[Unfinished.]PHOTOGENIC LOVER ♡ Tommyinnit X MALEReader

CH 5. Electrify my heart

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I waited and waited and waited for the final lecture to be finished. Going to detention with Tommy was so thrilling. Something about him made me driven to get to know him, to see who he really was inside, i knew he had something in him. Maybe I just needed to spend more time with him to break his hard shell.

Luckily I'd been able to hand in my assessments in, I doubt I'd get an excelling mark, but a good enough mark to get me into the production i hope. This year's production was 'Be More Chill', and I really wanted to be Michael. As I'd hoped, spare time went by fast, and it was 3 O'clock. I grabbed my revision sheet from my English professor, and rushed out the door.

I ran across the college to CH4. When I'd got to the class, i straightened up my shirt, and walked in casually. I was met with Tommy sitting on one of the tables, observing what looked like a camera. He looked intrigued with it, and looked like he was going to take a photo of the outside view. "Photo bomb!" I chirped moving my hand in front of the photo as soon as he clicked, he seemed frightened by my appearance, he must've been so focused he didn't hear me.

"Fucken' hell! Don't do that!" He irritatedly squeaked and shoved the camera in his bag. "Didn't know you took photos," I hummed. "I don't, i just-" "Hold the camera up to your eyes and click a button which captures the seen in front of you?"  I said cunningly. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me~" I said, to which he scoffed.

As we cleaned, i noticed he was more aggressive and annoyed then usual, probably due to the fiasco in the hallway. He was scrubbing a desk really rough, it was scratching paint away. Occasionally as he scrubbed he was grunt angrily due to not getting a mark or stain out of something, like in this case, he couldn't remove the graffiti of a male genital of the desk, and it was pissing him off.

"Aghhh..." he scrubbed more and more. I stopped to look at him, this cleaning wasn't helping. "Hmmm...UGH FUCKING CLEAN!!" He cried and threw the cloth across the room. "Hey hey! Chill dude!" I said placing my hand on his shoulder in a attempt to calm him down i guess, it didn't work. "Don't "dUdE" ME!" He said smacking my hand off his shoulder, it kinda stung. "I'm PISSED OFF," he barked. "Whys that?" I asked, fully knowing the answer.

"Because its all Dreams fault the my school lifes SHIT and that we're stuck in here for LONGER!" he shouted. "Wasn't it kinda both of our faults that we're here?" I noted. "AGH SHUT UP IT DOESN'T MATTER!" he yelled. He seemed like the person to bottle everything inside of him and try his best to ignore it. His shell's cracked, the bottles cracking. Maybe i just needed to break it.

"Well in a way it's kinda your fault we're in this mess," i shrugged. He didn't like that. "WHAT!? HA! WHA-AT??? SERIOUSLY? YOU'RE ONE TO TALK MR. 10 MISSING ASSIGNMENTS!" he scoffed. "WELL! YOU'RE NOT PERFECT EITHER MR. EMO OUT HERE HATING EVERYONE FOR NO REASON!" I yelled back, a snarky grin on my face. "DO YOU WANNA GO?" He challenged, pulling up his fists. "Bring it on twinky," I smirked.

Yeah, we fought in the classroom. Not a smart thing, but it wasn't because i was offended or anything. He needed a way to let out his emotions, and as strange as it sounds, fighting would drain out all that mental baggage. By the end of it, my lip was bleeding were he'd punched me, and his nose had started to bleed again from last time, and me kicking him in the face. I had a bruise on my collar bone, and scratches on my legs. His wrist was bruised and he also had scratches on his legs and arms.

We were standing tiredly, exhausted and drained. We breathed heavily and out of sync as we stared at eachother. Sooner or later, we both tiredly smiled at eachother. I think i might've just broken his shell a bit. "Ah, alright cmon, I'm gonna patch you up, I'd say we're done cleaning here," i sighed and ushered him my way as i walked over to the door and grabbed my bag. "Wait what?" He gasped for air. "You want your nose to bleed over the floor you just cleaned?" I smirked. He rolled his eyes playfully and followed me out of the room.

We made it across campus and to my dormitory. "Whoops, sorry it might be a bit messy," I said unlocking and opening the door to my dorm room. I walked in and threw my bag on the floor next to my desk. I looked over to him, and his jaw dropped face stare at my posters and photos. He looked like a goldfish. "Oi! You good?" I smirked. He jumped back into the world, and looked a bit nervous. "Your dorms very,cool, and decorative," he murmured.

"Hah, i appreciate it but uh, its just random shit," I chuckled. "Over here," i ushered him to me as I grabbed my first aid kit. I sat down and rummaged through the pack to find plasters, bandages, tissue, and antiseptic cream. He stood awkwardly next to my bed. "Well sit down! My god this isn't an art museum you can touch things," i laughed lightly as he nervously sat down next to me.

"Alright hold this tissue over your nose," i said passing him some tissues, he did as told. "Now give me your hand," i asserted. He looked flustered for a moment. "What do you think im gonna kiss it? I'm just gonna help it," i smiled. "I wasn't thinking of that!" He retorted. "I don't care what you thought give me your hand," i ordered. He rolled his eyes and placed his hand in mine. They were soft, his hands. I tried not to pay any mind to it as i patched him up.

We accidentally ended up talking for awhile in my dorm. Awhile meaning an hour and a half. He's not the stubborn, annoyed, wreckless guy he's made out to be. He's funny, got a lovely smile, talented, and very talkative. Yeah, I like this Tommy more. "Shit its like 6PM, I should get going," he awkwardly chuckled. "Ah true, i need to study aswell," i stretched. He grabbed his back and made his way to the door. "Well, I'll see you later [Y/N]," he beamed. "Seeya Tommy," I smiled. With that he smiled and left.

I sighed and started scrolling on my phone. Seconds later i heard aggressive knocking at my door. I anxiously got up and opened the door. "[Y/N]!" Tommy breathed unevenly. "Pfft were you running?" I asked. "Doesn't matter- um, here's my phone number," he said nervously handing me a small slip of paper with a series of numbers on it. My eyes widened at the sight. Tommy gave me his number?

"Just incase you wanna talk more..." he murmured. I smirked at the paper at him. "I will, thanks Tommy," "No worries, uh, goodnight!" He cheered. "G'Night!" I waved, then closed the door.

I've never felt so electrified.

Guys i remembered this was the 16th chapter! Thankgod

Also do i smell character development??????

This few chapters are more like a test run, if this goes well, ive got so many more ideas for this story :DD

- Jacks