November 4th 2017
Her head is pounding. It's ringing. It kind of sounds like the guitar riff in I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor.
Then she realises that it is the riff from the familiar Arctic Monkeys song, and that her phone, which is just out of reach, is ringing.
She reaches one hand out but it's not enough so she forces her aching body to crawl towards it.
"H-Hello?"
"Thank God, I was about to file a missing person's report."
"Pheebs?"
"Where are you?"
Tommie groans as she sits up and looks around, she's still in the studio. But the freshly cleaned studio is a mess once more. "What?"
"Where are you?"
"Um, sorry, I fell asleep at the studio," She looks around at the mess, her new journal that she'd gotten from George is open on the coffee table, the little baggie being used as a bookmark for a different page.
"The studio?" There's a dull ache in her head, or maybe it's her jaw. No, it's definitely her nose. Her mouth is dry and she fumbles until she finds a half empty can of dr pepper Matty had left behind, "What are you doing there?"
"I was working on something."
"Is everything okay?"
She looks around. No, she can't remember much and her mind is fuzzy.
"Yeah... yeah, um, I'll just finish up here and be back."
"Tom?"
"Hmm?"
Phoebe's silent for too long on the other end of the phone and Tommie moves her hand back to look if she's hung up or not.
"Matty's put himself into rehab."
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December 1st 2017
Tommie's back in her little Welsh house. She's decided to give Phoebe space for the next few months and to take some time to herself (and Button.)
But the doorbell rings one Friday morning and her brow raises as she drags herself away from her Criminal Minds marathon to answer it.
"Hiy- Gabby?"
The Australian model moves from foot to foot, trying to contain an excited Allen who jumps towards the redhead the moment he sees her. "Hi."
Tommie stares at her, ignoring Button and Allen who reunite on her porch. "Can I- come in?"
"Sure, yes, of course, yes, come in."
She holds the door open and Gabby steps in, but when it closes behind her she doesn't move into the living room, she stays in the hallway looking at the frames hung on the wall.
"Is everything okay?"
Gabby lets go of Allen's lead allowing the dog to run after Button who's gone out to the back garden. Then she fishes into the pocket of her puffer coat grasping a little brown notebook.
"Caleb came to the old flat, dropped this off for you."
She takes the book gently and then rubs her thumb over the cover, "Thank you."
Gabby nods, "I've talked with Jamie," She tells her, "He said everything is going through good, looks like you're gonna win."
"Yeah."
The silence that stretches is awkward, Tommie's too afraid to say anything in fear of it being the wrong thing.
"Can I ask a favour?"
She doesn't respond, so Gabby goes on anyway, "Can you- have Allen? I just- I can't, and he's always loved you, and you have Button, so I thought... I thought that, you know-"
"Sure."
Gabby nods, "Thank you."
She lets her eyes travel the frames again, she notices that the one that used to hold a photo of Matty and Tommie in New York, huge marshmallow coats and the dog's leads in hands is gone. It's been replaced with a picture from the same day of Button and Allen sharing a hotdog.
"Do you want a cup-"
"I should go."
Gabby purses her lips, "I'm going back to Australia."
"What about Matty?"
She shakes her head, "He broke up with me."
"What?"
She looks at her shoes, "The day he put himself into rehab, he called me, broke up with me and disappeared."
"Gabs, I'm-"
"I think it needed to happen. We haven't been the same since-" She cuts herself off, she doesn't want to blame Tommie, she knows it was technically Caleb's fault that Matty found out about Tommie's feelings in the first place.
"I've got a plane to catch." Tommie nods then and opens the door for her.
Gabby stops before she takes the first step out the door and lets her hand land on Tommie's shoulders. "I'm sorry we couldn't be friends in the end."
"We still can," Tommie tries, one final attempt. "We can still be friends."
Gabby shakes her head, "No, we can't."
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