where tommyinnit's college dorm mate, is his best friend. to be with her? to him, it was just a dream.
but now, it was much 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 than just a dream.
no smut. that's disgusting.
if anyone included in this story is uncomfortable, I won't hesitate t...
bree speaks: "not using trigger warnings anymore, all trigger are written in the beginning on the story. (intro),,
Naomi pov
We left the mall around twenty minutes ago, and we were just driving around town, no destination in mind. I couldn't get my mind off earlier, even with the deafening music I couldn't escape my thoughts. I knew I had to tell him soon, but we weren't even dating for gods sakes! what's the point?
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look who we found in brighton, gee, it's guy who gave us free sour patch from 7/11 (shout out to you my g) oh and nelly
TommyInnit:< mia come home :( naicantfly: << omw tommyinnit TommyInnit: <<< :D
I sat in the backseat of the car, the faint sound of sweater weather by the neighbourhood slowly fading(unlike the alcohol in my system) as I turned the radio down. everyone had reached inside a couple minutes ago, but I was thinking about myself. seems selfish, but not in the way you think.
I was thinking about what grace said, earlier, about my scars and bruises. I went through a lot, ages 9-13, mentally and physically
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a knock on the fogged glass, damp blonde hair was all I could make out. was it clay?
no, I was incorrect, it was tommy. I let him into the car, he was soaking wet.
"tommy- I- your soaking wet," I slurred, "how? it's not even raining."
"what the hell do you mean?! it's been raining for the last half hour!" I was confused— to say the least— had I really been out here for thirty minutes? damn, alcohol really messes up your sense of everything. time and memory, from what I can see. would I remember this in the morning?
"didn't notice." was all I could muster, my thoughts still clustered.
"mia- what's up with you? you've ignored all my calls, texts, and even ignored me when I knocked on your door." he says, practically begging for an answer.
so I gave it him, wishing I didn't.
"you want to know what's wrong? you really do? well whats wrong— is me. I'm the issue. my parents hated me, nick probably does too, and my eldest brother hated me so much— to the extent where he hurt me. he hurt me for four years and I didn't tell anyone. not clay, not nick, not will, not grace til two weeks ago, not even you. don't even get me started on how much you've affected my life. for the worse and the better.
my life before you was emotionless, and when you came, you enlightened my life. applying to that university changed my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
but the way you've toy'd with my emotions, tommy, I can't deal with it. you have infested my brain as if it's your own property. I think about you every day and I can't stop. and I don't think think I want to." I drunkenly admitted, sobbing while his hand squeezed mine tight.
he wordlessly brought me closer to him, and hugged me. I hadn't received affection that felt this sensational in a long time. just maybe, a very high chance, that i've 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 felt this type of love.
from time to time he would whisper words of comfort into my ears, that were mixed into the plethora of sobs I was letting out.
it's been around an hour, and now him and I were talking about past relationships, family life, and things we never knew about each-other til this moment.
- 3rd person pov change-
Naomi felt bad, though. even after all the reassurance he gave her, saying he didn't mind and all. she felt like she was trauma dumping even though he was too. which, she didn't want to elaborate on.
soon enough, she blacked out, lightly snoring, leaving the boy to swim through the on going flood of thoughts that pooled in his mind. she liked him. she liked him. why him?
there are so many others— others who don't have commitment issues, or, or, anxiety, or overthinking. or any of that, for a matter of fact he wasn't even worth liking!
he's pushed away anyone he's ever liked— ending long lasting friendships over his feelings. so why would she— knowing all of his imperfections, flaws, and hefty issues—like him?
of course, tommy liked her. it was clear that he did, everyone knew it. tommy would've just pushed her away, but this time was different. she liked him back, and vice versa.
he decided than and there, to not end the friendship or anything. just, distance a bit. or so, he 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 he would.
the trip ended that day, meaning everyone was going home soon, or already gone. only him, naomi, mark and grace, clay, and wilbur were left. everyone else left within the last two hours.
he opened the car door, and carried naomi back to the house, rapidly ringing the door bell. it was around eleven thirty, so he wasn't sure if anyone would answer.
tommy was incorrect, as clay opened the door, worry overtaking him after seeing her. tommy assured him everything was fine, and took her to her room,
Grace was again with mark for the night, so her room was empty.
he beckoned her to wake up, to change out of the dripping wet clothes she was wearing.
half asleep, she trudged to the bathroom and changed into a hoodie and shorts.
his hoodie.
she collapsed onto the bed, and as tommy was about too leave, she pulled him back.
he heard mumbles, than the word, "stay."
he debated himself in his mind, than ultimately won his debate and decided to stay.
he quickly went and changed into some pajamas, and held her close to his chest. tommys arms around her waist, naomi little spooning.
