WATERWORKS, tommyinnit!

TWELVE!

WED, MAY 25TH

tommy 🥱🥱🥱🥱

tommy 🥱🥱🥱🥱
RAHHHHH

tommy 🥱🥱🥱🥱
hi

tommy 🥱🥱🥱🥱
😴😴

tommy 🥱🥱🥱🥱
WAKE UP

NOAMI !! 💓
dawg

NOAMI !! 💓
we're literally in the same apartment

tommy 🥱🥱🥱🥱
🤢🤮

tommy 🥱🥱🥱🥱
So?

NOAMI !! 💓
BREATH AIR AND TALK TO ME IRL

tommy 🥱🥱🥱🥱
no

NOAMI !! 💓
BITCH!!!

NOAMI WALKED INTO THE LIVING ROOM, seeing as the blonde greeted her with a smug smile. In return, Noami threw the middle finger at the boy, said boy acting as if he was offended.

"You're arrogance is taking up all the space in this apartment," Noami coughed dramatically.

"No I just think it's your perfume," Tommy retorted opening up his computer. "What's the brand? The smell of lowlife?"

"You're getting creative with these," Noami gawked. "But I'm afraid your baddie comebacks are leaving crumbs."

Collapsing on the couch, she quickly moved to take a peek at what the boy was doing. Something about twitch and streamlabs, she honestly could care less.

"Today was so exhausting,"

"What do you mean? We stayed inside all day,"

"That's the point, I had to deal with your ego twenty-four seven."

"Oh fuck off,"

"What happened to your comebacks?"

That seemed to shut the blond up, a smile creeping up on his face again. Wrapping an arm around the shorter, he pulled her closer as she browsed on Spotify. Spotting a certain playlist she covered her mouth obnoxiously, trying to hold back giggles. Catching the attention of her boyfriend.

"Whatcha looking at?"

"Your mother,"

"You're annoying, do you know that,"

"I get it from you,"

"What's making you laugh?"

"Okay, um," Naomi grinned. "So, when I realized I liked you, I made like, little  cringy  Pinterest boards and Spotify playlists."

"You did?"

"No, I'm a pathological liar,"

"Yeah, I know but did you actually make a playlist?"

Furrowing her eyebrows, taking a minute to consider what the boy meant before gasping in realization.

"Bitch!"

"You waltzed right into it,"

"Now I'm not going to show you the playlist,"

The boy pouted, sneakily trying to intertwine his fingers with hers. She held her fake-grudge pushing the boy's hand away, but Tommy remained consistent.

"What do you want," Noami questioned, letting the blond hold her hand this time.

"Tell me,"

"No,"

"Please."

"You ruined your chance."

"Please!" The boy exaggerated, tickling the other side.

Looking back at the taller, attempting to give him a fake death stare, Noami almost laughed again at Tommy's poor attempts at puppy eyes. Noami's head hung low between her knees, contemplating if she wanted to cave in or not.

"Fuck, fine," Noami sighed, a ghost of a smile resting on her lips. Grabbing her wired headphones, she plucked it in her phone, passing him the right bud, she shuffled the playlist. Sports by beach bunny.

"I think I know this song," Tommy bubbled, humming the tune.

"I feel like this would be the product if I blacked out," Noami muttered, covering her eyes with her palms.

Tommy snorted, pushing Noami's hands away. His hand reached up to brush the bangs out of her eyes. With a nervous smile laid on her lips, holding eye contact with the other, Noami could feel her face heating up.

"Are you really blushing because I fixed your bangs?" Tommy accused, looking at his partner with fake disgust.

"Oh shut it!"

Returning to her phone, she paused the music, making the boy whine sarcastically. Unplugging the headphones, she played some random Tyler the creator song, finally relaxing in the golden-hairs grasp. Hearing a notification ding from her phone, she picked it up again, checking her messages. Do you know what's crazy? Life does this thing.

"Holy shit," Noami gaped.

Where everything's perfect.

"What's happened?"

Then it's not.

"My sister's in the hospital,"

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next Sunday 😓