[Tom] Accio Mystery Man [Felton]

chapter twenty-one

I hoped I'd be hearing from him soon.

After a while of just laying in my bed I rolled over and looked at the clock 6:36a.m.

I honestly had know idea why I was up, but I wasn't going back to sleep any time soon. I strolled out of my room and went to Jess's diagonal from my room and pushed the door open just a crack to peek in. Jess was sleeping sprawled in her bed in her undergarments. My heart sank a little 'til Tom wasn't spotted. I looked around the room a bit more and spotted him sleeping on the bay window. Propped up with a pillow behind him still in his jeans, but his shirt lie on the floor. I wasn't really sure what to make of it so I just closed the door and strolled down to the kitchen. My head hurt slightly from being a bit tipsy last night so I took a aspirin and put on a pot of coffee, smelling the coffee beans while it brewed.

“Americans are weird.” a voice came.

I jumped dropping the coffee tin spilling the beans all over.

“Awe, look what you made me do.” I pouted.

“Not my fault you are so jumpy.” He laughed.

“You shouldn't sneak up on me.” I glared. “You are just lucky I already had a pot brewing.”

He just laughed.

“So did you treat my kid right last night?” I glared.

“She enjoyed herself if that's what your asking.” He smirked.

I shuttered.

“Who were you up talking to last night?” He asked.

“What?” I asked shocked.

“I could hear you laughing last night.” he shrugged joining in the clean up effort.

“Oh... mystery man called.” I smiled to myself.

“What is so great about this guy?” He scoffed. “He has blown you off and almost got you hit by a car. I don't understand why you are so head over heels for him.”

I shrugged.

“You don't know why you like him either?” Tom asked.

“No, I do. He is sweet, funny, caring, he likes animals, he plays guitar so that means he shares my joy of music, he loves movies, he says my laugh is beautiful, and he makes me utterly happy within the first five minutes of one phone call.” I rambled.

“So, you like him. How do you know he likes you?” Tom questioned.

“Well..... I mean... why else would he call me out of the blue just to talk to me... right?” I asked myself just as much as I was asking Tom.

He was right there was no sure fire way to know unless I asked him. This could just be all for fun and games.... but... what if I ask him and he doesn't?! Than I just make things awkward. Scare him away and ruin something that has been the source of a lot of happiness.

“You're right.” Tom said looking at me.

I looked at him shocked.

“I am?” I questioned.

“Yeah, I mean why would a bloke waist soo much time on one girl... and you of all.... unless he is really ugly.” He laughed.

“HEY! SO WHAT! I'd rather him be ugly and kind than sexy and a a-a a big big jerk like you!” I yelled getting in his face.

All Tom could do was laugh.

“URGH! YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE!” I said throwing the coffee beans in my hand up in the air storming out of the room, but stopping.

I turned around and marched back in to pour myself some coffee. Tom standing there the whole time mused. Then stuck my nose up in the air without a care and marched up to my room.