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tomholland2013: it's my duty to let the people know that this photo was photoshopped

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[REAL LIFE]


"Imagine working on your senior thesis on a Saturday night. It's like they have a death wish," Frankie grumbled as she slammed her laptop closed.

April had rolled around, which meant that senior thesis drafting was in full swing. Frankie and Harper has always worked together on schoolwork, and this wasn't any different. They compared outlines, writing structures, and presentation strategies until their brains felt numb.

Working through a hangover from their drunken Italian dinner the night before wasn't a huge help either.

"I just have what seems like way too much fucking information," Harper sighed as she sorted through her endless paper stack. "I have over two years of experience at Marvel Studios, and now I have to compile it all into one paper? I hate capitalism."

Frankie snorted as she walked into Harper's kitchen. "Have Tom or Seb read what you have yet? They're there with you all the damn time, they might have some insight."

"On cinematography? Those two fuckers don't know a single thing about camera work." Harper scoffed, watching as Frankie took a generous sip from the container of orange juice. She crinkled her nose and quickly put the carton back.

"Was that fucking expired?"

"My food has a mind of it's own. Leave it be."

Frankie sat back down, and began typing at her computer. Harper was actively trying to focus, but couldn't help but recall her weird interaction with Tom the day before.

"Frankie, did you notice anything off about Tom last night?"

"Mm, besides the fact that his impression of Celine Dion singing Mo Bamba was worse than usual, no." Frankie lilted as she doodled in her filled notebook.

Harper let out a small laugh, her feelings not completely subsided. Her fingers traced her keyboard, and just as she drew around the "M" key, she felt a question burning in her chest.

"You - you don't think he's mad at me for everything with Michael?"

Frankie set down her pen, and shifted slightly towards her best friend. She was surprised to see such a pained expression on her face. "Harps, where is this coming from? From where I'm sitting, you both seem so happy and healthy together."

"He was acting strange yesterday. Nothing nuts or anything," Harper assured the girl. "But he just seemed, I don't know, off."

Frankie ran a hand through her hair, and clapped her hands together. "Well, you know what I always say. Communication is key; if you don't talk about it, he can't read your mind, and vice versa."

"Men. They should be trained to read a woman's every need," Harper grumbled as she lent back in her seat.

Frankie backed her chair up, and kicked her feet onto the kitchen table.

"See, this is why I stick to women. Less issues, more boobs. Perfect mix."











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hey y'all!! hope everyone is doing EXCELLENT!!! i know, not enough tarper in this chapter. i'm building to big moments between my lovable children :)

let me know what ya think! love you all <3

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