Diamonds in the Rough

Read Room [Monica/Tommy]

When he said it was all new to him too she was able to take a deep relaxing breath and feel less on edge. “Yeah,” she scoffed and shook her head. Monica moved back to sit at the table and chuckled a little. “I’m lucky to live around really good places that deliver,” she tilted her head to the side, “You really don’t ever want me to cook.” Monica paused. “Do you want a drink?” Maybe that could help them box relax a little more. 

Although Tommy was traditional and preferred a woman who cooked, he also loved restaurant food just as much. He could cook himself, but he didn’t enjoy it. “I do’t want me to cook either,” he agreed with a sly smile. 

[ text; ] this is a terrible idea

[ text; ] fuCK you f*ck your cartoon hotdog husband fuck his stupid sunglasses and FUCK the ketchup kids (and fuck THEIR sunglasses)

[ text; ] i need help.

[ text; ] i don' t know wh a t to fuckign do w i th myself a nymo re

[ text; ] i got a dog!!!!! I GOT A DOG!!!!

[ text; ] please let me come over and pet your dog?

[ text; ] anyway i'm bleeding, like, really badly. no worries though i'm good

[ text; ] i love death and dying

[ text; ] i fucked up. i fucked up really badly.

[ text; ] I BROKE EVERYTHING

[ text; ] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[ text; ] don't freak out but i'm in the hospital.

[ text; ] leave me alone.

[ text; ] i said not to talk to me.

[ text; ] QUICK WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SONG

[ text; ] some-

[ text; ] this might be the last text i ever send you.

[ text; ] i'm going to do it.

[ text; ] i'm sorry.

[ text; ] fCUK I PUNCHED MYSELF I NTHE FACE

[ text; ] i'm playing club penguin and you wouldn't believe the shit these 9 year olds are saying to me

[ text; ] you okay?

[ text; ] i'm so worried please text back please please please

[ text; ] 'i don't drink coffee,' i say, before chugging an entire pot of it

[ text; ] what would happen if i just, like, downed seven five-hour energies. does that equal 35 hours of energy

[ text; ] brb, descending into hell.

[ text; ] it's 3 am and i can't sleep

Read Room [Monica/Tommy]

She smirked in the slightest and shook her head. “No, just, taking a second,” Monica sighed. She hadn’t been with someone in a little while and it all came crashing into her like a wave, she didn’t want to scare him off so she’d taken a second longer in the bathroom. “No fuss made,” she countered. 

Neither of them dated much, if at all. Maybe that was the reason she’d found herself giving this a chance. “I…I don’t want you to go,” she confessed, “And that’s new for me, so, I just wanted to be sure. Sorry, I’m…rambling.” 

In response, Tommy shook his head. “No...” The man spoke softly and lightly. He didn’t want Monica to feel in the wrong when he was the one stirring up the trouble. Feeling out of sorts, but knowing he was no longer out of place, he pulled off his beanie and tucked it back into his jacket pocket. He needed to settle back down and try to be a person. Connecting with others was a challenge for him, but for Monica, he was willing to put up a fight.

Read Room [Monica/Tommy]

“Gravy?” she asked, pausing only a moment to try and process his words. She shook her head then skipped a step to grab his arm. “Wait,” Monica pleaded before she could stop herself. “Sorry.” She dropped her hand and bit her lip. “I didn’t mean–If you want to go, that’s okay, but…you know you don’t have to.” Monica wasn’t sure what was going on or what really to say.

When she said he didn’t have to go, that changed things. “I thought you was lookin’ for an escape when you was in the bathroom so long.” The man closed his piercing blue eyes and let out a huff. “Uh... Didn’t mean to make a fuss.” 

“That mean it’s my duty as your drinking buddy to make up for your lack of it by drinking twice as much?”