(Art Above is Not Mine!)

ThLegend27 :
I don't know what's happening...
Then there was an incident with Tom...

Yanny-Laurel :
Go on...

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It was a restless night.
You kept tossing and turning in your bed and you didn't know why.
Groaning out of frustration, you decided to just have a late-night snack.

Going downstairs, you see the porch light was open. Thinking nothing of it, you start to rummage through the fridge for a snack when suddenly a bright light filled your vision.

"H-Hey!" You yelp in surprise.

"(Y/N)...?" The light turns off and you were able to see Tom's face. He looked sleepy and his hair was a mess.

"Let me guess..." You said, taking out a chocolate bar in the process, "You couldn't sleep either?"

"Y-yeah." Tom lets out a deep sigh. "I was gonna have a drink by myself. It helps me sleep."

"Oh." You get a shot glass from one of the drawers in the kitchen, "Okay, I'll join you."

Tom seemed surprised by your sudden statement but quickly got over it and followed you.
You both sat quietly, the bottles and shot glasses separated you from each other as you inhale the cold winter breeze.

"I never took you as someone who drinks..." Tom says.

"Well, surprise surprise!" You chuckle awkwardly, getting a shot glass and pouring some Smirnoff in it, as little as possible. "I drink but I'm pretty weak." You say before swallowing down the drink.

"Huh, alright."

You have another moment of silence together, just drinking shots.

Sooner or later, you stop yourself and just began to think.

"Tom, what stopped you from sleeping?" You begin to ask.

Tom looks at you, a deep blush covered his cheeks. Other than that, he still seemed pretty sober. He was really silent, just staring at you for like 30 seconds before looking away.

"Uh...Tom?"

"It's that uh...thing your brain does when you've been awake for too long. You know...reminding you about...um...that embarrassing thing you did in 2nd-grade or...something." Tom was clearly fumbling over his words.

"I thought you were way stronger than that when it comes to drinking, Tom..." You giggle.

"I am! I've been drinking since I was 18! It's just that—" He pauses, taking another shot.

"Y-you...goddamnit..." Tom mutters under his breath.

Was he cursing at you or cursing at himself?

"Me...what? I mean if you wanted to drink by yourself, you could've just kicked me out—"

"No! It's...you." Tom says rather frustrated as if your existence was some type of nuisance to him.

"You're effortlessly beautiful everywhere you go! Look at yourself, your hairs a mess, your socks are mismatched, you have drool stains on your damn shirt, you have chocolate crumbs on your mouth and to me, it's all so adorable! What is wrong with me?! You're so unfair, (Y/N)!!"

"Wait, how is it my fault?! Do you expect me to put on makeup and wear a cute dress just to go downstairs and eat chocolate in the middle of the freaking night?!"

"N-No! But..." Tom sighs taking another shot. "You're just...so beautiful it's annoying."

Your heart skipped a beat by his sudden compliment. Or was it a compliment?
You have no idea. This is Tom you're facing.

"Um...th-thanks?" You suddenly feel the need to untangle your hair with your fingers since he literally pointed out every embarrassing thing about you just 2 seconds ago.

Tom doesn't reply.

"Err...do you want to talk about what kept you awake? Properly this time. For someone as tired as you all the time, I'm surprised that you didn't fall asleep by the time your head reached the pillow." You let out a little laugh.

"Haha, very funny." The eyeless male laughs sarcastically at your remark. Before long, Tom began to explain to you how his memories from when he was a child came back and prevented him from sleeping. He told you how he couldn't understand his intentions, how much he regretted it...

It felt a lot like that incident from months ago...with Matt finally breaking from his facade and all that stuff.

You countered his depressing reminiscence with a lot of light-hearted memories from when you guys were children. Soon, this sparked a whole jar of nostalgia escape from its container and you both just start talking.

Just friends being friends.

"Don't you remember that time where like...Ell drew something and Mrs. Gold had to lecture her about it because there was like...an inappropriate word on it?"

"Yeah, I do..."


"What about the time where Tord got like this toy for his birthday and he thought he could communicate with it with telepathy?"

"Oh, yeah. I remember. The idiot actually stared at it for 15 minutes straight!"

"Oh...there was the time when Edd was so tired one morning and accidentally put on Ell's skirt and since Edd already has her skirt, she just took his pants and she was ecstatic about it."

"Wait! When did that happen?"

"Oh you weren't there 'cause you already left."

"Aw..."


"(Y/N)...?"

"...Yeah?" Tom began to snicker then quietly says...

"The Matt Incident."

"OH YEAH! THE MATT INCIDENT! OH MY GOD, THAT WAS HILARIOUS!" You both start laughing uncontrollably as you recall the memory of Matt having to wear that Santa costume.


"Ahhh...those were the good times..." You leaned a bit on Tom for support as you held your stomach, trying to calm down.

"Yeah...nostalgia..." Tom wipes away a tear from his eyes.

The male then turns his head to look at you and finds himself staring. Cherishing. Loving. Just being grateful he has you in his life.

You looked mesmerizing laughing like this.

He doesn't know where the hell these feelings suddenly came from.

But right now...he just wants to...

You noticed the movement of change when you didn't feel Tom's shoulders supporting you anymore.

You look at him a bit surprised when he gently grabbed both of your hands and pressed it against his soft lips.

Your heart began to beat fast and heat rushed to your cheeks as the white light of the moon shone on the male in front of you.
The sweet sounds of crickets filled up the silence between you both.

Tom looked up at you, a smile plastered on his flushed face.

"(Y/N)..."

His voice suddenly melted like honey in your eardrums.
You couldn't utter out a single word, your heartbeat was louder than your thoughts.

"(Y/N), you don't have to reciprocate my stupid feelings. I just want to know if I will ever get a chance."