Tom Holland Fanfic

Nerf gun war

You had just gotten home. It had been a long week at the office. You were almost to Toms and your apartment. You guys have been dating for the past year. He was always in charge of planing fun dates, this date was probably the best.

You went to unlock the door of your shared apartment. When you walked in you instantly saw a note that read: This is going to be so much fun. Here is your gun and here are some bullets. I have already built forts, but I am going to let you choose the one you want. Make sure you are in comfy clothes because we are going to be running around.
Love,
Tom.
You grabbed the nerf gun and bullets and headed to your shared room. You put the nerf supplies on your chest of drawers, and grabbed one of Toms shirts and a pair of shorts . You then headed to the bathroom, put your hair in a high ponytail, and put eyeliner on under your eyes to make it look like war paint. Walking out of the bathroom you grabbed your stuff and went to find Tom. "Tommy, Tom, Tom, T., THOMAS!" What he came around the corner of the spare room and had a worried look on his face. "Babe it's just me." You kissed him. "Are you ready?" Yeah, this is probably the coolest date so far. You replied. He grabbed your hand and headed towards the lounge.
When you arrived there both of the sofas were flipped over, chairs and blankets were everywhere, and sofa cushions were placed on the floor. "How long did this take you?" Not long Haz came and helped. Which one do you want Love?" You pointed to the one closer to the door. You wanted this one so Tom didn't end up shooting at the TV. You ran over there and started to load your gun. You didn't wait for Tom to finish loading, you instantly started to shoot at him. When he turned around to shoot you hid under a blanket. You couldn't help but giggle, you tried to be quiet but just couldn't. You could see Tom creeping closer to your base through a crevasse in the chair. You shot him through the crevasse, he was very dramatic. He fell on the floor, pretending to be dying, he gasped for air saying "Love, why did you shoot me?" You giggled. He then jumped up, pulled the blanket from on top of you, and then cocked his gun. You automatically jumped up, put your finger on the trigger, and said. "Better back away Mr. Holland, think about what you doing." You pulled the trigger, Tom fell to the ground, but you didn't hit him. "Tom are you okay?" Now I am. He replied shooting you in the foot. You just ran back to your fort. Tom stared at you as you tried to control you giggling. "What?" "Nothing just admiring you beauty." You fell on the ground with your smile to the wood floor. "That's not gunna get you anywhere T." You then got up and chased him around the apartment shooting him for the rest of the evening.

I'm super bored it's been rainy all day and so I thought I'd write a story. I hope you liked it.
Bye,
Sydney G.