Red Sweater Tom

Goosebumps & Laughs

After Tom told you everything that had happened, he had a break down. He was even crying. In the entire time that you've known him, you've only seen him really cry a few times. But never like this. You just stay silent and hug him while he cries, trying to make him feel better.

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When he finally stops crying you offer to make him some tea. You go to the kitchen and heat up the water the old fashioned way. You lean against the counter and wait for the water to warm up on the stove top.

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You begin to think about everything Tom told you and try to figure out what to do.

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~what does he want? Why would anyone hate Tom enough to do this to him?~

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You feel a hand gently squeeze your arm and you jump out of your thoughts. You immediately realize that the kettle is whistling loudly and Tom is moving the pot to a different burner.

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"I'm sorry, Tom," you say. "I have been zoning out a lot lately..." You don't know how to explain yourself, so you stop there.

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He chuckles, "oh yeah, I've noticed! And it's not lately! You do it more than you realize, darling!" He laughs again.

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"You know me too well!!" You say, laughing back. It's true, Tom knows you better than you know yourself.

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"Well, I know that you zone out a lot, I'm always wanting to know where you go.... What you're thinking about...." He pauses, then adds, "who you're thinking about..." He very quickly glances at you and there is a little bit of awkwardness. You don't know how to reply because, in all honesty, most of the times you zone out you're day dreaming about Tom.

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"Well...I was just trying to figure out what we should do about this guy. Do you even know what he wants?" You ask him.

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"No, he hasn't told me. It seems like all he wants to do is mess with me and make my life difficult."

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"Have you told anyone else?" You ask, then remember what Luke said when you talked to him.

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"I told Luke... I didn't want to. I knew he would want to call the police, obviously. But he knew something was up. I wasn't exactly myself for those two and a half weeks. He asked what was going on and he wasn't buying the 'nothing' I kept giving him," he poured our tea and handed me my cup. "I told him everything. He, surprisingly, understood why I didn't want to call the cops. But he didn't take it as seriously as I feel like it is. He just said to me 'all celebrities have stalkers, Tom' and things like that. But he agreed that keeping distance from you was best, just in case." Tom concludes.

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"Well...he doesn't seem like much help," you say, meaning for it to be light hearted, but Tom takes it differently.

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"At least he was understanding, y/n, he cancelled at least half of my interviews. He could have been a lot less understanding," Tom says very seriously.

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"I'm sorry, Tom, I was just trying to joke around a little, I didn't mean to make you all defensive," you say, then look in the cupboard for who knows what. You just wanted to seem occupied. Suddenly there are arms wrapped around your waist and Tom's chin is resting on your shoulder.

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"I'm sorry, I think we are both really tense from this situation, I didn't mean to get so defensive," Tom whispers right next to your ear.

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You try to hide the goosebumps he just gave you by wiggling him off. "Ohh sure you are..." You say teasingly.

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"Oh please, will you ever forgive me, y/n?" He says in a mock begging tone.

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"I don't know if I can!" You say, playing along.

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"I'll just have to tickle you then until you forgive me..." He says in a serious tone.

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You suddenly get serious for real. You HATE being tickled. "Tom, you wouldn't."

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"I wouldn't?" He says very slowly moving lifting up his arms to tickle you.

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You move along the counter and try to wiggle past him. "Okay, maybe I can forgive you..." You say still trying to slip past him.

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"No no, it's way too late for that..." He says getting closer.

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You get to the edge of the kitchen and turn around the corner and run out. Tom chases you into the living room and you get on the other side of the coffee table and he mirrors you on the opposite side.

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"Tom, don't tickle me!" You say, but have a smile on your face. Tom takes a step away from the couches so you go the opposite direction and the chase begins. You make it around the table one and a half times, but Tom is too fast and he grabs you and throws you onto the couch and starts tickling you. He's tickling your sides because that's where you are most ticklish and you are trying to push his hands away but the tickling makes you weaker and Tom overpowers what strength you have left.

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You decide to stop pushing his hands away and try to tickle him back. You hit his tickle spot and it makes him weak and leans forward. You both stop ticking eachother and are just laughing.

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As you're both laughing, you look up at him leaning down towards you. ~he is so cute when he laughs...~ you're thinking to yourself. His laughing dies down a little and now he is looking at you to.

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You start to remember the last time you were this close to him and wonder if he remembers, too. You remember him grabbing your waist and moving close to you. You wish you would've just grabbed his neck and pulled him that last little bit forward before he could answer his phone.

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That's when your impulses kick in. You don't even think about it, you grab his neck and pull his face closer to yours. You don't pull him all the way to you, but suddenly your lips are touching and your eyes are closing.

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~end part 12~