Roller coaster 🎢 ~ (Tom Delonge) [Discontinued!]

C H A P T E R N I N E

Just a FYI I'm totally running out of ideas for this story, so thanks for reading this far :)

I came home late that night, smelling like cigarettes and cheap beer. I was fine with it but of course my mother wasn't.

"I'm not going to question it (y/n), but you need to watch yourself!"

I rolled my eyes for probably for what seemed like the thousandth time. I nodded and stumbled to my room, with my mom trailing behind me.

"You're so drunk, I bet you can't even tell the time!" She pointed to the grand clock that stood in the hallway.

I turned to face her and then stuck my middle finger at the clock.
"I'm not bloody drunk, ya' bastard!" I shouted.
(*I fucking love that video)

She grunted in anger and turned to enter her bedroom. The last thing I heard was the loud shutting of her door.

I kept wondering that night if my mother thought any different or low of me ever since I came home. She's been dealing with a lot and the last thing she needs is a mess of a daughter.

I sat up from my bed and looked at my clock, it was about 11:49. The red numbers were pulling me in to a trance with its bold color.
I picked up my cigarettes and lighter that laid in my nightstand.
I felt the coolness of the metal of the lighter and stuffed it in my pocket. I grabbed Tom's jacket and headed out my window.
I swung one of my legs out of the windowsill, I grabbed on to a near by tree branch then I made my way down the street to Tom's house.
I've been walking for about three minutes and I'm finally in his backyard.
I looked around and found a latter, how convenient...
I lined it up with the third window on the second floor.
I climbed up and knocked on the window.
I peaked inside and saw many posters hung up on the wall along with strewn clothing across his floor.
I knocked one more time and then I saw his frame come into view.
The first thing I noticed was his bed head, he really looked like a tired hedgehog. The second thing I noticed was that he was shirtless and had basketball shorts on. I would have blushed if I didn't have a killer headache.

"Let me in, I'm freezing my ass off." I whispered yelled.

He unlocked his window and stepped out of the way to let me in.
I pulled it open and stepped inside.

"Well howdy. " I causally said.

Tom rubbed his sleep dusted eyes,
"it's eleven (y/n), what the fuck are you doing here?"

I looked at him, deciding whether I should tell him about what happened earlier at my house.

"What? You don't miss me Delonge? I'm hurt." I asked him sarcastically, I laid a hand on my chest and raised my eyebrows.

He sighed and hugged me.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled.

Well shit, I guess he can read me like a fucking book.

"Am I that predictable?" I asked him.

"Nah, I can just see it in your face that something's eating you up."
He looked down at me.
"So what is it (y/n)?"

I avoided his gaze and bit the inside of my mouth.

"It's just my mom, that's all." I replied flatly.

"That's a bummer, she'll come around. Everybody does, besides who could resist this cute face." He pinched one of my cheeks and shook his hand.

I swatted his hand away and started giggling. What the fuck? Why am I giggling like a schoolgirl??

"There's the smile I like to see." He smirked back at me.

I never noticed how hazel his eyes really were until now.
It's like one of those cheesy moments where you felt like you could actually get lost into someone's eyes.
I guess it's just one of those times.

We both stayed in that hug for a couple minutes until I let go to sit by his window to light a cigarette. Of course, before I could light the end Tom stopped me.

"Hey! Hey! No smoking in my room!" He whined and tried to take the cigarette away from me.

Being the nice person I was, I did put it away. I set it down on his nightstand and stood up.

"Do you mind if I stayed the night? I don't feel like going home." I whispered.

He nodded, "Sure, I'll sleep on the floor or somethin'." He replied.

He got off from his bed but I reached for his wrist.

"Lay with me?" My voice shook in the slightest.

I honestly don't know what made me say that, but it's too late now. Stupid brain.

Tom followed me to his bed after removing his shirt and we both laid down facing each other. I gazed longingly at his facial features. I had a strong feeling that I was falling hard for this kid, and I was falling fast.
Tom tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and scooted closer to me. We were really close to each other at this point and I could feel his warmth radiating off of his body.
His hand then rested on my cheek and then he leaned closer, I then let my hands rest on his chest.
Is this happening again?
I felt his warm lips touch mine. It took me a second to register it and then I him kissed back.
At least he wouldn't forget this kiss, would he?
We eventually parted for air and stared at each other.

"I like you (y/n)." He smiled at me.

Where was this all coming from?

"I like you too, Tom." I replied.

I snuggled into Tom's chest, hearing his heartbeat. It felt soothing hearing the rhythmic pumps and the motion of his breathing.
Just having Tom here with me made me comfortable.
I rested my eyes and Tom pulled the blanket over us as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
It was not long before I fell into deep sleep.