If You Love Her || Tommyinnit

One

Let your arms be the place she feels safe in.

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[ 1985 - Bowling For Soup ]

"Good morning." Tommy spoke as he saw the girl walk into his room with a yawn. She was dressed in his pants and Ranboo's shirt. A good match for a girl half of their heights.

"Mmm, yeah mhm. Likewise." She replied, lying down on the mattress next to Tommy. She curled against his body with a small smile.

"Tom, is Fallon in your room?" Ranboo asked, knocking on his door softly. The sun was hardly in the sky and somehow everyone was just awake.

"Yeah, she is." Tommy replied. He heard footsteps walking away from his door before hearing another door shut softly at the end of the hallway.

The people within the house were now Will, Tubbo, Tommy, Ranboo, and Fallon. Because Fallon was the only girl, she invited Niki and Lani over quite often to cure her surroundings of boys. Though, with the addition of people some new rooming needed to happen.

In order for Will to keep his own room as well as Fallon still have her own privacy in her room, things needed to change. Everyone ended up agreeing that Will would take Tubbo's old room, Fallon would take Tommy's old room, and Tubbo Tommy and Ranboo would share the master bedroom. That would be accomplished by the end of the week as that was the deal. Either they finish it before March first for Techno's arrival or Fallon goes back to the states. Needless to say, they would be working the next three days for hours to make sure everything is done and well enough for Fallon who simply wanted to impress Techno.

"See look, it's done now." Tommy said breathlessly, plopping down on Fallon's newly built bed. She built it herself meaning it was quite stable. Fallon was quite the handy worker, she just never showed it. She could help work on cars as Techno helped teach her that. She could fix broken furniture or help rewire televisions. One thing she could not do though, is set up a PC. She can fix something better than a paid worker, but she could not figure out how to set up a PC.

"Could you help me set up my PC?" Fallon asked, putting her phone down and looking at the boy laid directly next to her.

"I just moved down the hall for you, and now you want me to set up your PC?" Tommy asked, to which Fallon nodded with a smile. "You're literally something else. I guess I can, American."

"You love me despite my Americanism."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Tommy replied, standing up. Fallon blushed at his sort of agreement and watched as he set up the PC at the desk Tommy let her keep. Because she didn't stream often, Tommy and Fallon would share the desk and PC setup, but he also had a PC in his room.

Tommy laid back on the bed, resting his arms behind his head. The silence settled in the room, like sand settling to the bottom of the ocean. It was comfortable, normal. Neither felt the need to speak and break it. Fallon did grab his hand gently, though, and started tracing absentmindedly on his hand. He admired her with a small reddening of the cheeks.

"Do you wanna go on a drive?" She asked, looking at the boy to find his gaze already set on her. He nodded with a smile before sitting up and pulling the girl with him. The pair went on a car ride everyday and either read one of the many letters Tommy wrote or they sat down and watched the vlogs Fallon made and the unseen footage that never made it into the vlogs. Tonight was a night where they watched a vlog and the both were excited.

"We're going on a drive!" Tommy yelled as he walked down the corridor towards his room. Tubbo and Ranboo were both streaming. More specifically Tubbo was streaming and Ranboo was playing with him.

"You'll be back soon and safely?" Tubbo asked, turning around to look at the blonde behind him. Tommy nodded and slipped on his shoes.

"Bye Tubbo's chat!" Tommy said with a wave, walking out of their shared room.

"Okay, we're good to go." Tommy spoke as he gently grabbed the girl's arm before dropping it.

"I'll meet you in the car!"

Tommy walked down the corridor and towards the elevator, hearing footsteps pound behind him.

"You stupid bitch, you should have waited for me. Fucking hate you, so much." Fallon ranted, a smile on her face as they walked into the elevator. The silence was comforting for the both.

Fallon rested her head on the boy's shoulder , his body being slouched against the railing. As the elevator dinged and the doors opening, they both walked out and through the lobby. Their footsteps echoed within the parking garage as they walked toward Tommy's car.

"Can I have have the music privileges?" Fallon asked. Tommy nodded as he opened the passenger door for her. She rolled her eyes with a smile and got into the car. Tommy closed the door and jogged to his side, putting his key into the ignition. The car started with a loud hum that satisfied Fallon immensely. She loved  the sound of cars.

"Song suggestion?" Fallon asked softly.

"Whatever makes you happy, babe." He said, allowing the nickname to slide off of his tongue. It made her cheeks turn a dark red but she obeyed, playing her favourite songs. 1985 came on by Bowling For Soup and Fallon started screaming the lyrics. Tommy knew how she got in cars and so despite the freezing temperatures outside, he rolled down the windows so she could scream as they made their way to the Brighton Beach. After a few songs they pulled up tp the rocks and the ocean. They both decided it was best to just stay in the car and sit in the back in blankets.

With the letters, they were only hitting the fourth month that he had written it. They'd usually read two or three a night, depending on time. He'd read them to her and the ones that were far too vulnerable, she'd read on her own. She'd just be cuddled into his chest reading silently asd the heat spewed in the car.

With the vlogs, they were caught up to the month just before she actually left San Francisco. But this time was different. This time, she was filming for a video and she had a different video to show him. He had no idea though.

"I actually have a question." Fallon said, taking a deep shaky breath.

"What's up?" He asked, getting nervous. His heartbeat sped up. His breathing sped to match. His palms got sweaty. The things this girl did to him, it was insane. It was so intoxicating.

"I wanna film a vlog with you for starters. And instead of watching a vlog, I want to show you a video and get your opinion on a song." She replied. He nodded as they both got comfortable in the back seat, Tommy's vlog camera now sat up in the middle console.

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