You and Tom have successfully gotten away from everyone else. It took a bit of work, but nobody saw you two.
Your friend was so excited when you texted her the news. She told you she already shipped you guys. (Comment your ship names!)
Tom suddenly grabbed your hand, making your heart beat faster and faster. What? You couldn't help it! Tom was as sweet as can be, almost familiar...
You shrugged the idea off. You had just met Tom Holland! He was a star and you weren't. You couldn't have possibly met him.
"So," He said, breaking the sort of awkward silence. "What's your name?"
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You told him. When he heard your name, he almost looked surprised, but he shook it off with a smile.
"What a pretty name. So, where do you want to go, (Y/N)?" Your name rolled off his tongue like a language of its own.
"I don't know. There's lots of things to do here. In (W/Y/L) (where you live), there are lots of ________, _______, and ________." (Comment what you like to do where ever you live!)
"Hey! I know where we should go!" Tom sounded very excited.
"Where?" You asked, you were becoming very curious.
"I think I should take the pretty little lady to U niversal! What does the pretty little lady think?"
Your mouth popped open, in a perfect 'O' shape. "But that's far away!" You stated.
"I'm sure I can arrange something. Plus, it's not everyday that I meet a girl as beautiful as you." He smiled. God that smile. It was so charming and adorable.
"But I don't have the money with me!" I said in a high pitched voice. "It's not like we can just walk right in to Universal!!"
He completely ignored me. "How many days should we stay?" He asked, like it was nothing at all. "Don't worry! I'll book two rooms!" He quickly added at the sight of my face.
You were in utter shock. Universal? Why would you go to Universal with somebody you had never met? You pondered that thought as Tom was furiously typing on his phone.
"Done." He said. "Every thing is all ready to go. We will fly today, check into our hotel, walk around Florida a bit, maybe go to the beach. Then, we will spend to days at Universal, sleep the night, and fly back."
"How is this even possible?" You mutter under your breath. "What time does the flight leave?"
He checked the time on his phone. "Twelve-thirty. It's seven. You have to get packed. I'm already good to go. My stuff will be sent to the airport shortly."
"Alright." You said processing all the information. What the Bob Saget was going on?
You led him to your car, and drove back to your tiny apartment. You found a tiny suitcase and packed a Spider-Man t-shirt, and two other plain ones. You grabbed a couple pairs of shorts, some flip flops, some Marvel Vans, and a couple hats. You grabbed a bikini and all your toiletries.
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