𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒, 𝐭.𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

09. mature

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WARNINGS: none:)

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tommy and i walked through tesco, the shopping trolley almost full with groceries and random things he certainly didn't need.

"you look so mature, pushing a trolley around and like reading prices and stuff." tommy spoke, catching up to me as i pushed the trolley ahead of him.

"do i?" i laughed, "what can i say, i am the mature one out of us."

"you're such a liar," he scoffed, "we're as immature as each other."

he was right, but that didn't stop me from shooting the taller boy a glare. "shut up."

"i think we're done– actually! can we get brownie mix? i really want brownies."

"yes, we can get brownie mix." i agreed, turning around and walking to the baking aisle.

we quickly finished shopping, leaving and putting all the bags into my car. the drive to tommy's went fast, and we put all of the shopping away before getting back into the car and driving back to my own home.

the smell of curry instantly filled my nose as i walked through the front door, tommy behind me. i'd make it known to my mum that i'd invited tommy over for dinner, and she wasn't against the idea at all.

"that smells fucking beautiful." i sighed, walking into the kitchen.

"language, valerie!" my mum shook her head, putting the curry onto three plates.

"sorry, sorry." i apologised, taking my plate and sitting down.

"oh, tommy, hello darling. nice to see you, it's been a while." my mum smiled as tommy walked into the kitchen.

"hi, louise." tommy grinned, thanking her as she handed him a plate. "my mum was talking about you yesterday, she told me to say she loves you and she's sorry for everything going on at the minute."

"oh, how i love your mum." she said, and i couldn't help but notice how she blinked her tears away.

her and tommy joined me at the table, instantly starting to eat. my mum always made the best curry– and it was probably the only meal that i always ate every last bite of without fail.

"how've you been?" my mum asked tommy, perking up a conversation.

"i've been good, just busy with streaming 'n stuff. how about you?"

rolling my eyes jokingly at the two, i spoke up. "i'm here, y'know."

"i live with you, and you spend all of your time with tommy. but, as i was saying. i've been good, thank you. stressed, but good."

"i'm sorry about erm, y'know, mark. i can't imagine how you're feeling." tommy hesitated with his words. it was obvious that he was unsure whether or not to bring it up, and he was trying his hardest to be respectful about it.

"it's alright, sweetheart. it's out of anyone's control." she smiled warmly.

i left the two of them to talk whilst i took my place to the kitchen, washing it. it was nice to see my mum and tommy bonding, they were my two favourite people and i knew that my mother was like tommy's second.

placing my plate into the dishwasher, i took a bottle of coke from the fridge, pouring myself a drink before joining my mum and tommy where they'd moved to the living room. "are you two finished with your mother's meeting?"

"no need to get jealous, val. gosh." tommy jokingly rolled his eyes, watching as i plopped myself beside him.

"jealous? no, you're just stealing my own mother from me, thomas. i don't appreciate it."

"be quiet!" my mum whisper-yelled, pointing towards the tv that played a random tlc show. "i'm watching something, stop arguing."

"alright, mardy bum." i joked.

she rolled her eyes at the ridiculous nickname, averting her attention back to the tv. setting my glass down on the coffee table, i lay back, resting my head on the back of the sofa with my legs comfortably on his lap. the two of us watched with my mum, until we got bored.

feeling the boredom wave over us, we shot each other a look, leading us to both walk up the stairs and make our way into my bedroom. we didn't have much of an idea on what we were going to do, but we did know exactly how boring my mother's tv show had become after watching intently for twenty minutes straight.

"what can we actually do?" i questioned, my eyes following tommy as he made himself at home, wrapping up in my duvet.

"i don't know." tommy shrugged, "we could.." stopping to think for a moment, i sat in my spinny chair that was against my desk. "i don't know! have a nap?"

"you're a smart one, mr simons." i grinned, kicking my shoes off and joining him in my bed.