A/N Yes I know this says TomTord but these two are basically the same person as them. (also I love these two so much why not) Also this is in an AU where they don't know each other. Also I'm making this fluff because I write to much angst. Like wayyyy to much.

Tori's POV

I saw her again.

Skateboard girl, as I call her.

She's a brunette that has short hair in a constant ponytail. She wears a blue hoodie with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, black skinny jeans, and checkered Vans. That checkered pattern is another thing. It's everywhere on her. The underside of her skateboard, her shoes, her many bracelets, several of her earrings, even the rubber band she uses for her hair.

She's peirced in several different places, but the biggest feature that I noticed was that her eyes were pitch black. They were mysterious, alluring, attractive. Those eyes were... Beautiful.

Every day at three thirty in the afternoon, she wold come to the rundown gas station I was now sitting in front of, lit cigar in hand. She would go in, buy a bottle of the strongest alcohol they were carrying, and then leave to god knows where.

I noticed her when I was on break one day. My coworkers and pervy boss weren't helping my already shitty day, so I decided to have a cigar. The only problem with this of course is that I'm not aloud to smoke on work grounds. Knowing this rule and not in the mood to get yelled at, I walked a few blocks down to and old rundown gas station, the one I'm at now.

I bought a cheery flavored Cigar and sat down outside, when I saw her. She skateboarded into the parking area and hopped the sidewalk like it was nothing. I noticed how her Blue hoodie was identical to the red one I was wearing now.

After she had left I went up to the cashier so I could get as much information on her as possible. The man said he didn't know much except she came here at the exact time everyday and always bought Smirnoff Vodka, no matter what time of day.

I smiled fondly at the memory but grimaced as I realized I had to go to work.

I was a waitress at a bar and pizza place two blocks down called, "The Spitbucket Saloon". All the people who worked there were girls, except the bartender, which is extremely sexist, My co-workers are all fake blond idiots, and my boss is a total pervert. He will give a every girl a size too small on their uniform, especially me.

I have a rather large chest size, a toned stomach, wide hips, and pretty nice legs if I do say so myself. I'm not shy about it either. If it's not cold out, which is a rare occasion, I'll simply wear a red sports bra and black leggings. When its cold I change the bra to a hoodie, but my leggings stay. I could brag all day if I wanted too, but these things are curses disguised as gifts.

I'm tired of getting groped by drunkards while serving shitty pizza.

It's a hell hole but I need the money. I swore to my moms', Pauline and Patricia, That after I moved out I wouldn't beg for money. And I haven't, even though I've wanted too many times.

I sighed as I took off my hoodie and put it into my personal locker. The button across the chest was continuously unbuttoned thanks to the size of the black shirt.

I fixed my mid-back, dirty blonde hair into a high bun and tried to smooth out where my hair flicked up, forming what looked like horns. It didn't work. I groaned as I hit my head on the locker with my full name on a plaque stuck to it. 'Toridd Larssin' I hate that name. I prefer Tori but of course no one listens.

I threw on my apron. Time for a long day

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Tamara's POV

There she was again.

Cigar girl, I call her.

I see her everyday by that stupid gas station, smoking cherry cigars like it was the end of the world. The smoke was horrible, but she wasn't.

she had a sense of superiority surrounding her, but a calm posture.

When I see her she's always wearing a plain red hoodie with her dirty bond hair down. She always seems spaced out when I first roll up, but when she hears my wheels her attention is on me. I act like i don't notice it but I do.

At first I was slightly uncomfortable, not used to the attention, but after awhile I started to like it. I started to show off more and often left my jacket unzipped if I was wasn't wearing my sweatshirt like usual.

I asked the store clerk If he knew anything about her. He smiled smugly before telling me that she worked as a waitress in a pizza place a couple blocks down, and that she was his number one cigar customer. She always bought cheery.

I didn't know anything about her other than she liked red, cigars, and guns from the fact she always had one on her for whatever reason. She was hot and feisty. I like it.

That night Ell slammed my door open, thoroughly scaring me. "Jesus Ell, what do you need?"

"Me and Matilda decided to go eat out tonig-"

"Not interested."

"But, Tama-"

"I'm not going."

"Tam if you would just let me-"

"No-"

"TAMARA! Let me Finish!" She snapped on me. "What I was saying was that the place we're going has a bar and pizza so I thou-"

"A bar?" I cut her off again."Yes-"

"Then what are we waiting for let's go! It's already six thirty anyway." I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the car. "C'mon Matilda!" I shouted into the house. "But I'm not done getting ready!" She complained. "Matilda, you look beautiful dear, you could go out in a trash bag and still turn heads. Now come on out." Ell helped coax the Narcissist girl out of her room.

"You really think so?" She smiled brightly at Ell. "Well of coarse I do love, now lets get in the car."

"Okay, my cola cat." Matilda used Ell's pet name. I rolled my eyes.

I wasn't jealous, But I did want to have something like them.

Someone to hold my hair back while I puke my guts out. Someone to hold my hand as we walked down the streets. Someone who would wake me up at three AM to ask me stupid questions. Someone to call me cute but cringey pet names. 

I'm not jealous, I just want to have someone like Ell has Matilda and Matilda has Ell. They both love each other, and it's never been one sided. Even when they fight it never damages their relationship too bad. It's the definition of a perfect romance.

"Are you coming Tam? You're the one who is making us go earlier than I would've liked, why are you standing there?" Ell called from the Drivers seat. I smiled and got in the front seat while Matilda took her seat in the middle of the back.

Ell started the car and began to drive.

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We arrived at the bar and I hoped out of it, an excited grin across my face. I busted through the doors and took a deep whiff. The smell of old alcohol and pizza wafting through the air made my smile grow.

I walked to the bar and took a seat loudly banging my hand on the counter top. "Smirnoff, on the rocks, clean." I spoke, scowling at anyone who looked at me. 

The bartender slid my drink down to me, which I caught effortlessly. I took a gulp and smiled as the bittersweet liquid burned as it slid down my throat. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder. "What?" I called out annoyed, turning around. A girl stood there. Not just any girl.

Cigar girl.

"You-" we spoke at the same time. Her eyes were wide and I noticed how she hid her right arm behind her back. "Why'd you hide your arm?" I asked. She laughed nervously. "sorry just a habit I guess." A sheepish smile crossed her lips. "anyway, what are you doing here?" She asked me.

It was then that I noticed She had a Norwegian accent. Hot. "ah, nothin. My friends dragged me along but they're probably having a date and I don't want to be a third wheel. I like your accent, by the way. Where's it from?" I asked even though I already knew the answer.

She tucked a piece of caramel behind her ear. "Oh, It's from Norway. That's where I'm originally from. I only just moved to England recently." She answered smiling. 

"Oh, do you like it here?" I asked, continuing the quaint small talk we've been having. "Yes! I love it here. So much more peaceful than back at home. You understand, right- er. I never got your name." She laughed a little.

"Tamara, but you can call me Tam." I smiled while pretending to take an imaginary top hat off and bow.

"Toridd! Get back to work and stop talking! You can do that once your shift is over!" A grizzly man said from behind. Her eye twitched a little before she sighed. When she got up, I saw her back straighten and her eyes widened. He had slapped her butt.

Oh hell no.

"Oi! Back off bub. She's mine. Been mine for two years and counting now. Hands off." I growled at him. Most of that was a lie, but I have been seeing her around that old gas station for around that time. I wonder why I've never seen her around at her job until now?

That lie may have been sudden, but she played along well. "Oh yes! Mr. Aniwhy, I forgot to tell you! This is my wonderful skateboard girl, Tamara." She smiled and laced our fingers together.

"W-wha?" He was confused, I could tell. She began to walk off, dragging me with her. "Where are you going Toridd?" He asked as we continued to walk. 

She turned around sharply, eyes glinting dangerously like a snake that's been irritated. "For the last time, it's Tori! And I quit, you disgusting pervert!" She yelled and then stormed out of the establishment.

"Thanks for saving me back there, but now I have no job and a rent I'll need to pay soon." She sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. "Well, hey. How about this. You come and love with me and my friends until you find a new job. How about that?" I offered.

"Well, I did just sort of meet you officially, but I need somewhere to stay and I've been pretty lonely anyway, so why not!" She smiled at me happily. I smiled too and called up Ell. I told her the situation, and since she's such an angel, she agreed to let Tori stay with us.

After around a month or two, we all decided tha Tori was permanently stuck with us,[, and that she was wasn't moving out anytime soon. After a year, we started dating.

From then on, she only smoked blueberry cigars.