下∪匚Ｋ ㄚ口∪尺 Ｋ工ちち

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"𝖴𝗀𝗁, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇."

She was incredibly hungover. Tommy woke up the next morning with the worst headache. Apparently, the wine Mama A served had a higher alcohol content than she originally thought.

Tommy sat on her bed, groggy still for her sleep. She tried to recall all of what happened last night but came up short. She gave up on trying to remember, hoping that she did embarrass herself and got ready for the day. It was the start of winter break, the freedom for books and school that she had been waiting for all semester.

Mama A said she was planning a trip to New York for the whole family, both the Im's and Poe's. Phillip insisted that they did not need to go along with them, but Mama A would not allow it. She repeated that they were family now, and therefore had to be apart of all family activities.

They weren't leaving for another few days, so Tommy still had time to shop for new cloths and pack. Today was as good a day as any to go shopping. Today was gonna be cold according to the forecast so she dressed in warm cloths, though she couldn't help but wear a cropped shirt underneath her sweatshirt just in case she started getting hot.

Tommy walked slowly down the stairs, making sure to hold onto the banister as she stepped down. Her head felt like it was slitting open, she was hoping to find Mama A and ask for some medicine. Halfway down the last staircase, she came face to face with Beckham, who was walking up.

He stopped directly in front of her, on the next step. He was still a bit taller than Tommy, even with the extra height the stair step gave her. She looked at him confused.

"Uh hi?" She said.

"Give me what I want." He said as he looking at her eyes as they shifted between his face. Her eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what he's saying.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said.

He leaned closer to her, she leaned back. He had a look that she couldn't make out but the stare made her heart pace. A sudden flash in her memory made her feel like she experienced the closeness before.

"We had a deal. Now, where is the flash drive?" He spoke.

Tommy felt foolish and irritated that she let her imagination run wild and got her hopes up. She rolled her eyes, placing a hand on his chest to push him away from her.

"Beck, not now. I got a ragin' headache and I don't know where the meds are. I'll give it to you later." She sighs as she took a step to the side, crossing to move passed him. He stopped her before so could take a step down, placing a hand on her waist.

He looked over her tired face with dark eyes. Tommy didn't look fully awake and the pain of her headache showed on her face. He knew she wasn't exaggerating and gently pushed her back up the stairs. He nodded his head for her to follow him.

"Come on." He spoke.

Tommy was too tired to argue and followed a few steps behind him. They walked back up into the hallway the lead to her room, but instead of going into her door on the end of the hall, he turned to the door on the right.

Beckham turned the knob, pushing the door open to his room. It looked a lot like Tommy's, only his living area had bed against the wall. Tommy figured it was Hugo's. She couldn't help but look around the dark tone room. It was more sleek, a variety of dark blue and gray found all around.