Nervous || Tom Holland X Reader

9

"Hell yeah mother fuckers!" I yell as I finish all my work.

"Y/N, language!" My mother scolds from downstairs.

"Twas not I!" I yell back.

"You're not blaming it on Grey this time!" Mum yells.

Grey was Kaleb's old imaginary friend, I say friend but I'm pretty damn sure it was a demon. That may just be because of how often I watch horror movies, but I'm sticking with it. Anyways, it became a tradition to blame Grey when any of us swore. Though Kaleb didn't like us doing it, we still all did it. I'm pretty sure when mum mouthed off at dad once she blamed Grey.

"It really was Grey this time though!" I yell.

"That joke's dead!" Dean yells from across the hall.

"I can't believe you guys are still using that!" Kaleb yells.

"Shouldn't you two be in school?" I scream back.

"Its Sunday you incopinent fuck!" Dean yells.

"Dean I swear to god don't make me take everything away from you!" My mother yells.

"Oh I'm so scared." Dean mocks.

"Dean Samuel L/N!" Mum screams. I hear footsteps rush up the stairs before the door to Dean and Kaleb's room opens.

I hear a faint "I'm scared now" before I hear yelling from my mother. I grab my phone before walking out of my room an running down the stairs.

"I'm going for a walk bye!" I yell.

"Don't think you're getting out of this one!" Mum yells. I quickly throw on some shoes before booking it.

After running for a few minutes I reach the small park up the road from the house.

"I...think....I'm....safe." I say to myself between breaths.

I start to walk towards the play ground and sit on an empty swing.

I gaze around at the people in the park. Kids playing, couples showing PDA, Parents watching their kids, dog walkers, and a couple of others under trees or on benches.

Then there's me, staring at children on a playground. I probably look like a pedophile. Some parent is gonna end up killing me.

I stare at the ground untill my phome rings. I pick it up without looking at the caller ID and immediately think it's my mother.

"I know youre going to kill me, but hear me out, I swear to god it was grandma who taught him how to swear!" I exclaim into the phone.

"Are you okay?" A males vouce asks.

"Oh thank god you're not my mother." I breathe a breath of relief.

"I'm not even a girl." Tom says, offended.

"What did you want?" I ask him.

"What are you doing for the next few days?" Tom asks.

"I was going to go shopping with Keileigh today but she had to go to work so I just finished my projects for work." I say.

"And for the next couple of days?" He asks.

"Oh I'm probably staying home. Why?" I question.

"Oh nothing. Bye!" He yells.

"Thomas Stanley Holland I swear to god if you-" I'm cut off by him ending the call. "Mother fucker." I mumble under my breath.

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