Tom DeLonge's Intern

Chapter 37: The Stars in your Eyes Light Up the Sky

Even though we hadn't done any skiing by the third day, the ski resort actually was turning out to be a lot more fun than I had originally pictured. On the first full day, Tom and I finally adventured out of the room after a late night. We visited the huge Christmas tree in the afternoon and then again that night after eating at a nice restaurant. That night, we drank wine and watched a couple movies that were on TV. On the second day of our vacation, we walked some of the trails that were plowed up the side of one of the smaller hilltops. It wasn't snowing that day so luckily it wasn't too cold, and we had prepared to be bundled up pretty well anyways. Tom had some prior hiking experience to begin with, so he kept an eye on me while we hiked, pointing out to me ways to know if we were going in the right direction or not. The trails were well lit and marked, so it would have been hard to get lost in the first place. I appreciated the sentiment, nonetheless. We spent some time at the top of the hill admiring the slopes in the distance and other mountain peaks. The best part about the trip, though, was that Tom went unrecognized for the majority of it.

            It was on the last day that the trip became memorable, however. Tom had the entire day planned out, which took me by surprise because I was the one who planned this trip in the first place. He had been putting together these plans in his head since the first day we had arrived, apparently.

Tom had breakfast catered to the hotel room that morning around 11am, waking me up with the smell of eggs and bacon. I fully awoke to him setting up plates at the small kitchenette table, cursing when he dropped a fork on the ground.

            "What are you doing?" I laughed, rubbing my eyes and sitting up in bed.

            Tom turned around like he was surprised I heard him fumbling around with the breakfast situation. "Shit. Hey, good morning. I didn't mean to wake you."

            "Weren't you going to wake me up anyways to eat with you?"

            "Touché." He turned back to what he was doing at the table while I went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Instead of trying to look nice for our day out, I decided to be comfortable instead, opting for a pair of jeans and a Macbeth shirt before joining Tom at the table.

            "How'd you sleep last night, my love?" Tom asked between bites, looking at me with his lust-filled brown eyes.

            "Pretty well, I think. Did you?"

            "For the most part. It took me a little while to fall asleep. You know how I get sometimes." He took a long sip of his coffee, then looked out the window.

            "You mean how sometimes you think about having sex with me and it keeps you awake?" I joked, stabbing my eggs with my fork.

            Tom's lips pulled into a playful smile while he stared out the window some more, then his eyes darted to mine. "Exactly. And then I get to thinking about aliens and my mind just never stops going down that rabbit hole."

"Oh, don't I know it."

            "Rude." Tom scrunched his eyes at me jokingly, then took a long sip of his coffee before giving me a shit-eating grin. "I know. You're the only person who ever lets me get carried away while talking about those little green dudes."

            "Not true. Sometimes that guy on Coast to Coast radio lets you."

            "George Knapp? Yeah, he does, but then he always cuts me off to go to commercials." Tom replied, grabbing his plate and mine. He put them in the sink, then turned around to lean on the counter while facing me. "Dude's super chill though. Sometimes he will send me e-mails with UFO articles and stuff. Ah, here I go again."