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I want to be yours - 🐶+✈️

Involves: Buck and Tommy

Fix-it/ open ending bc yh 😀
Ignore that this came out a week after the episode.. which might be the reason that the ending is so open..

//- Buck -\\

"Wait- are you breaking up with me..?" - I stuttered, my heart breaking as I watched Tommy scratch the back of his neck.

"Yeah- I guess I am.." - Tommy muttered, turning back to face me. "I'll.. see you around Buck."

Wait what.

Buck?

He- he called me Buck. He's never called me that- not ever.

I looked at Tommy, who was already walking towards and opening the door. I went to say something. Anything. Literally anything to stop him from leaving. To stop him and listen to me. Words spluttered out of my mouth as I stood up but it was too late.

The sound of the door clicking shut practically echoed through my apartment.

He was gone. He's left.
He walked out. He walked away. Walked away From the last 6 months. Walked away from us. Walked away from me..

And I barely understood why..
He was scared I'd break his heart. But he just shattered mine. This hurt. Hurt so fucking much. Maybe if I'd kept my mouth shut we'd be on our way to the movies. Maybe if I'd kept my mouth shut we'd still be together. But no.

It felt like my whole world just fell apart right in front of me. It feels like the world around me, all my surroundings, are just crumbling and melting away.
My ears are ringing, and my mind is yelling and replaying the words Tommy had said. The image of the look on his face engraved. My heart aches, my stomach flips. Everything about me is just so.. sick. So sad. So heartbroken.

I thrust my hand into my pocket, pulling out the small key that I had gone and gotten printed yesterday. In hindsight I should have waited. Maybe not have even thought of it. The plan was that if he wasn't ready to move in, he could have this key as HIS key. But now there's no Tommy at all.

Should I go after him? Will he listen to Me? Is he waiting for me to go after him? Has he already left? What the fuck do I do?

"No.. no." - I muttered to myself. "No- it isn't ending like this.."

I rushed to stand up, grabbing some random jacket and slipping it over my shoulders as I rushed out of my apartment.

I didn't bother with the Elevator as I ran down the hallway, rushing to get to the stairs. I'm a fast runner, I can make it. If Tommy doesn't leave. And if he has? Well tough shit. We're talking this out. I'd drive, hell I'd RUN, to his house if I had to. All I know is that I'm fighting for this.

I ran down the stairs, ignoring the few odd looks I received from the other people who lived in my apartment building. It didn't take me long to get to the ground floor, so I huffed and took a deep breath before sprinting out the glass doors.

Looking for Tommys car, I remember what he had said. He had gotten a really good spot at the front of the building. He seemed really proud of himself. With that gorgeous crinkling smile-
No- not the time.

"Fuck- Tommy.." - I whispered in a panic, looking at all of the parking spots at the front of the building.

I started to panic, thinking that I was too late. Thinking that Tommy had already left. I was about to get ready to either run up to my apartment to grab my car keys, or immediately start running to Tommys house. That was until- I saw Tommys car. The grey truck that had driven us both to the movies, a cemetery once, work, dates. And thankfully, Tommy was there.

I ran towards his car, huffing as I reached the drivers side window. I gently knocked on it, an expression of pain, anger and desperation in my face.
I prayed he'd roll down the window, and thankfully he did.

"Buck-" - Tommy started, before I interrupted him.

"Shut up. First of all; don't fucking call me that. I hate that. You don't call me Buck! You call me Evan. I don't care what happens to our relationship, I am Evan to you." - I quickly got that out the way, glaring at Tommy as he nodded slowly.

"Alright.. Evan. What's- why are you out here?" - Tommy whispered, that same pained expression on his face. Which I didn't entirely understand but whatever.

Fuck hearing him call me Evan felt so right. I love the way he says my name.

"Same reason you're out here! You- you just broke up with me and don't expect me to come after you?! Obviously I'm going to!" - I yelled, not caring about being an a public outside space. "I don't know what I did wrong- I'm sorry if I'm moving too fast- but you need to tell me! You can't just leave, and not let me say anything! That's just- I wouldn't do that to you. Also- you say you're worried about me breaking your heart, but it's okay for you to just go and break mine?! I care about you Tommy. I love you! So if you think I'm just going to let you go without some form of a fight or an actual fucking conversation, where you let me fucking talk-, you're wrong."

I took a deep breath, before putting my hand up to stop Tommy from speaking, interrupting him again.

"I love you Tommy, so much. I probably should have told you that before I asked you.. and I'm sorry I didn't. If you're not ready to move in, fine. I respect it. I'm sorry for rushing you into this, but we need to talk about it. I don't want to break up just because I asked you something too soon- or because we both were in a relationship with the same person, or because your scared I'm going to break you heart- because Tommy I don't want any of that to be the reason we break up. I don't want to break up. At all.
So please- just come inside, and talk to me.. just have a normal conversation with me about this like an adult.." - I muttered, looking at Tommy in desperation.

I watched and waited, praying that what i had said had gotten through to Tommy. As he eventually nodded and moved to get out of his truck, i let out a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Thank you Tommy.." - I muttered, moving back a few steps as he climbed out of the car.

"It's fine.. your right anyway Evan, I owe you as much as a normal conversation.. Do you uh- want to go back up to your apartment..?" - he asked, the volume of his voice matching mine almost perfectly.

I nodded, guiding my hand out to show him he could start walking. I followed closely behind, fighting the desperate need to grab his hand, like I always used to. But I didn't know if I had any right to do that. I didn't know if Tommy would be comfortable with it.
So i kept my hands at my side, balled up into fists as we walked back to my apartment building.

As we walked into the elevator, Tommy pressed the level 5 button, and we awkwardly and silently made our way up to my floor. I glanced at Tommy a few times, pain etched into my face and a pit of dread and worry and fear in my chest. He stood there, hands shoved lazily into his pockets as he stared blankly in front of him.

"I'm sorry.." - Tommy whispered.

I looked over at Tommy, frowning slightly. I- I wanted to tell him he should be. For leaving like that and not letting me get a word in. But I didn't.

"I'm sorry too.." - I muttered back. I was sorry for randomly putting that big step on Tommy, and scaring him that much he felt like he had to leave.

No other words were said as the elevator slowly moved up towards my apartment floor. God this was so awkward. It wasn't a good silence, it wasn't a comfortable silence. It was an unpleasant, awkward silence. We hadn't ever been like this before..

Would we be okay after this..?

As the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Tommy grabbed my hand and smiled at me, leading me out of the elevator and towards his apartment door.

Yeah.. I recon we're going to be okay..

//- End -\\

1479 Words

Open ending bc this took too long.

Also- I have exams rn so writings gonna be a little slow.

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