He lifts his hand, slowly tracing his fingers up her arm until they reach her face leaving goosebumps and a warm trail behind. Then he moves just his pinky finger across her cheekbone, dragging along until he pulls the stray strands of hair behind h...
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January 3rd 2010
"No."
"Please?"
Tommie groans twirling around on her cousin's bed so she's lying on her stomach instead of her back and looks over to where he's sitting at his desk chair.
"No, Adam, I don't want to."
"No," He says, in his usual 'I know better than you' tone, tilting his head in a way that reminds her exactly of her aunt, "You're afraid."
She gives him an unimpressed look and goes back to looking over the back of the old Radiohead vinyl she'd pinched from his little shelf of records that's tucked away in one corner of his bedroom.
"I don't wanna be in your stupid X-Factor wannabe band with your junkie friends."
"Please," A sarcastic voice comes from the bedroom door as it's pushed open, the self-made 'please knock' sign obviously meaning nothing to the intruder. The vinyl is snatched from her hands and the single bed dips with the newly added weight, "We're at least BGT worthy."
She rolls her eyes sitting up as he moves the record out of her reach, "Don't mess with me today, Healy."
"Aw," He pouts looking over at her, lashes fluttering in mock flattery, "But it's my favourite thing to do."
"Why do you always have to piss me off on my first day here?" She questions, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.
He flashes his smile, wild curly hair falling in his eyes, "Because it's my favourite pastime."
Adam snatches the record back, putting it onto his pile on the floor as he raises a brow, "Shouldn't you be at work?"
"Day off to welcome Miss Thomas."
"Day wasted." She mutters from behind him.
Matty mimics her in a high-pitched voice and she rolls her eyes. He grabs one of her ankles and pulls it down to his lap, tickling at her socked foot causing her to squeal and grip one of Adam's plain white pillows as her defence.
Matty flinches as the pillow is brought down upon his head, he dramatically grips his shirt and flops onto his back to look up as he gives his dramatic act of a death scene.
"Tommie!"
She sighs and goes to the door, "Yeah?"
"Your mother's on the phone, she's been calling you. Come down here."
She inwardly groans but forces herself down the stairs. Matty turns to Adam as soon as she's gone. Listening to the footsteps pause at the bottom of the stairs, a faint 'hello?' coming a few seconds later.
"Did she agree?"
"No."
He groans, flopping back on the bed again, curly hair creating a large painting upon the plain sheets. "Why?"
