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.
“How was your day, honey?” You say sarcastically. You and Tom weren’t together, merely friends and roommates. Tom flips over on your bed, now glaring up at you.
“It was just lovely. Absolutely splendid. Really fucking amazing” Tom scoffs.
“Want to talk about it?” 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.
“Love is overrated,” He says, relishing in the way that your fingers wind themselves in his curls.
“Is that so?”
“Yep. I’m tired of girls who just want to fuck. Like it’s fun but I want a relationship. Like a deep emotional connection,” He pauses, sighing. “Who needs love when you have a roommate who lets you complain while they play with your hair.”
You can’t help but laugh at that as you think of what to say and how to start your sentence. There’s only a few things that you can think of to say and all of them end with you admitting something that you weren’t 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.
“Well. I think you should still give love a chance. You never know what’ll come to you.” Tom opens one eye and peers up at you curiously.
“What fantastic dates have you been on recently that have you all philosophical about love?”
“None, trust me you’d know about them” You say with a laugh. “There’s just someone that I really care about and really really like”
It feels heavy comings out of your mouth, your lips wanting to stick together every time they touch to stop your sentence.
“He sounds lucky. Why don’t you tell him?” Tom closes his eyes once again, resettling his head on your lap.
“Just did,” 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.
“What?” Tom is frantic, heart pounding in his chest, breaths shallow, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was an adrenaline rush.
“I thought it was pretty clear, Tom”
“No no. You mean... me?”
“Of course it’s you”
“What do you mean of course?”
“It’s always been you, Tom”