally click out to the screen with all the photos, and it's a bunch of screenshots of Tom shirtless and my mum was like 'wtf is this?' And I was like 'nope nothing so those are all my pictures byeeeee' and I turned off my phone real quick. My mum was just looking at me, and I swear it was so embarrassing. Also, I was watching my neighbour, and he was playing Fortnite which I've never played before, and switching through his weapons, and I nearly spit out my water because he passed this balloon ax thingy and I legitimately thought it was a dildo. I was like 'what the hell type of game is this?'. And he's a kid so doesn't know what that is/see the freaking resemblance, so he was like 'what?' And I was just like oh I have a cough sorry.

So we lost to Belgium again, and I just don't think I have the energy to be upset about it. I got six hours of sleep last night and have to work (ugh) and if it were the finals I would be more sad, but I guess at this point I'd just rather we win the 2022 Cup.