Make You Smile

He's better off sleeping on the floor.

AN: Sad emo Mark is upon us again. 💔

Taylor's P.O.V

March 29th

I'd had a lot of fun on tour. But my two weeks were up. I had to go back to L.A. and back to work. The Greenday guys were really great, Billy Joe was such a sweetheart and we'd become firm friends. But the whole time I'd been here Mark and Tom had barely spoken to each other. Not properly at least. And it was just so awkward and awful.  Everyone felt it.

They only spoke about the shows and during them they did their usual banter. But after that encore they totally ignored one another. It was the worst. And I felt stuck in the middle. I wanted to fix things before I left. But I didn't know how. I didn't know if I could. Mark and Tom had never fallen out for so long. Tom had really hurt Mark. A lot. This was serious.

The trust they'd built over their long friendship was gone and I didn't know if it'd ever go back to how it had been before. That was what happened when you kept secrets even if you were only trying to protect them. Someone always ended up getting hurt.  My gut clenched. I was just as guilty as Tom.  Oh Tom.

Tom and I hadn't spoken a lot either. Which I hated. I missed Tom as my friend.  But he'd hurt and let me down that night too. And he knew it. I saw it in his eyes when he looked at me. He wanted to say sorry I could tell but his pride got in the way. Like always. I was going to have to make the first move if I wanted to fix things. But most of all I was annoyed at Tom because he was right. He'd called me out because I was guilty too.

It was my last night here. Mark was sleeping all cuddled up against me. I smiled as I watched his eyelashes flutter. Mark meant everything to me. And I knew that he missed Tom even if he wouldn't admit it. I knew he was unhappy.  I had to fix this. 

I carefully crept out of bed careful not to wake Mark. We were staying in a hotel tonight and I knew Tom's room number. We had to talk. Tonight.

I pulled one of Mark's sweaters over my head and pulled my shorts on. I slipped the room key in my pocket and let the door click closed. I crept along the hallway. Some of the boys from the other bands were still up partying. I could hear their voices and music as I continued down the hall. I knocked on Tom's door loudly thinking he'd be asleep. Within seconds the door opened and my eyes widened in surprise. Tom looked rough. Really rough.

He hadn't been sleeping. I could tell. His eyes were bloodshot and heavy. Tom had been ignoring me so I hadn't noticed, but it seemed obvious now. I glanced towards the bottle of José Cuervo he clutched in his hand. He was drunk. Tequila drunk. Oh boy.

He was shirtless and only had a pair of low slung boxers on. His hair was all messed up. Had he been crying?

"Tom we need to talk."

Tom smirked and rolled his eyes.

"Did Mark send you?" He asked bitterly.

I sighed. Tom was hurting and missing Mark too.

"No Tom. I'm here because I hate that we aren't talking. You're my best friend. What happened?"

Tom hesitated for a moment.

"You should go back to your room. Mark would flip his shit if he knew you were speaking with the enemy." He said swigging more tequila.

I rolled my eyes.

"Enemy? Tom he doesn't think that. You'd know that if you just spoke to him. Anyway...regardless you're my friend and I wanna talk. I'm tired of all this bullshit. Let's just leave Mark out of this for now ok? I want to fix this."