Glimpse of Tom- One Shot compilation

Movie Star 2

A/N: This is the last part I will be writing on this and that's final, cause I had THE hardest time trying to write fluff... I'm an angst author, what can I say? I did love the final result of this, so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Not that I can think of, but if you find anything, please higlight it so I can add it here.

There's two people sitting on the couch, two popcorn bowls sitting on the coffee table, because one of them likes spicy sauce on their and the other one finds soggy popcorn disgusting.

There's also two bottles, one coke and one water, because one of them can't stand fizzy drinks, but it's one of them's cheat day so they'll take advantage.

They're both on the same couch, but she's in her side, he's in his, there's two blankets and there's no touching, not even accidentally, not even casually, none at all.

Frankly Dakota's even surprised she agreed to see him again after that one time she went out for coffee with him to come up with a peace treaty. It's not that she doesn't want things to go back to normal, it's just that she doesn't know what "normal" is for both of them anymore; she's very sure there is no such thing after all the drama they went through a year ago.

But she's willing to try.

The movie has been going on for a while and they haven't exchanged a word for the whole time. She intentionally decided to play a good movie so that they wouldn't get the chance to start talking, so Pulp Fiction is playing. Funny enough it's her first time watching it and she's never been a big fan of Tarantino's films, but she hasn't let Tom (her former best friend) see her yawning under her blanket.

Thank Lord her thoughts drift away until the movie ends, but then she start getting anxious. She's been dreading this moment because she just knows he's gonna tell her something. And he does.

"What's wrong? You didn't say a word in like two hours and that's not very you from you" he offers in an insecure manner, and that's not very Tom from Tom.

"There's... nothing wrong, Tom... I just don't know what to say to you anymore. I don't know who you are, we've been out of each other's lives for a year. Last time we actually spent time together we destroyed our friendship. And then we attacked each other for the months that followed. We haven't had a proper conversation in more than a year, A YEAR. And I'm not saying I don't want us to be friends anymore, I just don't know how to start."

He stares at Dakota for a few seconds, she can see he's calculating his next dialogue, he really doesn't want to fuck up the babies steps they've taken to fix things, and she doesn't either so she waits for him.

"We..." he starts but soon stops again, thinking once more of an apropriate way to say things "We can't really go back to the way things were before, because we were doing a lot of things wrong to begin with. I don't want to have what we had before... I want to start fresh. You don't know the new me and I don't know the new you. So let's get to know each other."

That was the corniest speech she's ever heard. If she wasn't so moved by it, she'd be laughing at his face, but instead of doing that, she tried to follow along with the corny theme, so she reached her hand out for him to strech it and said "Hi, my name's Dakota, nice to meet you".

He did chuckle at that but he took her hand regardless, offering one of those relaxed smiles she hasn't seen in over a year "I'm Tom, nice to meet you too".

They kept hanging out a lot more often since that day, things were picking up a nice pace and she was getting more and more comfortable around him everyday. Sure, things changed, but they changed for the better.