AHH CONGRATS STEPH ILY!! Maybe 15 and 28 from the prompt list? -dahliaspidey
Click. Slam. Bang. Flop. Silence, but not for long. Groan.
The series of sounds that follows as Tom opens the door to your room, shuts it behind him, drops all of his things on your floor and flops on your bed, face down on your pillow all while you sit on your bed, back against the headboard and your laptop on your lap.
âHow was your day, honey?â You say sarcastically. You and Tom werenât together, merely friends and roommates. Tom flips over on your bed, now glaring up at you.
âIt was just lovely. Absolutely splendid. Really fucking amazingâ Tom scoffs.
âWant to talk about it?â You ask as you close your laptop up, placing it next to you before patting your to high for Tom to rest his head on which he does without even saying another word.
âLove is overrated,â He says, relishing in the way that your fingers wind themselves in his curls.
âIs that so?â
âYep. Iâm tired of girls who just want to fuck. Like itâs fun but I want a relationship. Like a deep emotional connection,â He pauses, sighing. âWho needs love when you have a roommate who lets you complain while they play with your hair.â
You canât help but laugh at that as you think of what to say and how to start your sentence. Thereâs only a few things that you can think of to say and all of them end with you admitting something that you werenât absolutely certain you wanted to say, but the more you think about it, the more you know you have to say it. The weight has never felt quite so heavy on your shoulders as it does now and this will either relieve it or make it worse.
âWell. I think you should still give love a chance. You never know whatâll come to you.â Tom opens one eye and peers up at you curiously.
âWhat fantastic dates have you been on recently that have you all philosophical about love?â
âNone, trust me youâd know about themâ You say with a laugh. âThereâs just someone that I really care about and really really likeâ
It feels heavy comings out of your mouth, your lips wanting to stick together every time they touch to stop your sentence.
âHe sounds lucky. Why donât you tell him?â Tom closes his eyes once again, resettling his head on your lap.
âJust did,â You press your lips together and feel your heart beat faster and harder against your sternum. You watch Toms expression shift to three different forms of confusion before his eyes shoot open and he sits up.
âWhat?â Tom is frantic, heart pounding in his chest, breaths shallow, if he didnât know any better, heâd say it was an adrenaline rush.
âI thought it was pretty clear, Tomâ
âNo no. You mean... me?â
âOf course itâs youâ
âWhat do you mean of course?â
âItâs always been you, Tomâ
















