What Makes This Fragile World Go Round [Tom/Mark]/[Mark/Tom/Matt]

1: The Night of Pain in the Heart

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Confronting Mark was awkward as hell. When he'd been invited to the 4th of July party, no one told him Mark would be there. He'd expected all kinds of musicians, yeah, but never Mark.

Travis was there, too. But Tom was still friends with Travis. There was less awkwardness.

But the most awkward thing was confronting Matt Skiba. His 'replacement'. At some point they were friends.

He tried not to show his hurt. He said a professional (as professional as Tom DeLonge can get) hello to the trio and quickly turned tail to find his own band mates.

His eyes scanned the crowd of people inside the building in search of David. David Kennedy was probably the tallest dude at the party, so he should've been easy to find, but Tom could not locate the man whatsoever.

"Outside," Tom mumbled. "He must be outside." Tom hadn't been outside yet, but from what he's heard, the pool is pretty chill, and the grass is the perfect place to sit and watch the fireworks. He squints as he goes outside, trying to find the tall man. The sun has gone down, leaving just enough light for Tom to make out David standing against the wall talking to a pair of dudes.

"David!" Tom called, speedily walking over. As he approached, he noticed of of the dudes to be Matt Wachter. They nodded at each other in greeting before Matt and the other person backed away to give them private. "David, dude," Tom practically shoved David against the wall. "You gotta help me."

"Well hello to you too. Please let me go."

"Where's Ilan?" Tom looked around hoping to find the curly mass of hair. "I was pretty sure he was following you around like a lost puppy earlier."

"He made some friends. Now please let me go our dicks are almost touching and it's uncomfortable."

Tom took a step back. "Mark and Travis are here."

"Ok..?"

"But, as a band..."

"Did they bring your replacement?"

"Matthew Skiba is not my replacement!" Tom snapped. "But he's here too! I had to say hi to them!"

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and' David!? You did not see the way that weasel was practically leaning on Mark!"

David placed his hand on Tom's shoulder,
"Chill."

"Right." Tom nodded. "You're right, I'm over reacting...but...Mark didn't even smile at me when I said hi!"

"Did you smile?"

"Well, no! But..."

"Then what's the big deal? You're getting worked up over nothing. Just relax and...go pick a spot to watch the fireworks. They should be starting in a couplve minuets." David said, turning Tom around and nudging him toward the grass.

When David reunited with Tom a couple of minuets later, the frontman was standing behind the guests that were all sitting out on lawn chairs or in the grass. Instead of watching the fireworks in the sky, his eyes were trained on the pair sitting not too far away. Matt Skiba and Mark.

Tom was fuming.

Mark was laying down in the grass with his hands behind his head. Matt was laying perpendicular to Mark, his head was pillowed on Mark's stomach. They were laughing at something Mark had said and it only made Tom angrier.