|| 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— -IM SO SORRY FOR THE ROBBING😞-
I was laying on my side, in Tom's bed.
"One on your left." He spoke to his friend, his fingers tapping aggressively against R2 on the controller. I was so bored.
He should give me more attention.
I sat up in his bed, watching him snipe someone repeatedly. Screaming once he got the shot.
I don't know what he was playing, I only play Fortnite. All I know, is that it's connected to his computer, but he prefers the controller over his keyboard. I don't know anything else.
If I tried to talk to him, he'd probably tell me to piss off. He's very serious, about his games.
Eh. He can piss off. I'm his girlfriend.
I stood up, walking over. I stood, on the side of his chair. He glanced, up at me for a second.
"Hi angel." He sent me a half smile. "No Blake, i'm talking to my girlfriend not you." Tom fixes his mic, tilting his headphones upward.
I maneuvered over one of his legs. "What are you doing? I'm in a game." He says, I shake my head. Sitting fully, I scooted in deeper. Wrapping my arms around his torso.
"Are you okay?" Tom asks, wrapping his arms around my back. Gripping onto his controller, I nodded, my cheek grazing against his shirt.
"Do you need something?" He whispers. I shook my head again. "Let me just.... stay." I kissed the midst of his chest. Getting comfortable.
"Can I play one more match?" He scratched my back. I huffed, getting off of him.
"No, no— it's okay." Tom set his controller down, getting out of the game. He took his headphones off, pulling me back down.
I brought my legs up, encircling them around him. "What's up?" He popped the 'p', running his hands up and down my sides.
"Just missed you, it's boring over there." I shrugged, twiddling with my thumbs.
"Do you want food?" He suggested.
"What type of food?"
"Anything you want." He rightened his arms around me, standing up. Tom walked down the stairs carefully. "Our moms." I reminded him.
"Trivia night." He replied, taking me into the kitchen. I curled my ankles inward, getting a better grip. "Okay, we could either make food here, or we could go out." He says.
