The Bad And Infuriating 2 ✅ 2015-2016

9. Weddings and Chocolate Kisses

I wake up. My alarm clock starts blaring. I push the snooze button, then I realize what day it is and get out of bed. It is almost nine o' clock. My parents are at work and Jason is off to college. He and Aaron wanted to do some road trips before their break ends. And Roland is at home with his new girlfriend. Susanna. They just met. But they are so darn cute together.

I get dressed and look out the window. Someone presses on the bell. I open the door, Tom is standing behind the door. "Hi sunshine how'd you sleep? Are you ready?" "Aren't you just a guest?"
"Jeremy asked me to come, for moral support. And my niece is very fond of me. So I was already going." He holds my hand. I smile. He opens the door for me and I step inside his car. I smell the scent of him. And a slight hint of roses. "Since when do you wear perfume? It smells like roses in here." He turns red. One of his girls. I knew I shouldn't have asked. "Uhm. I actually brought you something."
He gives me a bouquet of roses. My favorite flowers. I never told him."Wow. These are amazing. Incredibly pretty. Thank you Tom. Really I appreciate it."

We both lean in, he to give me a kiss, I to hug him. I hit my chin on his forehead. I wince. "I am so sorry." "No, no it is alright. It was my fault. Sorry." I fold my hands. I bite my lip. Why do I always have to make mistakes? I mean; this amazing guy, I'm in love with. And I should have just given him a kiss. Why did I went for the hug. We both stay silent for the rest of the ride. "Mia, I am really sorry. It was my fault." "Nope. I should have given you a kiss. And really thank you for the flowers. I love roses."

He softly laughs. "It's okay, we'll get through this, this awkward."

I laugh too."Yeah I am sure we will. So I stopped watching
F·R·I·E·N·D·S... it wasn't funny anymore."
"Why did you really stop watching?" "You weren't there, and it reminded me of you. I am such a doofus." "I think it is cute, I love you. And we're here."

"It is on like donkey kong." I wink. "I feel sorry for your bestfriend." "Why?" "Because my niece can be a real witch sometimes. Okay most of the times but still she's one of my favorite nieces. I have seven nieces. Amy is my favorite cousin. But they both don't really like you. Fiona hates you too. Jasmine likes you tho." "So who are you now? Blaire Waldorf? Serena van der Woodsen? You sound like a gossip girl."

"Well Amy has been forcing me to watch with her." 'Ah, that explains your love explanation. Woohoo."

I sneak a glance at Tom. "My parents aren't home, so if you want to come over, we could watch tremors 2?"
"Uhm, sure sounds like fun. Yeah. That sounds great."

He opens the door for me. I look at my cellphone. "It's 9.30. We're here early." "Why'd you paint your hair? It looks pretty,but I like it better the way it used to be." "I wanted something else. A change."

"Oh. Okay. You look very pretty today." I bury my face in the roses, to hide my 'full-on tomato' and smile. "So what made you change your mind?"
"I realized that well, I love you and that I missed you."
"I love you. Maybe we should start all over; with first dates and first kisses, would you like that." "No, let's just fudge with the rules of dating, I mean; we have been dating for seven and a half months plus two days. And I forgive you." "Wait what? You really forgive me? Oh Mia, you will not regret this. I promise you." I walk a bit closer to him. "Tom? Can I show you something? " "Yeah, you can."
I lean in kiss him. On the cheek. He turns my face to his and hesitantly kisses me. I kiss him back.
A car horn honks. That is Jeremy, my face instantly turns red. Tom simply shrugs. "Hi guys. A bit early aren't you?"

"No shit sherlock." "Sarcasm was never your strongest asset of your personality." "Just go and marry my niece already."

"It is absolutely fabulous to see you too Tom. But before you and your dick interrupted me, I was talking to Mia." "Tom & Jeremy relax okay. Or I will sing."
"Whatever. Go sing." "Jingle bitch screwed me over. Go to hell Jingle whore, go to hell, go to hell, go to hell."
"Seriously? How old are you? Nine?"
"Eighteen and a two weeks. Why? You jealous? You little wittle baby?''
Tom wraps his arm around my shoulders. "You just quoted Phoebe, season three F·R·I·E·N·D·S? Am I wrong."