|| 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝗲 || 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 ||
Best friends, ever since they were practically in the womb, both of their moms grew up together. After a couple of faulty marriages, they decided to move both families into one house. They spent their s...
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—NOVA POV— -i robbed you! sorry!-
"Hi!" I got into Tom's car, leaning over to give him a peck on the lips.
"Hey, angel how'd it go?" He switches his gear back to drive. Tom's head, moved to a 90 degree angle, only his palm rotating on the wheel as he rolled us out of the driveway.
"It was actually good, she's really sweet and I love her parents." I smiled, getting my phone out of my back pocket.
"Oh yeah?" He fixes his rear view mirror.
"Mhm." I nodded, scrolling mindlessly on my phone. Tom leaned up, on the steering wheel as we turned a corner. His hand, finding it's resting place into my inner thigh.
I glanced over at him, suspiciously. He was going into the opposite direction of our house.
I soon, realized what he was doing. Once he one-handedly unbuttoned my jeans.
"Tom." I warned.
"Do you want me to stop?" He questioned, letting his hand linger on my lower stomach.
"No." I breathed out, sinking into my seat.
"So tell me what happened?" Tom inched down lower, playing with my waistband.
"Well, we were just talking about stupid shit at first. Then, I had dinner with them. It got a little awkward, once I accidentally brought up Ryan, but, it turned out fine in the end."
"Why were you talking about him?" Tom unzipped my zipper down fully. Diving his hand into my pants, I took a deep breath.
"It was random." I shrugged, watching him drive to practically nowhere.
I gasped, feeling him cup his fingers into the bottom of my pussy. My nails, digging into the arm rest. Tom, spread the lips apart with his index and ring finger, dipping his middle one into the foreign area.
"Tom." My head threw back against the seat, my body rolling into his finger.
"You want to get food or something?" He stayed un-phased, driving utterly slow.
"No." I shake my head aggressively, feeling his finger rising up to my clit. Rubbing in a circular motion. He applied deep pressure, my hand wrapped around his forearm.
"I'm hungry, so i'm going to get food." He pulled into the chic-fil-a drive through, removing his hand completely. Oh what the fuck.
"You're joking."
"No, i'm pretty hungry."
"You could've eaten my—"
Tom slapped a hand over my mouth, rolling his window down.
He ordered us some food, already knowing my order. Which I didn't even ask for anything to eat, yet he still got it for me.
Yay, I guess.
"Tom, I literally just ate." I whined, buttoning my jeans up. "Okay, so eat again." He handed them his card, turning his face to meet mine.
"I'm going to give you blue balls." I stared at him blankly. "Did you notice this?" He pointed to the blue rose, tucked into his rear view mirror.
"Don't change the subject." I glared.
"Anyways, your mom has to speak to you." He continued to avoid the, topic. Thanking the employee once he got his food.
"About?" I stole a fry, out of the bag.
"Fuck if I knew." He parked, opening the bag of food. "She didn't tell you?" I stole another fry.
"Nope, just said when we got home." He shoved the straw, into the hole of his cup.
Imagine, if he was the straw and I was the— sorry. My mind got lost for a bit there.
I squeezed his cup, the coke falling out of the straw. "Could've been you, if you weren't such a fucking." I stopped, not wanting to argue.
"So if you were, a squid—"
"Fuck off." I turned the other way, I was getting angry. Why would he do that?!
I'm not speaking to him.
For two minutes, that will work.
—
"Still mad." I told him, as we walked up to the front door. "Okay baby." He opened the door, stepping inside of our house.
"Oh good, you're home." My mom looked over at us, from the couch. Her laptop, placed on the coffee table. I waved off all the Tom thoughts.
"What did you need to talk to me about." I took off my crocs, and then my zip up.
I held Tom's hand, going over to the couch. We both sat down, something about this felt serious. I didn't know what it was.
"So remember, how Ryan's trial got pushed because the judge couldn't make it?" She started off, I glanced over at Simone, who had her hands clasped together. Why does he seem to make his way into every single conversation I have?
"Yes." I nodded my head slowly.
"Well, it was moved to today. I didn't know, until I got the call once it was over."
"They let him out?" I looked down at my lap, if they did. Then, he'd come back here.
I didn't want him to come back.
Tom squeezed my hand, enclasping our fingers together. I leaned back onto the couch.
"He got sentenced, five more years. No one testified for him, and he hasn't been passing drug tests." I brought my head up, a small sad smile overtaking my face. This was... confusing.
On one hand, the son of a bitch can go rot. I don't care, on the other. He's still my dad, and he's still an addict. He isn't better.
Tom trained his stare, onto my face. My thumb tapping against the back of his hand.
"Are we celebrating or crying?" He whispered, trying to figure out how I was feeling.
I dabbed my finger, into the corner of my eye. Wiping away some of the salty tears.
"Both." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his torso. I rested my head onto his chest.
It was different for Tom, he never met his dad. Which still, carried trauma itself. But he never seemed to care, at all.
"So do we scream, 'fuck that bitch!' Or do you want me to keep hugging you?" He rested his chin, on my head. I averted my eyesight from the fabric of his shirt, which had never seemed so interesting until now. I smiled a little.
"I say... fuck that bitch." I lifted my head, off of him. Breaking out into small laughs.
