Tommy. Tom-ster. Tom.

WELCOME TO COOLSVILLE, THE BEST LITTLE SMALL TOWN IN OHIO.

…except for right now, but that’s not really THOMAS (TOMMY) WILLIAMS fault, is it? Known as the LEADER around town, HE/HIM is/are just your friendly neighborhood CAR SALESMAN. Sure they can be IMPLUSIVE and VULGAR, but they can also be LOYAL  and SOCIALBLE just like any other 23 year old. That doesn’t mean they have anything to do with our string of recent chilling events, though… right?

The car ride to Val’s had been tired and silent, Tommy letting her drive him for a change, but really he’d just been too tired to even think of objecting. They were just padding into the apartment now, another thing he hadn’t even thought about- going back to his own place. He felt, messed up, to put it simply, after his experience at the festival, and unwilling to go home and be alone. Val didn’t seem to mind at all though, and she kind of looked a little messed up herself- seeing a ghost you didn’t know would do that to someone, probably, and worse considering it was her grandpa. 

“Ugh.” Tommy groaned, as he flipped himself onto Val’s couch, lying completely flat, exhausted from the day. “I think I could sleep forever now. I feel so.. tired. Like all the juice I had for today to be good is gone now.” 

He held open his arms- for either Val herself, or the giant teddy bear he won her, just needing to hug something. “You feeling the same?” 

♥  

Well, he wasn’t wrong; it even felt like the festival could bring out all the good stuff between them, all those things they’d overlooked before. And maybe that was wishful thinking, but what was one more ridiculously odd behavior to add to the list? “Oh you mean the disembodied clown heads? You’re telling me you don’t love those?” The words are teasing more than anything— as she wonders who thought that one particular invention would be a good idea.

But she’s also putting a pin in that bit of information. No one but the two of them could really date for two years without exchanging much of anything about themselves; they’d been working on it though. And it was easier than she’d thought it would be. The mortifying ordeal of being known didn’t feel so daunting where Tommy was concerned.

“You really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?” His words sound as corny as ever but they have her smiling nonetheless. And Valentina’s not exactly lacking in the confidence department ( even less in the compliments isle ), but there’s something nice about the exchange. It feels like they left more of those pretenses at the gates, “yeah, you are…and I wanna thank you for that.” She trails off the last few words in favor of looping an arm through his and pulling him along.

Despite the steps they’d taken towards some unnamed destination, Val was still gonna struggle with parts of the journey and in the midst of struggle it was best to go and choose their first festival game. Honestly, she hoped it wasn’t the last. “Have you ever played horse race carnival game?” Her tone of voice went from curious to confused as she’d read the banner. “They couldn’t have given this a more creative name?”

- - - 

“No. The fuck? I don’t even like the clowns that have bodies connected to their heads.” He was an avid clown hater, and even joking about them felt a little fucked up. They were designed to be scary, Tommy thinks, but clearly Val didn’t feel the same if she could joke about them. “Are you gonna tell me you like clowns or something? Cause thats weird.” 

"I know how to try to.” He admitted, but if his smile could get bigger, it would. Knowing that his words landed felt good- that kind of good that settled in the back of your chest. He was hoping his words made Val feel the same kind of good, and to ensure it, he continued, “Just telling nothing but the truth, honestly.” 

His brow furrowed as he tried to work out why he needed to be thanked- was this some weird thing they carried because of their past and shit? But he was distracted pretty quickly by their movement through the crowds, and they ended up in front of horses?! One of the only games he had written off as unlikely to play- and now he wished he hadn’t. 

“At least you get what the game is from the name.” Although, you’d expect to be racing on a real horse, and this was not that. “I haven’t played this, but it looks kind of like diet skeeball, to be honest. Just roll the balls into the holes, I can totally nail that. I’m good at finding the right holes, you know?” 

@tommyswilliam​

“Fuck! Anyone out there? Help me!”

Tommy. Diana had been following after him after losing Eli and then the mirrors began to shift. A convincing prank to be sure as she watched red begin to pool down the mirrors, covering her reflection as they dripped down the surface. She tilted her head, staring at it, and almost reached her hand out when she heard the shattering in the distance and Tommy’s cry for help.

“Tommy?” she called out. “Tommy where are you?” She started moving the direction she last saw him in, being careful not to touch the red substance on walls. It wasn’t blood. It couldn’t be. “Tommy keep talking so I can find you!” She kept her eyes on the ground, hoping to be able to tell the real corridors from the reflections.

- - - 

“Diana?” Tommy called back, unsure if his brain was imagining the voice or if she really was close. And if she was- he needed someone to save him right now. The fucking walls-- the fucking walls were so close that he could feel even his insides being squeezed tight like a vice, it getting harder to breathe with them like that. “I’m here!” 

“I don’t know what to say! The walls are bleeding Diana! Theres- theres fucking blood on the walls, why are they bleeding?” The panic was obvious, his words getting quicker and higher, such a contrast to his normal speech. “Please. Please. How do we get out of here?” 

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“I think that even if there is something big and bad out there, I have rent to pay at the end of the month.” She smirked a little but raised an eyebrow at his next statement. “Really? You can’t think of anyone who’d take a girl? Haven’t you ever listened to a true crime documentary? Or watch the news for more than a minute?”

“I think it’s more likely that at the end of a long shift, anyone who doesn’t actively catcall her is a downright gentleman.” She shrugged. “I don’t usually have that kind of problem though given that most of the people around here have known me since I was an awkward teenager.” She reached for an empty shot glass and poured herself a shot knowing that with the last few minutes of her shift slipping away, she wasn’t likely to have many other customers.

“And you’re right. I do prefer conversation over staring at someone.”

- - - 

“I’m still gonna count that as a lack of fear. Or does that mean your fear of rent is bigger than your fear of being taken? I dunno how that shit all works.” He didn’t have to pay rent. But he’d definitely be leaving a good tip, because it was kind of messed up that someone had to pick paying for something over their safety. “Well, yeah. But the people living here. Can you think of anyone that would do that? Because I can’t. Maybe its cause I haven’t been around, but I don’t know. Doesn’t seem like something someone would do.” 

“Is this you giving me a cheat sheet for later?” Tommy teased, “You saying they let the awkwardness stop them from hitting on you? Why? You’re hot as fuck. Who cares about before?” 

“Hey, we’re not judging those people. Sometimes people like to be stared at cause it makes them feel hot or something.” He paraphrased the answer he got the last time he asked a chick why, “But yeah. Lets have a conversation. Tell me something no one knows about you.” 

“Oh man, I wish.  That would be sick.”  They chuckle and start leading away back toward the brightly lit stalls.  “Exactly!  I’m just hoping my aim carries over.”  They lift a finger fun out in front of them, looking down the length of their arm with one eye.

“Oh, absolutely nothing.  I adore them.  They’re glorious abominations, but still abominations.  Sugar soaked monuments to our own hubris.  I mean-” they swing their aim to indicate a poster showing a crispy pile of who-knows-what, drenched in whip cream and chocolate sauce.  “What is that?  How did they even accomplish that?  What even inspired them to try?”

- - - 

“So sick.” Tommy couldn’t get over the fact that he got to hang out with his shooty call, like IRL. It was just constantly blowing his mind. “I’m hoping it doesn’t.” He shifted in front of the finger, staring Freddie down, “Go on, try your aim.” 

Tommy cocked his head at the poster, “Its a funnel cake with oreo bits. Full toppings, but I think they should probably add caramel. Its missing on the poster.” Honestly, Tommy kind of wanted to make Freddie have to try it, if they were so against that. “And we ask not what makes smart thoughts, but how the smart thoughts bless us, Freddie-o. You’re gonna tell me you wouldn’t stuff your face with that shit?” 

+

“It’s really just basic human decency. I would hope that someone would do the same if I was arrested for breaking and entering with a friend into their childhood home in order to learn more about their missing sister’s disappearance,” Darcy stressed.

It was a very specific statement, but she couldn’t say that if the circumstances had been different, she would have done it. Breaking and entering just for fun? No. A more serious crime? Unlikely. A complete stranger? Definitely not. The stars had aligned for the specific combination of terrible things they’d been dealt. She and Valentina had acted rationally when they’d volunteered their resources.

And it wasn’t like they should be commended for anything yet. They hadn’t actually secured Cameron’s release yet.

“I’d say that if I ever get arrested, you could feel free to do the impressive thing, but I’m sincerely hoping that never occurs. And if it happens as a result of today’s activities, then we’re both in trouble.”

Truthfully, Darcy had some concerns about the plan. Even though she’d contributed by suggesting a large-scale distraction that drew the officers away in the first place, she’d been a little skeptical of a plan that had come together through essentially a football play diagram. How effective could setting off a ton of fireworks during the day be, really?

And what if there were cameras inside? What if they got into bigger trouble than Cameron was already in? What if it was all for nothing?

There was no way for Darcy to accurately calculate their odds of success with so many variables in play. She’d never done very well with the unknown, and she was about to be waist deep in uncharted waters.

But at least some of what Tommy was saying was providing a level of comfort to her when it came to keeping her roommate out of jail.

“I hope it doesn’t come to that, but are you trained in any particular method self-defense? Or are you thinking general athleticism would be your saving grace should your words fail?”

- - - 

Woah, that was a lot of words in one go. It took Tommy a moment to process them, a clear pause in the conversation for a moment as his brain attempted some kind of disection of the words. “That whole thing, basic human decency. You say its that but not a lot of people would like, do it, so is it really that?” 

Sometimes people used sayings and didn’t really mean it. Like when people called him an asshole. Most of the time they didn’t mean he was an asshole, just that didn’t like he vibed on a different plane to him. Kings can’t be universally liked, though. 

“Yeah. We’d bail you out. You’re a friend, so even if it wasn’t like, the same thing Cam did, we’d still bail you out.” It was fairly straightforward to him, a friend in need, and he would help. “And if it happens because of what we’re about to do.. Team Fireworks has got us.” 

Well, Tommy wasn’t sure about that, truthfully, but he was well experienced in the pep talk, and sometimes a pep talk needed a little bit of lying. Just so Darcy felt secure. And maybe himself, not that he’d admit it. 

“They’ll defintely get us out, so don’t worry on the tiny chance we do get arrested.” 

Tommy’s brow wrinkled at Darcy’s questions, feeling a little like he was in one of those teen movies. Where the nerd thought the best clapback was to ask the jock math questions. 

Thank god this wasn’t math though, because he was never that great at it. 

“I’ve been in fights, yeah. I can throw a punch. Or shoulder check someone into a wall.” He liked to thank ice hockey for that trick, “So Freddie-o will be safe. Plus, the piggies like me. I’m pretty sure Eli’s dad once called me a ‘nice dude’ so I’m set. They wont think I’m up to anything bad.” 

It was supposed to be funny. Eli and him had spent a full five minutes outside the maze, posing in the mirrors that made you look all weird and like a cartoon. Shit was lit, and thats why it seemed fun to go inside the mirror maze. Key word being seemed. 

He lost Eli, and Diana, cause they’d managed to drag her into these antics too, a few minutes ago. Which was totally chill a few minutes ago, as Tommy laughed, twisting corners and looking for his friends. 

But he swore he’d seen this corner at least twice before now, but somehow it had gotten smaller each time he’d run into it. At this moment, it felt like a tiny triangle he was trapped in, as he stared at his own reflection from three different directions. Or maybe it was four. 

He couldn’t remember where the exit was. It was to his left-- no wait it was on the right, right? He couldn’t see the gap between the mirrors anymore, just the same space over and over, as he twisted and turned, trying to find a way out. 

Somewhere, he knew that Diana and Eli were in the maze and probably would find him, but his brain was screaming that the walls would close in and kill him before that happened. They’d find a flattened him, dead to the world. And then he wouldn’t be able to lead all of this mystery solving shit, and Dani would never be found, and Coolsville would fall into ruins and people would abandon the town in droves. 

Or some shit like that. All Tommy knew is that his brain was going a million miles an hour as he felt like a mouse stuck on a wheel, turning around and around looking for this exist. He stuck his hand out to feel for a gap, the cool touch of the mirror bringing a tiny sense of calm to his red hot brain. Fuck, maybe he should just climb out of the maze, he thought, as he stared up into a ceiling that was also a fucking mirror. 

What the fuck. 

He’s distracted from that thought by the warmth starting to cover his hand, still on the mirror, and when he looks at his hand, blood is flowing down onto it. Blood is coming down from this fucking mirror, his mind panics as he yanks his hand away, once again searching for an exit. 

The familiar figure of himself in the mirrors is slowly turning red, as Tommy realises that all the mirrors are bleeding...? 

What fucking horror movie is he in, and how the fuck does he get out? 

The panic rises even more, bubbling over and Tommy does the only thing he can think of to get out of these walls that are about to squish him. They feel centimeters away now, and its like he can feel the warmth of the blood on them, sticking to his skin. 

He lifts his fist, fighting back at the suffocating walls, with one punch, two punches, and the mirror shatters. Its startling enough that he ignores the acute pain spreading over his knuckles, but it doesnt help his situation, as he looks at the back of two mirrors. 

He needs some fucking help. He can’t handle this shit, and hes yelling, 

~

Cam lets her jaw slack slightly at the comment, before side stepping and pointing at the beat up Chrysler, mismatched bumper staring them in the face, sitting in her driveway presently. “That is the car that I share with my Aunt right now. That Land Rover may as well be a Rolls Royce.” But she tosses her hands up, fingers still encircled around the keys. “I guess I’ll pretend to be cool for a bit. I’ll survive.”

“You know, I don’t doubt your car knowledge, but I did not assume you built that thing from the ground up,” She says, jabbing her finger in the direction of the car parked on her curb. “Yes,” She says, deep exasperation in her voice, “They’re Sixteen and want to be cool and it turns out, your deadbeat cousin dropping you off in a car from the 90s is not cool.”

- - - 

Tommy glances over at the car. Its a pile of junk, and he saw what Danny’s car started off as. He’s tempted to offer to take it to the junkyard, but hes not a total dick, so he keeps quiet. Mostly. “You gotta be lying. No way that thing can even move.” Or it shouldn’t be able to, at least, “Damn. Pretending to be cool. Must suck to be you right now.” 

♥ 

Perhaps these little fairground events could be fun after all— when in good company, of course, and these days Tommy was proving to be really good company ( and that was as confusing as it was nice ). It was weird how these small interactions could paint the festival in new colors, but she’s glad to be lost in the confusion. And that’s a sentiment she’d keep to herself for the time being.

Right alongside the one that says, hey, you don’t dislike it when he wraps his arm around you. Though Valentina might have to take that one to the grave, and if she leans into him that’s none of anyone’s business.

“That’s a lot to choose from,” and she could only name like three off the top of her head: ring toss, bust-a-balloon, and that bottle game Tommy’d been playing. Choosing by prize only made it harder; a giant teddy bear really didn’t fit into the vision board but alas, “I can make it fit the vibe with one of those sherpa teddy bears. But that’s a top-shelf prize, you ready to put in all that work?” 

The irony of those words isn’t lost on her, and if he doesn’t point it out then she wont either. Still, she thinks they’re getting better at navigating this new normal. Those inconsequential things couldn’t be as world-ending as they had felt before. 

- - - 

“Thats the whole point of the festival. They bring out all the good stuff.” It kind of felt like he was explaining this all to her for the first time, and he was in a way. They’d never even seen each other at this festival before. Well-- probably seen each other, but in that passing a stranger way. “Maybe not the ones with the clowns and the balls that go in their mouth. Cause that ones just weird.”  Clowns had skeeved him out one too many times today. He still had to go after that one that blew its horn at him- but after this. And, he decided in that moment, that if a clown approached, he’d defend Val from it. Especially if it was the asshole one from before. 

He kind of liked this idea of protecting her, which was weird, cause he didn’t need to. She was probably able to fight that SOB on her own. He kind of just wanted to care, maybe, but he shoved all thinking about it to the back of his head. 

“Top shelf prize for a top shelf girl.” He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I can put in the work.” And he paused for a second, but it felt like he should say more, “I’m already putting in the work. Its cool.” 

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“I think I saw a couple water guns with our names on them back down the game alley,” Freddie grins, their hands shoved in their pockets to hide the way their fingers keep tapping nothing.  Sugar or nerves?  Hard to say.  Stuff’s been weird lately: Mr. Clickbait makes them nervous –the last thing they want is to be a headline.  And teaming up the deputy sheriff after having just committed a felony feels like hubris.  They all want the same thing, though, don’t they?

Right now, Freddie just wants to burn off some of this extra energy.

“How you feel about a live action shooty call?  I’ll bet you a… deep fried abomination of your choice?”

- - -  “In like angry sharpie? Like someone has it out for us?” Tommy asked, the teasing obvious in his tone. Seemed like something straight out of Saint’s Row, to be honest. Would they get to wear the cool animal masks? Probably not.  He nods at Freddie, smirk on his face. “Hell yeah. Might as well bring the game life to the real life, right? Cause real life came to the game life.” 

That made more sense in his head. “But whatchu got against the fried goodies here? Even I make exceptions for them.” 

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“Probably both honestly. Some feel guilty about going out while others think that they might be next.” There were so few answers around the disappearance that she didn’t blame them for being scared. It’s even gotten to her despite her best efforts and everyone knew nothing quite phased her.

Diana grinned at his obvious flirting, leaning against the bar as she picked up a glass to clean. “Oh really? And does that normally work for you?”

- - - 

“And you? Not scared of if theres something big and bad out there?” Tommy asked, actually wanting her opinion on it. She seemed cool, and it was a good check of what girls like her thought, “I mean, she could’ve just run away, right? I cant think of anyone that would take a girl.” 

“Honestly? Sometimes it does. They spend all this time being hit on, that I think they like the subtlty or something.” He’d never asked, because why would you try to ruin things, but right now he wished he had a real answer. “Would it work on you? I’m definitely getting that you would prefer to be talked to.” 

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Of all the games littered around the festival, Valentina thought she was most adept at the game of denial. She didn’t really want to admit that she was excited about this ( …whatever this was )— nor did she want to acknowledge that little pep in her step as she went looking for Tommy. And yet, here she was, feeling some semblance of elation at the thought of spending some time with her ex-boyfriend. If someone would have pitched this to her months ago, Val would have laughed. She’d probably laugh about it now since it felt so ridiculous, but it also felt nice? That was a lot of stuff she’d have to unpack much much later.

Right now, she would focus on weaving through the crowd of children that should have really been on a leash. Lucky for her, they didn’t seem to wanna hang around all the booths hosting the games; Val had seen a good chunk of them hanging around the Gravitron instead.

It must be thanks to that poor excuse for an amusement park ride that he’s so easy to find, right by the milk bottle knockdown. Valentina thought it fitting to start the night there. So she’s shifting her pace into a more purposeful walk ( because Val Garrido is not a runner ), and sliding up next to him. Being that all that stuff was yet to be unpacked, she can’t decide between a hug or no-hug and when in doubt, she usually goes for the latter. “Hey! You ready to play some games, win some prizes?” And Val can’t help but think of how odd it is, that this is the first time they’d found time for each other during the yearly festival. 

- - - 

Tommy was practicing. Sure, he had a natural athletic ability, but these games had always been designed to fuck with people. He remembers trying the pull up one, one year- that shit kept twisting in his hands, how was he supposed to be able to hold on for an entire two minutes?!  So he had tested out almost every game here, making a mental list of which ones he was good at, just so that he could have some chance of steering Val away from them. Even though she was starting to see sides of him that only his frat-bros had, he still felt this immense pressure to impress her. Which was tripping him out. 

He’d just about knocked all the bottles down when her voice calls out, screwing up his last shot. The attendant gives him an apologetic look, but it doesn’t register as he looks to her, smile growing on his face. “Val!” He chuckles, “Yeah. Of course. I’m gonna crush whatever game you pick.” 

Hopefully it wasn’t one of the clown ones, and he paused for a moment, to think, before he committed to wrapping his arm around her shoulder, and cocking his head slightly to the side, “Pick any game, any game you want. I’d pick on what prize you want, but thats just me. Would a giant teddy bear fit into the vibe that your apartment has?” 

+

It had taken Darcy a little longer to acquire her portion of the bail money than she’d anticipated, so she was running a little behind when she finally appeared at the station that day.

Apparently people did not withdraw $2,500.00 regularly in Coolsville, Ohio. She’d been subjected to several polite but nosy questions about what it could possibly be for while the bills had been counted out and placed into the tote bag Darcy had specifically brought for the occasion, like a polite, legal robbery.

But it was done. She was there. And the plan was already in motion.

Spotting Tommy coming her way, Darcy offered a polite hello as he launched immediately into his own line of questioning for her. She didn’t even have time to respond to the first before her mind had focused entirely on the last.

You’re not doing it to impress someone or something, are you?

The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind.

“No,” she answered truthfully. “I don’t think it’s particularly impressive. I just… have the money. And I feel bad for her. I’m not hoping that my anonymously posting half of her bail will suddenly change how she feels about me or anything.”

Shrugging, Darcy slung the tote bag of cash over her shoulder and locked her car.

“Are you still okay with being the lookout and distraction for the actually illegal portion of today’s activities?” she volleyed back a question of her own.

- - - 

“Not impressive?” Tommy immediately asked, his brows knitting together in confusion. The fuck did Darcy mean? Maybe she was trying to be humble, and the more she spoke, the more that thought cemented in Tommy’s mind. 

Fuck being humble. 

“Even if you’re not doing it to get Cam to like you, its still impressive.” He pointed out, adding a hand gesture so his point would really stick, “You don’t have to like, do it, and you’re still choosing to. Its making the choice thats impressive, not the fact you don’t have to sacrifice.” 

Tommy dude nodded; the weight of how illegal things were wasn’t lost on him. It had to be bad if Freddie talked to him about it- they didn’t strike him as the type to worry about stupid shit. He was probably swimming in water deeper than he could see, but he couldn’t see that, so he wasn’t gonna think about it. 

“Yeah. I’m okay with it. Someones gotta do that stuff, and I think I’m probably the only one.” He was the hottest, easily, so the best at seducing, “Plus-- its better to have someone that might be able to protect Freddie if shit goes south. Or sweet talk us out of it.” 

People around Coolsville had still kept that air of respect that Tommy had always enjoyed having. Everyone he’d interacted with at least. A smile and a how you doing, might actually have a chance of helping them. 

~

“I trust you, I just don’t trust you to be honest about loaning out a car this nice.” It was way too nice as far as Cam was concerned. But, she knew better than to question Tommy about it, either. If he was serious, which it seemed like he was, then she was going to accept the fact that her temporary car would be nicer than everything else she owned. “Well, I guess I can follow your logic there.”

With a twist of the keys around her finger, she balls them into her fist, and shrugs. “I’m not going to turn you down after all the hard work and elaborate scheming to present this car to me. It just won’t land the second time,” She jokes. “Seriously, thank you. The twins might actually let me drop them at the curb at practice when they see this.” 

- - - 

“Its a land rover. Its not that nice.” It was bottom tier of the luxury car pyramid, in his opinion. There were much nicer cars to have-- even his car was nicer, even if it was almost 50 years old. “Yeah. Get with it, Cam. Civics are out, land rovers are in, and you’re going to have to make the most of getting to ride in style.” 

Since Dani’s disappearance, she’s noticed that not as many people seemed to be going out. Normally Diana loathed slow nights, since she relied on the tips she got to pay her bills, but since she’s been covering Danny’s shifts on top of her normal ones, the lull in the night was actually nice.

The empty glass on the counter brought her back to the boy she hasn’t seen since she was in high school, picking it up and quickly refilling it. “Yeah. People haven’t been out much lately. For obvious reasons.” She placed the glass down and offered him a smile. “At least this means your glass won’t be empty for long.”

- - - 

“Is it really getting everyone down that bad?” Tommy had not a clue how this was effecting the wider community. It was getting Danny pretty badly, obviously, and even Sarah had said a few things to him, but he wasn’t sure. “Or are they all afraid its them next?” 

“Well, yeah. That is a perk.” He sipped at the fresh beer, enjoying the very perk for a moment, “But it also gives me time to actually chat to the pretty bartender for a change. Normally I just get to stare, and hope to catch her eye long enough to wink.” 

~

Cam stares blankly for a second, keys still dangling from her point finger, outstretched to him. She glances down at the fob in her hand, then back to Tommy. 

“Tommy, if you’re fucking with me right now, you’ll never hear the end of it.” She investigates the keys again, her eyes landing on the car behind him, brain refusing to compute the pieces of information clearly in front of her face. “No. No, no way. No. When you said you’d loan me a car, I thought you meant like a Honda Civic from before we were born, not this. No way can I accept this.”

“People are gonna think I robbed a fucking bank or something if this is parked outside this dump, are you insane?” She was ranting on about it, but there was also the unkind burn of grateful tears wanting to form in her eyes. But, she would sooner saw off her right hand than cry in front of Tommy Williams in any scenario. 

- - - 

“Wow. You have no trust in me, do you?” Tommy teases- he knows exactly what peoples first thoughts are when it comes to him. Its well within his range to make a joke like this, but not to Cam. He wouldn’t dare. “I can’t have you ride around in some shitty civic. Whats the point of a free ride if it isn’t a good ride?”