Tom's POV
Later that night
A night alone with Layla. Just Captain America, a couple beers and the two of us. Not going to lie, the beer is to give me the courage to finally kiss her. I've missed my chance to do so twice now, and I'm not about to miss it a third time. I am worried. The last time I almost kissed her, she moved away. Does Layla just not like me? Or had she just gotten too nervous?
I look at my watch; 6:56pm. Four minutes left. I look in the mirror and decide to change my shirt. Why am I stressing out so much? It's not even a date. I've never even acted like this before a date. I grab my olive green sweatshirt and put it on. Should I really be wearing sweatpants? Do I look too relaxed? I don't know anymore. Whatever, sweatpants are fine, it's just a movie. It's just Layla. It's just the girl I've liked for three years. Oh fuck. Is this really happening? Probably not. I'm probably going to wake up soon and hate myself for having such a life-like dream.
I check the time again; 6:58pm. Two minutes left. I can feel my heart beating in my chest. Should I wear this sweater? Maybe I should wear a tighter shirt. I am pretty good shape these days. No, no, no what I'm wearing is perfectly fine.
6:59pm: should I just go a couple minutes late? Maybe I would seem cooler. Less desperate and shit. What if she thinks I'm standing her up though? What am I even saying? This isn't a date. Or is it? Am I underdressed? What if I open the door and she's wearing something fancy? No, it's just a movie. Just two friends watching a movie and drinking beer. Yeah. Friends.
I look at the time; 7:01pm. Shit, I'm a minute late.
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Not Just Friends
RomanceLayla, Tom and Harrison are all best friends, but Tom has always flirted with Layla and she's always liked that even though it never meant anything. Or did it?
