𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒, 𝐭.𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

08. looking back.

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WARNINGS: none:)

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my mum was at work, so i took it upon myself to pull the lift down and go up, pulling all of the boxes of memories from when i was growing up down. i wasn't the strongest, and stood at a whopping five foot two, so it was far from easy.

pulling the first one into my bedroom, i propped down on the floor and started pulling the pictures out. wiping the dust off of it, i smiled. the photo was of my dad, tommy and i. we were all cheesing, tommy and i's hands covered in dirt, my dad wearing gloves. i didn't remember the day at all, considering we were seven, but it was cute regardless.

pulling the next one out, i copied my past actions, wiping the dust away. this one was of my mum, dad and i. christmas morning ten years ago. this one was more memorable, but not quite vivid. i was holding a toy with a huge smile on my face, my mum and dad either side of me looking proud as ever.

the next thing i pulled out wasn't a picture, it was a usb drive. furrowing my eyebrows, i pulled my laptop off my bed, placing it in my lap. sticking it in, i waited for it to download and load. and then it did.

i pressed play, watching it start. i couldn't help but shed a tear as the video went on. nine year old me was dancing on the table, my mum and tommy's mum dancing beside me, tommy sat on a chair whilst eating crackers and not saying a word whilst my dad recorded. holding back my laugh was impossible once i noticed the curry down tommy's white t-shirt, only could i imagine the look on his mothers face when she noticed.

thinking back to when i was younger, i couldn't help but wish it was like then. we didn't have a worry in the world, and we were all happy. not that i wasn't happy now, but the happiness i felt as a child was unmatched.

i was knocked out of my thoughts once my phone started ringing, tommy facetiming me. wiping my tears away with the sleeve of my dad's hoodie i was wearing, i answered with a real smile for the first time in weeks.

"hey, tom. you alright?"

"i'm good! what are you doing?" he questioned, lying on the floor.

"looking at old pictures and videos, look at us." i explained, turning the camera around and starting the video from the beginning. "you've got curry down your top. nothings changed."

tommy smiled as he watched the video, once it came to an end i propped my phone up against the wall, moving my laptop and turning it off.

"that was cute, what else is there?"

we sat on facetime for a good while, going through all of the old pictures.

"i forgot what i was calling you to ask." he admitted, thinking for a moment. "oh, yeah! do you want to come and watch hamilton with me? i've already streamed and i'm bored, so thought you could come and keep me company."

"alright, i will. when?"

"erm, in like twenty minutes. i was gonna order food, if you want."

"please do, i'm fucking starving." i encouraged his idea, putting everything back into the box, leaving it in the hallway knowing my mum wanted to look through them. "right, i'll be there in...yeah, twenty minutes."

we said our goodbyes and i rushed to get ready, pairing leggings with a hoodie. typically, i'd wear something nicer, however i was simply going to be lying in tommy's bed watching hamilton so i decided to for a comfier approach. sliding crocs onto my feet, i got in my car and drove the short drive to tommy's apartment building.

realistically, i didn't know whether tommy actually wanted me to go over to watch hamilton, or if he just wanted to take my mind off of everything going on in my life. regardless, the act was cute.

putting the code into the apartment building doors, i went into the lift, smiling awkwardly at the other lady in there. i got off at tommy's floor, making my way to his door and knocking a few times.

"hey, ugly." he joked, opening the door wider so i could go in.

"hi, weirdo." i smiled, purposely pushing him with my shoulder as i walked past.

walking straight past the tall blonde, i made my way to the fridge. rolling my eyes at the fact he had almost nothing, i jumped as i felt a breath behind me.

"fucking hell, tom. could've warned me!" i shouted, turning to face him. "why is your fridge practically empty?"

"i've not had time to do shopping this week," he answered, "that's why i'm ordering food. i'm gonna do my shopping tomorrow, come with me."

"i'll come with you," i agreed, taking a can of coke from his fridge and shutting the door. "my mum's gonna make curry for my dinner tomorrow, so i was gonna ask if you wanted to come over for it, i know how you love curry."

"oh my god yes." he nodded, "right, hurry up, hamilton's been on pause for twenty minutes waiting for you to come and watch it."

"okay, okay."

opening the can, we walked into his room and i plopped into his bed, making myself comfortable. he sat beside me and pressed play, yawning loudly and watching intently. tommy and i watching hamilton was a regular thing, we each had a love for the musical and somewhat bonded over it. it didn't have to be hamilton, any sort of musical or movie, if we wanted to watch it we would watch it together.

it was our kind of thing, every so often when his mum would visit the three of us along with my mum would go to a theatre and watch whatever was on together. our families were always close, so it wasn't awkward or unusual for us to spend time together.