𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐭.𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡

✮ detroit ✮

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priscilla
2 weeks later - detroit

"Tom!" I yell for what feels like the millionth time. "Look at me!"

He finally hears me from where he's running around on the stage, grinning down at me. I take a quick picture and laugh as he practically skips away, singing his songs.

I look down at my camera, looking through the pictures I have so far and there's a lot. It's very easy to take pictures of Tom, he's extremely photogenic.

"Hey!" I hear from behind me, feeling a hand grab my shoulder.

I spin around, a certain amount of anxiety filling me.

I'm immediately face to face with a girl behind the metal barrier. She has these cute black flares on her - similar to Tom's, actually - and a pink corset, pink body glitter on her cheeks.

"You're Priscilla!" She screams over the music. "You're so cute!"

My jaw drops as I laugh, flattered beyond belief. "Thank you!"

"Seriously! You're absolutely adorable!" She nods eagerly. "You should date Tom!"

"What?" I yell over the noise, leaning closer to her.

"You should date him!" She enunciates the words 'you' and 'date' then points to Tom when she says 'him'."

My eyes widen and she just laughs, patting my shoulder as she starts singing and dancing as if she hadn't just suggested I date the man I now consider one of my closest friends and happen to sleep with.

I shake my head and raise my camera back up to the stage.

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"Like the show tonight?" Tom asks me as I pull my jeans up after we had sex.

"Mhm. Just like every night." I mumble.

"What's wrong? Look, if you didn't really like it you can say that, I don't mind-"

"No, I loved it. Always do. I just...this girl said something to me during the show."

He instantly frowns, sitting up on the bed while I button my jeans. "What did she say? I'll get Malia to beat her up-"

"No, Tom!" I yell, laughing as I do. "First, she said I was really cute and adorable - that was great. But then she said we should get together."

He shrugs. "Well, yeah? Loads of people think we are already."

"What?"

"Have you not been on the internet in the past week?"

"Not exactly. I've been busy."

"With what?" Tom rolls his eyes.

"With editing photos, being with all of you and listening to your stupid new songs."