Tom Holland Imagines

Cherry Chapstick

Day 9- Idol in Black and White (BANG! and I'm dead.)

Also, this one's super short, but I thought it was cute so...enjoy!

You were sitting on your deck in a patio chair. It was a sunny June afternoon, but rather windy, and your lips soon became dry. Reaching into your purse, you pulled out cherry Chapstick...your favorite flavor.

Just as you began applying a thick coat, Tom stepped out and sat in the chair next to you.

"Hey, Babe!" you managed, inbetween Chapstick layers.

"Hey. What flavor chapstick is that?" He looked over at you, intently trying to read the label. 

"Cherry," you replied. "It's one of the only flavors that actually tastes accurate."

"Hm. I've never had cherry before. Can I try?" Tom asked. 

"Sure," you replied, putting the cap back on and handing it to him, but instead of taking the tube of Chapstick from your hand, Tom leaned over and Frenched you right there on the front porch.

"Hey! You're right! It does taste like cherries!" He exclaimed cheekily, rubbing his lips together afterwards. You just sat there...eyes wide-open, unable to function any further.