Tori's POV
I followed Tamara to her apartment. When she opened the door, the place was surprisingly small, but also clean.
"Your sleeping on the couch," Tamara said as I sat on her couch. It was actually surprisingly comfy.
"Okay," I said. Tamara grabbed a blanket and a pillow and tossed- more like threw them at me. "Thanks." I caught the pillow, but the blanketing me in the stomach. I googled, then set the pillow at one end of the couch. I then took the blanket and spread it out. I had taken off my black convers, and set them on a mat were Tamara had put her shoes.
"Good night, Commie. You can whatch T.V. if you want, but I better not catch you watching hentai, you pervert," Tamara said and walked to her room. Instead of hentai, I turned on an anime.
Instead of whatching it, I scrolled through the photos on my phone. I ended up finding a picture of Tamara kissing me on the cheek. I teared up a little.
Tamara's POV
I found myself on my phone looking at that photo from about six or seven months ago. It was the one of drunk me kissing Tori. Suddenly, I got a text from Ell.
It was the photo of me kissing Tori.
"Remember this? Well I know you don't remember it specifically, but I mean the picture," Ell texted.
"Mhm," I texted back. I ended up passing out shortly after that.
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Crazy Love
FanficTamara is perfectly happy, but when Tori comes back from the Big City, her mood takes a nose dive. Then Tori blows up the house. Ell, Tamara and Matilda move into apartments. What happens when Tori comes back AGAIN asking for forgiveness?
