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Only for it wasn't. Because an hour later Tammy practically yelled her goodbye while hopping out of the car, waving frantically, making me jerk awake.

"There's sleeping beauty,"

"Is this was a hangover feels like?" I mutter. Tom bursts out laughing.

"I'm guessing you've never been drunk? Or stayed up to 3?" He laughs again, "Move up here to the front," He says, more serious this time.

"Toooommmm," I whine. I really wasn't in the mood, even with Tom Holland in the car with me.

"Pleaseeee?" He whines back. I groan and give in, moving to the front seat.

"Why're you so awake at this time anyways?" I ask. He reaches down into the cup holder and picks up a soda and shows it to me.

"I've been drinking these all night."

"How did you find us?" I ask, then.

"I mean, it's not hard to spot two people stuck on the side of the road," He laughs.

"Yeah..."

"So," He taps his hands on the steering wheel, "Where are we going?" This sends my head into a twist of thoughts. I was so extremely tired, but then again, when would I stay up til 3 in the morning with Tom Holland again? I decided to go for my health on this one.

"209 Cherryhill Lane," He nods and starts the car. Somewhere between my absolute tiredness and the jazz that ended coming up on the radio, sending Tom into a very adorable humming session, I fell asleep once again. He was tapping my shoulder when I awoke.

"We're here," He says, confused, "But this doesn't look like a house," He turns to look at his GPS, "Did you give me the wrong address?" I wipe my eyes again, trying to get me to wake up a bit more, then smile over at him.

"Nope." I pop open my door and step out.

"But we're at an ice cream place," He says following my lead.

"Exactly. I'm taking you up on that milkshake offer," I slam my door then start skipping with my new found energy from my giddiness. I hear Tom chuckle and follow behind. Remember when I said I was going to go for my health on this one? What other time would I be this happy with someone this late at night. Surely it's good for my health, right?

"You do realize you were just asleep in my car, right? How did, between how tired you are, decide to go out for ice cream?"

"Guess I figured I could always drink some Dr. Pepper," I smiled.

"How do you even know if it's open?" He asks, approaching the shabby doors. He's right, the lighting inside is dim. But I know my way around California.

"It's the best 24 hr ice cream place in all of Cali," I beam, "Not to mention one of the only," We walk up to the door.

"After you," He says holding it open. But for some reason, I grab his hand and pull him through with me.

And that was how our night begun.


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