your pov
sometimes you meet someone, and you truly believe that they're it.
they're your end game. your soulmate.
i don't really believe in that. this wasn't love at first sight. in fact, i didn't even like him at first, not even as a fri-
"hey what're you writing y/n"
he walks from his bed over to his desk, where i'm sitting.
"oh, it's nothing-" i slam my book shut.
"are you hiding something from me?"
he smiles and tries to grab the book from me and i jerk it away, not wanting him to see.
"tommy it's none of your damn business what i write in MY, emphasis on MYYYY, journal-"
"well why the fuck not we're best friends" he grabs my arm and starts to drag me around in his chair, you know, those rolly ones...
"tommy i'm SERIOUS" but i can't keep a straight face. he's really got me falling for him. i burst into laughter with him.
i get a call from my grandmother telling me to come home for dinner. "i'll call you later.."
"just climb over instead, love"
stop smiling y/n. he doesn't know yet and you can't get him more attached. it'll only break his heart.
"bye tommy"
"bye y/n" as he blows a kiss to me, walking out the door.