Across the Street

"Uh, can I help you?" I asked, trying to hold in every amount of irritation I had for this kid.
"Um, I uh, hmm.."
I rolled my eyes, stood up from the jack under their car and threw my towel to the ground, "What is it Tom?! What do you need now?" He flinched at the volume of my voice, and I felt no remorse. He always asks me stupid questions at the most inconvenient of times.
"I just wanted to know if you were going to make pasta tonight, and if yes, could I come over and have some..."
"Yes Tom. I'm making pasta. However, if you want any, bring your own plate." He nodded quickly and scurried into his house. I swear, this boy was something else.

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Yeah this is a fanfic about Tom Holland, don't judge. I'll make it as non-cringy as possible. Thanks, bye.