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

CHAPTER TWELVE

      I made my way down the street and staggered over to Tom's house. The after trip was taking over me, I couldn't focus while everything around me was still moving. I opened the back gate and climbed up the ladder to the window. I felt so panicked over nothing, the paranoia was getting to me and it was driving me insane. My hands were getting clammy and I was sweating an excessive amount. I knocked three times on a window and leaned patiently on the latter. Of course, I was so sure I knocked on the right window but unfortunately I was wrong. The blinds that covered the window were suddenly flung open and a girl poked her head out the window, just inches away from mine.

"Um... Who are you?" she stared at me with squinted eyes and backed away from the window. I took a long look at her, she had blonde hair and blue eyes. She stared back at me and reached over for something, I couldn't see what she was trying to grab since it was out of my vision. I stopped her from taking whatever she was trying to grab by holding my hands up.

"Just here for Tom." I showed a fake smile and then she nodded her head, understanding why I was at her window. She cleared her throat and scratched the back of her head.

"Are you (Y/N)?" she asked me and sat down on the side of her bed. She rested her arms on her thighs and held her head on her palms. I shook my head and held out my hand.

"Yep, that's me and you are...?" I dragged my sentence and waited for her to shake my hand.

"Kari, Kari Delonge," she shook my hand and smiled.

"Can I ask how you knew my name?" I rested my arm on her windowsill and looked around her room. At least it was better kept than Tom's room... Kari laughed to her self and stood up.

"He talks about you a lot, he usually tells me all about you." I looked at the ground far below me and faced her light blue eyes again.

"Good things though?" I asked her and I felt nervous, my hands were getting clammy again.

"Of course, I mean he's head over heels for you," she told me in a casual manner.

I blushed and wiped my palms on my jacket. Kari must've sensed how nervous I was.

"Y'know maybe you should scoot on over to the next window." she pointed her thumb to her right.

"Yeah, maybe. Thanks though," I thanked her and started climbing down the ladder, "Maybe I could see you around sometime." I reached the ground and looked back up at her. She smiled and nodded to me, then she closed her window. I gripped onto the ladder and moved it over to the correct window this time and ascended my way up. I knocked three times and Tom's head peaked its way into my vision. He laid on his stomach and motioned to me to open the window.

I lifted the pane up and stepped over the windowsill.

"Well howdy neighbor," I greeted in a bad impression of a southern accent.

Tom smiled and got up from his bed to walk over to hug me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on mine. His cologne was absolutely intoxicating and he felt as warm as a radiator, it was comforting to me.

"I missed you," I whispered into his long sleeve.

"You saw me just a couple of hours ago, what's wrong sweetheart?" he shifted so he saw my face.

"Everything." I dramatized the way I felt. I sighed then clung and nuzzled onto his blue long sleeve shirt.

He took his hand and lifted my head to look at him, I averted my eyes. I couldn't handle looking into his eyes because I knew I would give in. I'm not the best at "venting" and talking about my feelings, it made me feel vulnerable and uncomfortable. I was never good with confrontation either, my mother always made me feel this way. The thing was, I felt vulnerable with Tom too, but not in the same way with other people I've met in my life. It was weird and unsettling, to say the least. He made my day better by just being there with me or even flashing me a smile.  It felt unnerving to know he could do that to me, he's not even aware he could make me feel this way by just holding me.

He huffed and guided me to bed. We laid down, not even stirring. We just enjoyed the company we provided for each other and it was enough. We spent the day talking and we eventually got to drive around town.

We had our last stop at Sombrero's and ate in the restaurant. Not too long ago Tom and I stopped at the local park. We used the swings and occasionally pet dogs that were being walked around the area. We also came along to a couple of fresh flower bushes. I instinctively took a handful and made a garland (a row of flowers that are strung together). I took a hair clip from my pocket and clipped it onto Tom's head. I chuckled as Tom ate his burrito in contentment, he looked ever so graceful and you know, like an idiot too. A cute one at that.

It wasn't long until Tom brought me back home. I told him about the events that occurred in that wretched house. It didn't feel like home, not anymore. If I can just hold out for one more year, just one more year, I can finally move out and possibly live with Tom. We could live like Suburban royalty, no one to bother us and we could live as we please. At least, that's what I want. I wasn't sure if Tom would even make a change as big as that with me. It's a big commitment and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it either, but what's life without the leaps of faith we take everyone in a while?

I said my goodbyes to Tom as we exchanged kisses as a sign for our affection for one another. I didn't want to go inside the house, it's like it's haunted and it was out to get me. I stood in front of the door, I wasn't so sure what I was going to say. What could I possibly say to make amends for the damaged I caused to this broken home? Then again, did I really bring so much shame? Isn't this what most teenagers do anyway? I was only being experimental right? I didn't do anything wrong... albeit I did contribute to drunk driving and almost died but that's beside the point right? I knocked on the door and there awaited my mother. She had a robe on over her clothes and her hair in a birds nest. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her. Of course, this was a mistake, the second I hugged her, she tensed and never relaxed. I let go and words just started flowing out of my mouth it seemed. I just kept apologizing, I wasn't entirely sure what I was apologizing for now. I knew that ever since she seperated from my father, it always looked like I was too blame. At least, in her eyes.

Maybe she just doesn't have the heart to forgive me. After all, I'm taking after my father little by little. I inherited more of his qualities over my mothers and I absolutely had his attitude, but I was also inheriting his usage for alcohol. I always had some beer in my room, I usually got it from Tom or Mark. It wasn't long until my mother found it and it was soon enough before she started finding me drunk late at night. She didn't want me to be like him, to be a jaded cunt like he was. We talked about my father most of the night it seemed, the conversation wasn't going anywhere. Soon enough though my mother gave in, she understood that I was just a teen and that being a tiny bit experimental was normal. She just didn't know how to cope with it. We made up by the end of the night, but I couldn't help but feel the shame and disappointment from her when my back was turned. I wasn't her little girl anymore and it scared her, she was scared that I'll become a drunken bastard for the rest of my life. I had more control over my life though, at least more than my father did.