Close To You (Adommy)

Love Me Forever

Park. . .

Tommy's POV:

Adam had driven to the park. We were just walking around the park trail hand in hand. I think it was going to rain due to the sky color. Gray colors were approaching in the sky. I didn't wanted a rainy day. I mean I like rainy days, but I hated when there was thunder and lightning. For some reason, Adam and I climbed a tree and stayed there. Adam was leaning his back on a branch and I was leaning my back on his chest. I found it funny, but Adam found it romantic.

"Want to get off now?" He asked.

"Yes, but for one reason." I said and he looked down at me.

"Which is?" He asked.

"I'm hungry." I said and he laughed.

"Oh my God, haha, that was funny." He said and I smiled. I wanted to hear him laugh for as long as I could. "Well, I'm getting hungry. Let's go eat somewhere before it starts raining."

"Okay." I said and we got off the tree. Hand in hand, we walked over to his car and got inside. Adam started the engine and drove to a nearby Mexican restaurant (cause I wanted Mexican food. Who doesn't like Mexican food?).

***

Restaurant. . .

Adam's POV:

After at least three minutes of driving I found a few Mexican restaurants. Tommy wanted to stop at a restaurant called something I can't pronounced. I'm guessing it was Spanish. It said Primo, but I know that means cousin in Spanish.

"It says El Primo." Said Tommy with a smile.

"Well I don't speak Spanish." I defended.

"Neither do I, but I know how to pronounce it." He said with a smirk.

"Bitch." I said.

"The bitch you decided to date." He said. I sighed and kissed him. He smiled and we walked inside the place. God I already felt hungry. Tommy dragged me to a table and a woman came over with menus, salsa and chips. "Yay, chips."

"Is it spicy?" I asked.

"Nope." Said Tommy as I grabbed a chip and dip it into what seemed to be a bowl of red salsa.

"What does the salsa have?" I asked and Tommy laughed.

"You have so much to learn about Mexican restaurants." He said. "It has salsa, onion, tomato and cilantro."

"Um...okay." I said as I ate the chip. Huh. Not bad. I like three or six chips...until the spiciness started burning my tongue. "You said it wasn't spicy!"

"Well, I guess I was wrong." Said Tommy. I took deep breaths of air as I tried to control the pain. God, I felt like I was on fire.

"Fuck you Tommy." I muttered. Tommy laughed and gave me his glass of water. I drank it and leaned back on my chair. Tommy laughed and continued eating the chips.

***

Later. . .

The waiters had brought our food (something with three tacos, rice and beans). We started eating and I was glad this wasn't spicy. I noticed most of the people in the restaurant were Hispanics, but almost everyone looked Mexican.

"Um, Tommy, can I ask you something?" I asked. "This just came up to my mind."

"Okay." Tommy said as he took a sip of his soda and put it down to look at me.

"So...um...I..." I took a deep breath. "So I've heard of some things that happen in cancer and...God, how do I say it?"

"Just tell me." He said.

"Your hair..." I said, hesitating to ask.

"What about my hair?" He asked.

"Is it real or is it a wig?" I asked. Tommy's smile faded. Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have asked. "I, um, I-I'm sorry if I disappointed you."

"No its okay." Said Tommy with a small smile. "You're just curious." He sighed. "Yeah, this...its a wig. I...my Mom has a friend who works as a hairdresser. She told her about my cancer condition and that I lost all my hair, so--- the name of my friend was Fernanda. She agreed to make a wig for me. My Mom showed her a picture of how I used to have my hair, so Fernanda did the wig and after two weeks, I went to the hair salon where Fernanda applied the wig on me."

"Wow." I said. My hand reached for his hair as I stroked the ends of his fringe. Tommy closed his eyes and smiled. "You're still beautiful anyway. Hey, can you show me how you look without your wig?"

"C-Can I show you back at home?" He asked.

"Of course." I said. I looked at my phone. It was getting kind of late. I smiled. "Hey, want to go to an ice cream?"

"Sure." Said Tommy. I smiled as we stood up and went to the register. I paid for the food and we left the restaurant. We got inside my car and I drove to a nice calm ice cream shop.