Fifty-one days left until my birthday.
Today, we're packing until going back home. Jami says that now we live in Hanalei. My old home before they died. I might still have old friends from there. I was actually born there. Raised there until I was seven. Anyway, Jami told me that we share a lovely private beach house. We always talked about getting a place together after we finished high school.
"So are you packed?" Tom asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Hm? What? Yeah, yeah," I shake my head to try and clear it. "I'm all good. Everythings packed."
"Well, then..." he sighs. "I guess this is goodbye."
"What do you mean?" I ask, letting go of the suitcase handle.
"My flight back to London leaves in about two hours, so I need to get going," he says.
"I see..." I mumble. "Come here ya big dork." I open my arms, pulling him into a hug.
"I'll miss your sarcasm," he whispers.
"I'll miss your accent," I whisper, taking in his scent for the last time. He pulls out, giving me one last look.
"Goodbye, {Y/N}," he bows.
"Farewell, Thomas," I curtsy, and push him out of the door. He laughs, giving me a small wave as he walks toward the elevator.
Before I can close the door, a foot steps into the small space between the wall and the door. I open it and see Pratt smiling awkwardly at me.
"Pratt... What's up?" I ask, opening the door wider. A small head pokes out behind him. "Oh my gumballs! Is this your son?" The timid boy smiles shyly, hiding behind his father again.
"Yeah, this is Jack. Jack, can you say hi?" he steps out from in front of Jack.
"Hi," Jack says quietly, looking at the floor. I kneel so I'm eye-to-eye with him.
"Hi! I'm {Y/N}!" I greet, holding my hand out. He glances at my hand, then to my eyes. Without saying anything, he runs over, wrapping his small arms around my neck. I giggle and return the hug. "Nice to meet you too."
"Can you be my big sister?" he asks, his voice small but hopeful. I glance up at Pratt, but he just shrugs.
"Sure. I've always wanted a little brother," I agree, pulling out of the hug. "How about, I take you out for ice cream. Then you can tell me all about you." He looks excitedly at his dad. When Pratt nods, he squeals and takes my hand.
"C'mon! Let's go!" he laughs. I shut my door, walking over to the elevator with Jack's tiny hand in mine. I guess I'll spend my day with a five-year-old boy that just so happens to be Chris Pratt's son. Sweet.
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Price of A Wish (Peter Parker/ Tom Holland x Reader)
Fanfiction{Y/N} can't wait for her birthday. When it arrives, her best friend decides to give her a present. Like any usual birthday, {Y/N} blows the candle out after making a wish. But that wish might just change her life for good. Now she has to find out if...
