Tom DeLonge's Intern

Chapter 30: Let Me Go in Her Room, I Wanna Take Off Her Clothes

(A/N: SMUT WARNING. I was totally not listening to Breathe while writing some of this...totally not imagining it as me. But I hope it was worth the wait! Enjoy!)

By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around, I felt a bit hungover as I woke up to the blinding light pouring in from the windows of Tom's guest bedroom. I forgot that he had white curtains which let in much of the Southern California sun. I groaned as I rolled over, sliding my hand down my face and checking to see what the time was on my cell phone. Seeing that it was well past noon, I decided to get dressed and go back to my apartment in order to take some Advil and sleep the rest of my hangover off.

I padded down the hallway to the kitchen where Tom was seated at the island, hovering over his laptop and scrolling. He turned around to look at me once he heard my footsteps and smiled warmly.

"Need some stuff for your hangover? I've got some Advil on the counter and some water out for you." Tom gestured to the other side of the island where a couple of orange pills and a small plastic cup of water were.

"It's like you can read minds." I laughed, patting him on the shoulder as I passed behind him. 

"I can't read your mind. Not yet. Not 'til I meet the aliens." Tom joked, breaking eye contact. "...and they probe me in uncomfortable places."

I finished gulping my water and pills before I laughed at his statement. "Alright. Let me know."

"Definitely." Tom responded, turning back to his computer screen.

"Mind if I head out? I gotta go home and take a nap until this hangover goes away."

"Nah. Go ahead, I gotta do this Modcam video anyways and tell the kiddos what's going on in my life."

"Is that a new thing you guys are doing?"

"We are attempting to. A lot of this stuff is just testing the waters." Tom eyeballed me over the top of his computer screen. His gaze lingered on me until I snapped eye contact. There was so much tension between us, even now after everything that had happened.

I then remembered that I didn't have a car with me. I could have called a friend or a cab, but I didn't want to spend money.

"Fuck. Tom, I forgot that you drove me here last night."

"Oh yeah. That's right. So I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say you would like a ride home?"

Tom was happy to give me a ride home instead of tending to his responsibilities. He threw on some skinny jeans and a Macbeth shirt before we headed out into the hot California sun. We listened to Angels and Airwaves' new record softly on the radio while we made small talk. Our route to my apartment complex was cut short when Tom pulled into the parking lot of Taco Bell, circling around until we met the traffic that backed up the drive-thru line.

"Good hangover food. You'll thank me later." Tom said, keeping his eyes focused on the line in front of him so he could inch forward. Once we were at the ordering box, he ordered a few tacos for us, figuring that was good enough to eat to help this hangover. I assumed that he had one, too, because of the way his bedhead hadn't been groomed and the bags under his eyes. Not wasting any time, we devoured the tacos long before Tom pulled into a parking spot in front of my apartment building.

"Thanks for the ride back, Tom. I know you have all this other shit to do today." I began as I gathered what little I had with me, including my apartment keys.

"When you're a rockstar like me you get to do whatever the fuck you want." Tom boasted jokingly. "But really, it's not a problem at all."

Fully expecting him to drive off after I got out of the car, I said my goodbyes to him but was cut short by the sound of his seatbelt unclicking and the car door opening opposite of me. He insisted that he walk me up to my apartment- probably as a means to further avoid setting up the Modlife website he was working on before we left his place. He was more than happy to not only walk me up to my apartment, but also walk me inside, throwing his keys on the small coffee table in front of my couch while I was in the kitchen. There was a small thud as he made himself comfy on my couch, spreading out across it and resting his head on the arm.