Life is Just Another Rom-Com (a dofia fanfiction)

right here, right now

"Wake up, mighty mouse." Thomas chuckles as he hits Dove with a pillow, watching her groan and cover her head as he continues on annoying her, blasting music loudly, shouting at the top of his lungs, removing her blanket, calling in China to yell at her, yes, he has done everything. Dove didn't budge a single bit.

He groans, admitting defeat and was about to leave her alone when he smirks to himself, taking his phone once more and contacting the one person who can wake her up.

Sofia lies on her couch, asleep from watching Gossip Girl until three in the morning when her phone rings from her stomach, stirring awake, she groans, dismissing it as she buries her head on the pillow.

A few miles away, Thomas grunts, frowning in disappointment as he stares at Dove once more, putting his hands on his hips and debating whether or not he should dump water on her. He sighs, glaring at her as he scrunches his nose, scratching his chin while Dove opens an eye, staring straight back at Thomas, "Leave me alone, Escobar." She groans, throwing him a pillow as he stares at her exaspertedly, pointing to the clock, "Your tiny ass slept through the fucking noise I created, you've been asleep for approximately thirteen hours and it's one in the afternoon. Get up." He retorts as the blonde sighs, rolling her eyes and closing them again.

The man puffs his cheeks, flailing his arms and finally leaving her alone. He enters the kitchen, creating his lunch, which wasn't much as seen as it was only a sandwich but hey, it was a great sandwich so fuck off.

Honestly, though, he was surprised that Dove even slept when she was talking to Sofia. Usually, they'd take it until the morning, guess today wasn't that day. He flips through the channels, casually watching the Descendants franchise shown on the ABC network.

That's when the blonde sees him, halfway through the first film as she tries drying her hair off, Dove chuckles, jumping over the couch and landing on the floor, regretting every second of her decision. Her ex just stares at her with a faux disgusted expression before helping her up, "Dumbass." He mutters, earning a whack at the back of his head as Dove glares at him, taking his bowl of popcorn but was unable to take the remote from him as the reprise of 'If Only' begins in the TV.

She tries reaching for it, elbowing Thomas in the process but hey, Dove is a teeny tiny twenty-four year old in a fifteen year old's body. Thomas was a man, okay? He had a mustache. He pins Dove down, putting a pillow over her face as he tries yeeting the remote, "You bitch!" Dove struggles as she pushes Thomas off, getting the remote and taking it successfully until she tried changing the channel, he smirks, "I think I took the batteries." He teases, leaving her no choice but to watch with him.

"You know, what confused me about this movie is how Evie managed to do Mal's dress in that span of time." He points out as Dove furrows her eyebrows, taking a pillow and placing it in between her and Thomas, "What?"

"You know how Evie designed Mal's gown? We never really saw her do it, one second it's Family Day, next second they're on the coronation." He points out as the scene where Brenna, or in this case, Jane, takes the wand and flings it around. The blonde quirks an eyebrow questioningly until she too began asking herself the same.

"Another thing, this scene made it so obvious that you and Evie are girlfriends. I can feel the chemistry oozing from here." He deadpans, not even fazed as the girl stares at him with a dropped jaw and all, "What is up with you today? Must you annoy me?"

Slumping back down on the couch, Dove closes her eyes, about to go and fall asleep when Thomas laughs, "Sorry if I annoyed you. But honestly, though. If they made you choose your love interest who'd you pick?" He questions her, eyeing her curiously as the blonde opens an eye, "Evie."