no matter what decision your heart makes, I will be waiting for you...

Chapter 30

"Your first kiss?"
"laureen cooper, seventh grade" tom answered honestly with a smirk on his lips. "who was yours?" he asks back.
"I will pass" I replied and sipped my milkshake. After dinner with Harrison and Jenna, we went to 'Wonder Waffle'. It's a cosy little place, and since it looked a bit empty at this time of night, we went in. We only ordered one waffle to share as we were both a bit full and also a milkshake. I had a strawberry milkshake, Tom had cinnamon/apple. I didn't even know this kind of milkshake existed, but apparently it did.
So since we still have to wait for our waffle we started asking each other stupid questions, which to be honest I find quite interesting.
"Oh come on, that's not fair. I also told you who my first kiss was" I remain silent, looking down at my milkshake with a slightly flushed face while I continue to take small sips.
"What do I have to do to get you to tell me?" he challenges. My eyes sparkle up, wondering if there is something he could do to make me tell him, but even if there is, it would be too embarrassing to tell him. So I shake my head and look down at my milkshake again.
"Fine" He crosses his arms on his chest and leans back in his chair. His mouth is pointed and his eyebrows furrow together as he pretends to be offended.
"A waffle for two" the old lady who is the waitress says as she places the plate with the waffle in front of us and then walks away again. Tom's eyes immediately sparkle again at the sight of a waffle with strawberry, cream and a vanilla scoop on top of it. He immediately grabs the waffel in his hand and bites off a large piece. A little of the cream, however, lands on his nose and the little bit of icing sugar that was sprinkled on top lands all around his mouth.
"Hey, give me a bite too," I whine with a playful scowl, whereupon he holds the waffel out to me so I can take a bite. I lean forward a little, open my mouth and bite into the waffel, but at that moment, Tom turns the waffel a little and slaps it right into my face, letting my cheek freeze where he slapped the cold vanilla ice cream scoop.
"Ohhh you are so done !!!!"  I giggle, smearing a piece of the now melted vanilla scoop out of my eyelashes with my index finger so that I can see something while I'm going to press the waffle into Tom's face. To carry out the plan, I stand up, pick up the waffel that tom dropped on the plate when he had a laughing fit, and reach out to slap the waffle very pretty across his face.

"oh no" he says as he notices me standing right next to him at the chair with the waffle in my palm. His eyes are wide on me with playful fear spread across his face. A smirk forms around the corners of my mouth as I want to smack it right into Tom's face, but he gets up before that's even possible, so I smack the waffle against his chest instead of his handsome face. His white shirt is now all stained. Oh shit.... Well, revenge bitch. I gasp, reaching my hands to cover my mouth and hide the giggle that wants to escape my lips. You can have fun with tom all you want, but when it comes to his clothes, oh boy. Better run as fast as you can. And so I did, well I tried. But I froze and all my stupid brain could do was laugh uncontrollably. Tom stood up straight, looking down in shock at his ruined shirt which now had a yellow stain, and the vanilla ice cream just dripped through the small slits of the shirt onto his chest.
"Oh that went too far sweetie" He turned me around so that I was standing with my back to him and began to tickle me. Tickling is a funny thing tho. Every time someone tickles me I laugh, of course it tickles but somehow it hurts at the same time, I mean basically they just stick their fingers in you which sounds fucking weird, I know. But I never liked being tickled, yet I laugh every time because I just can't get the words out. But Tom is one of the people who is allowed to tickle me and I really laugh because he is gentle with me, even though he is trying to get back at me.
"T-Tom. S-Stop-payyy" I try to say through all my laughter as his fingers go to my sides and start tickling there. My words also come out slanted but well, better than nothing.
"P-Please Tom-m-mayyyy" He stops for a moment, but still keeps his strong arms wrapped around me like a teddy bear.
"Say it !" he says playfully with his cheek against mine. I see his eyes staring at me out of the corner of my eye, waiting for an answer.
"Say what???" I ask back, eyes wide open and hands halfway up, but I only get my forearms up cause Tom has his stupidly strong and veiny arms around me from the elbow up.
"Say you're sorry and that I won."
"you slapped a fucking waffle in my face" I exclaim, noticing again that my face is sticky. And now that I have it in my head, I notice again how my fingers are also sticky from the ice cream on my hands. Gross.
"Yes only deserved after you didn't tell me who your first kiss was"