A/N: Remember everything in his story is strictly platonic.
You didnt actually have to do anything, today just really drained your social battery.
So instead of listening to people scream at you and each other, you decided to get out your guitar and practise. There was one song that you really loved to play. It was called 'Pigeon', something about it just drew you to it.
You started strumming on your guitar, and soon enough muscle memory kicked in and you could play it without even thinking
(if you don't want to read a bunch of lyrics you can skip over this next part.)
"Circling around the kitchen
Why has nothing changed?
Feed cucumber sandwich to a pigeon
Chipping nail varnish on guitar strings
Got a pillow case made out of money
Feelin' pretty fake when I wake up
Tissue paper castle paper caddy
Scaly little friend's got my backup
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Didn't give me time to say goodbye in the way that I wanted to
So honey, close your eyes and stay like you're supposed to do
Don't know how I'm gonna live without, but I'll stay strong for you."
You open eyes to reveal Tommy sitting on the window cill. just staring at your guitar smiling. You let out a small scream.
"What are you doing?"
Tommy scratches the back of his neck
"Oh- umm- sorry, I just didn't know you could sing,"
"Umm-oh it's okay,"
"What is that song called anyway?"
"Uhh, Pigeon, by Cavetown," you reply, while putting away your guitar.
Tommy sits down on your bed beside you, and you both just sit and enjoy the silence.
Suddenly, Tommy pulls you into a hug.
"I love you," he says barely above a whisper.
"I know."
It wasn't often moments like this occurred. But when they do, you need to cherish them.
Because you never know when things could come to an abrupt end.
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Your Accent. (ON HIATUS)
FanfictionYou had to move to England with your Dad because he found a high paying job that could support him and you. Your new neighbors have a son who seems to really like Hamilton and the word Pog. I wonder how your new life in England will play out?
