"Y/n!!" Tom screams from the living room making you jump in fright spilling your smoothie onto the counter top. "What is it Tom?" You ask clearing your frown. "Look what came in the mail!!" He says holding it right in front of your face. Pushing it away with your finger you look at the note on the package. It was some documents for his next movie Spiderman: Far from home. "I'm too sober for this." He says putting his hands on his head with panic. "Why? You mess it up when sober even." You say confused. "Exactly." He says. "What makes you think being drunk could help it?" You ask as he went through kitchen cupboards looking for a drink.
"Y/n, ohmygod! What if I mess it up again? Like always. That's what I do. Always." He says whining. Starting to get annoying for you with his childishness. "You're seriously like a man-child." You say rolling your eyes as you cleaned the counter top. As you turned around after washing your hands you find Tom holding a vodka bottle.
"It's six o'clock in the morning, you are not having vodka." You say taking the bottle away from him. "Y/n, I'm scared to open it." He says looking at it as if it was going to bite him. "Then don't open it. Maybe I can open it." You suggest. "That's an idea too but maybe later then." He says clearly wanting him to be the one to open it.
An hour passed and you noticed the whole apartment really quiet. Placing the book on the bed you get up to find what Tom was up to.
"Hi guys, so I got this package today and I-" but before he could finish his sentence on his livestream on instagram you rush to pause it. "Y/n!!" He slurs out your name pouting like a little child. "You are going to spoil it Tom!" You say ending his livestream. He starts to whine as he chase after you to get the phone.
After some hours you hear Tom mumble up words from he sofa. You sat on the single sofa with your hot cup of tea. "My head hurts." He says rubbing his palms on his head and down his face. "Yeah no kidding. You get 10x more childish when you are drunk." You say taking a sip from your cup. "How drunk was I?" He asks sitting up. "You tried to spoil the new movie info again." You say. "Did I?" He asks squinting his eyes at you. "No but you did something else." You say. "What did I do?" He asks. "You really don't want to know love." You say hiding your smile with your cup.
"Y/n, what did I do?" He asks resting his head on the arm of the sofa and looking at you. "You really wouldn't like it but it was funny." You say. "Seriously. What did I do?" He asks impatiently. "You had a conversation with the spider in the kitchen." You say getting up to go to the kitchen to leave your empty mug in the sink.
"Love, is that spider still there?" He yells from the sitting room. You look around the corner to find it on the wall. "Yeah it's still there." You say joining him on the sofa. "Is that the one who was there yesterday? You said you got rid of it." He says like a scared kid. "I never said I got rid of it. I said I lost it." You say.
He stays quiet for a while before speaking again. "Can you go make me a cup of tea, please?" He asks.
