currently rewriting under the same title.
@lucieh: @tomholland1996 my friend thinks ur cute
@tomholland1996: @lucieh who is this friend?
OR,
in which Brooks Smith meets Tom Holland through her best friend's meddling.
[TOM HOLLAND, SOCIAL MED...
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"Are you sure you have to leave?" Brooks asked, peering up at Tom from where she lay with her head in his lap, the two of them alone in the small cramped apartment she'd been living in― alone ― for nearly two years. Outside, the world moved on, blissfully unaware of what was going on inside the tiny apartment― much like the two sitting inside, one with long fingers tangled in the blonde hair of a girl looking at him with stormy eyes, the other peering up at the boy she couldn't imagine her life without, were blissfully unaware of the world beyond the front door.
"I'm sorry," Tom said, his voice silent― barely more than a whisper. He feared that anything louder might have popped the bubble they'd found themselves sitting within. "You know I'd stay if I could."
"I know," she said, turning her gaze back to the TV. "I don't like how it feels when you're not here, though."
"How does it feel?" He asked, curious, now his turn to peer down at the girl.
She seemed to contemplate her words for a moment― her brows drawing together as she thought. "Oddly empty," she said finally, "Like you've taken a piece of me with you when you go― which is weird, because obviously you haven't― and I've survived for twenty-one years without you before, so I don't understand why a couple of months is so weird to me."
"I know what you mean," he said. "I always miss you when I'm gone― I sometimes have to talk myself out of catching the next plane back out here. Life has become strangely boring without you there with me― I blame it on the midnight adventures, the lakeside wanderings, and all the forests you've gotten us lost in."
"I don't get us lost," she scoffed, "I just― take us on invisible paths."
"Whatever you say," Tom chuckled, brushing his fingers through her hair again. "I still say you got us lost." A pause. "I don't mind, though― I love getting lost with you."
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tomlynn are so soft for each other, i am lIVING
also i'm thinking about makING MOODBOARDS FOR THEM
