Recording In Session - Danny Gonzalez X Tom Holland

Danny Gonzalez

Tom Holland walked gingerly into his (totally small) master bedroom, looking around nervously. Where was Buzz? He was nowhere to be seen!

"Buzz?" Tom called, looking under his Buzz Lightyear bedsheets. "Buzz??"

Tom looked up at his portrait of Buzz Lightyear on the mantle of his fireplace. Right beside it was... the new Buzz Lightyear figurine he got?! Buzz had reverted back to his figurine self!

"Buzz!" Tom yelled, totally unaware of how loud he was being.

He rushed over to the mantle and scooped up Buzz, smiling jubilantly. Suddenly, a spark of light emerged from the figure, and Buzz began to speak to him. "Hello, Tom," he said in his DEEP, GRAVELLY, HOT, voice.

Tom VIOLENTLY blushed at Buzz, mostly at his voice and face that was finally animated in real life and not on his 1,000-inch plasma TV screen. He sighed like a maiden in love.

But it wasn't like he loved Buzz.

"Oh, Buzz-! I just had the worst encounter ever!" Tom whined, holding onto Buzz Lightyear, cradling him.

"What happened?" Buzz said.

"Oh, this stupid YouTuber Danny what's his face just broke into my mansion!" Tom paused. "Well-- I let him in, but still... I want him gone!"

Buzz took a moment to reply. He flashed Tom a toothy grin, which produced a flash of light. "Why don't you give him a chance, Tom? Maybe he means well."

Tom's heart fluttered at Buzz's smile and response. He really was an angel. Tom smiled back at him. "Well... anything for you, Buzz."

Tom placed Buzz Lightyear back on the mantle, staring at him for a while before turning to his door. He looked back wistfully. He didn't want to go yet... and he certainly didn't want to see his deep fake Danny what's his face! But Buzz told him to, so he would.

"I'll be back, Buzz." Tom said, an expression of longing on his face.

"Take your time, Tom." Buzz said.

Tom exited his room, closing the door behind him. He sighed, annoyed. He pushed his back off from his door and walked down his extravagant stairs, groaning silently. Danny was lying on his couch, a smirk planted on his face. Tom quickly approached him, seething.

"What are you doing on my couch?" Tom hissed.

Danny looked up at him. "Huh?"

"Don't play dumb with me, deep fake!" Tom Holland hollered. "Get off of my couch! And stop looking so comfortable!"

Danny yawned dramatically and closed his eyes. "But... your couch is so nice."

Tom had enough. He grabbed Danny by his legs and began to drag him off his couch. Danny shrieked in surprise, kicking Tom off of him.

"What's wrong with you?! I just want to get a video of you." Danny said, perturbed.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!" Tom said. "You have kids shouting that you're me– you burst into my house– and now you have the gall to make yourself all comfortable in someone else's home!"

Danny crossed his arms, an insufferable smile on his face. "I think I know what this is," he said, "you're jealous of me."

Tom saw red. "Jealous?! Jealous?! Me? Tom Holland? Jealous of a nobody like Danny... Gonorrhea!"

"Danny Gonzalez."

"Danny Gonzalez– Mandy Conzalez! Who cares!" Tom shouted. He pointed his index finger towards the front door. "I just want you out!"

Danny's eyes shifted to the door and back. He shrugged. "But you agreed to shoot a video with me."

"I told you–! That wasn't me!" Tom said. "You got scammed!"

Danny sighed, seemingly exasperated. He put a hand in Tom's hospitality bowl and produced a few skittles, throwing them in his mouth. He chewed loudly. "Tom, buddy, you agreed–"

"And get your nasty hands away from my snack bowl!" Tom swiped the bowl away from Danny. He felt like he was dealing with a child here. "I. Did. Not. Agree. To. Anything!"

Danny looked at him.

"And don't look at me like that!"

Finally, Danny stood up. He was about three inches taller than Tom, which annoyed Tom to no end. He was even shorter than Zendaya. Danny still chewed on those damn skittles.

"How about we compromise?" Danny said, eyeing the bowl. "I get the video and then I leave you alone forever. Or I can show up to your doorstep relentlessly. Pick your poison."

Tom inwardly groaned. He rubbed his right temple. "You know what? What is this video even about?!"

"Nothin' much." Danny said.

" 'Nothin' much?!' " Tom yelled. "Then why the hell–"

"Calm down." Danny said. "Just let me interview you, please. I'll leave you alone forever if you do."

Tom growled, considering his choices. Either let Danny have his way and do an interview for as long as an hour or have Danny hounding him for what could be months on end.

...Yeah.

"Fine. I'll let you interview me." Tom said. "Just don't take too long."

Danny beamed, grabbing Tom's hands excitedly. "Oh, I won't!"

Tom took his hands away from him, feeling like he made a mistake. Maybe he should've let him hound him for months...

But it was too late now, Tom realized.