June 3rd 2014
Tommie smiles when she hears the knock on the door, she tosses the last pillow onto the bed and walks over, grin dropping slowly.
"Oh, hey."
"Happy birthday."
She smiles, stepping aside to let Matty in, Button lifts her head from the bed and rolls over for Matty to pat her belly.
Tommie steps out into the corridor for a minute, glancing up and down for any sign of her boyfriend who is yet to arrive, even though he said he'd be here at 11 she's been on edge since she woke up at seven.
It's only nine.
"Sorry we have to do a show on your birthday."
She shrugs, "Not much we could do about it, not your fault."
She moves back over to the bed and settles on the end, moving her hand on the duvet for Button to chase after.
The bag that Matty had brought in with him is passed over to her and she raises a brow. It's on old fraying tote bag he'd gotten from a record store in London when he was younger.
It's heavy and when she pulls out what's inside she pauses, there's a collection of different poetry books tied together but the one that stands out most to her is the Jack Kerouac one.
"You got me a new one?"
"Open it."
She does as she says and pauses, eyes flickering up to him quickly, "You got it back?"
"Bumped into Gemma few weeks ago, asked her about it, said she gave it to a guy she hooked up with gave me his number-"
"Wow, really?"
"I said it was for you, she really liked you."
She smiles at that, she really liked Gemma too, they got along great and Tommie felt like they could've been friends. Had it not been for the crush she held on her boyfriend.
"That guy gave it to a roommate to read, that roommate got bored and gave it to a charity shop up in Liverpool-"
"Jesus, Roddy, what've you gone through to get this?"
"A lot." He says seriously, "But it was worth it."
"Worth it?"
He nods, tugging on a strand of her curly hair, "Got to see that smile again."
She sighs and purses her lips as she turns away, "Haven't seen it in a while."
"Matt, please-"
"Please what?"
She glances away and he clears his throat, dropping the strand of her hair, "I know I haven't been the best friend lately, it's just..."
He trails off and she raises a brow, "Just what, Matty?"
He lifts his head to look at her, "Cause I t-"
There's another knock on her hotel room door but she doesn't move, she raises her brow for him to continue on as a second knock sounds through the room.
"You should answer that."
She opens the door and smiles at her boyfriend on the other side, bouquet of pink roses and a little gift bag in hand.
"Happy birthday, babe."
He leans forward to kiss her, walking her backwards into the room slowly, hand moving up and down her sides until he hears the throat being cleared.
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