Your eyes locked on your books in your locker, all your stuff was there thankfully.
You took your cooking text book for the recipes and made way to the kitchen down at the end of the school.
Making your way however, a tall guy with brown hair collided with you, he fell on top of you, skinning your soft knees and sides of the thighs on the ground.
"Oh, man... I'm so sorry," he sighed and helped you up, picking up your books, "It's okay..." You murmured.
"Oh shit, I'm really sorry," he said as he saw your injuries, you smiled a bit and made way to the cooking room.
He followed along side you and as he opened the door, he let you in first.
You walked in and thanked him and sat at the round table where you all sat at the start of class to discuss dishes.
He walked to the sink, grabbed paper towels and wet them a little before walking back over, holding it on your knee gently, it was quite soothing actually.
You wrote down some extra notes and he made you stay with him for a little longer so he could clean off your skin.
He was gentle and looked to be really upset about hurting you, but you appreciated his care none the less.
"Okay, let's go," you said as it was done, he threw it in the bin and followed you to a counter.
You guys had to wear hair nets.
"Seriously?" Tommy sighed, "Yes seriously," you whined as well and grabbed a hair net, he put one on and you giggled, "I'm confused, help me," you giggled as you had no hair tye, he put your hair up with his hair tye and then put the net on your head.
You looked each other and snorted.
"You look bloody fabulous," you grinned, "As do you," he chuckled and you went to get the ingredients.
"You're doing the eggs, I hate eggs, make me feel sick," you said, he cracked the eggs and put them into a bowl all while you peeled the apples.
"We need a second bowl," he said, you knelt down and opened the doors, copping yourself in the nose, "Ow," you said and held onto your nose.
"Show me," he said gently grabbing your wrists, you moved your hands and blood went everywhere.
He got a napkin and held it against your nose.
"Why are you so clumsy?" He smiled, "I don't know," you giggled and felt light headed.
"Go sit down, you look like you're about to faint," he said, you walked to your seat and as the bleeding stopped, you took it away and cleaned your nose up before washing your hands and getting back to the cooking.
"Pancakes," you said in a weird voice and flipped the pancake, it fell apart and the two of you laughed hysterically.
"You're great, I've never really hung out with you before," He smiled, you smiled back and handed him a pancake, "You're great too," you smiled and went on your tippy toes to try and look taller then him.
"Yeah yeah, good luck with that," he smirked making you snicker.
As your meal was done, you walked to the counter and sat together while everyone else was still making theirs.
"That's gonna hurt in the shower," He said as he put your legs over his lap, "No I like the stinging feeling," you stated.
"Pain kink?!" He asked making you laugh.
The two of you are graduating this year and every time you think about it, it makes you old, especially with your little brother always reminding you.
Your way to the hall was short as you collected your math book.
Tommy leaned against your locker making you jump as you turned to see him, "Jesus," you sighed and put your hand on his chest and gently punched his jaw making him chuckle.
"You're an idiot," you grinned and he followed you to class, "Yeah yeah," he said and sat at the back while you sat at the front.
You drew in your sketch book as you didn't understand were waiting for the teacher to come help.
Then a hurtling paper ball hit you in the head, you turned and Tommy smirked from the back of the class before going back to his work.
You unscrumpled it and it read in messy writing;
'Do you want to come to band rehearsal with me after school?
Yes? No?'
With little boxes.
You giggled to yourself and ticked yes.
You checked to see the teacher not looking and threw it back, he smirked and nodded at you and you went back to work.
As the two of you left, he guided you to his car, a Mustang Mach 1, painted red with black stripes.
"Damn, you got a nice car," you said, "Why thank you," he smirked and opened the door for you.
As he got in the drivers seat he floored it and spun down the road, it was amazing!
Then you stopped. He held your hand and brought you into the studio.
"Hey, wheres the other two?" Tommy asked, "They're out, who's this?" Nikki asked.
"This is Y/N, she's here to watch," Tommy said, "Oh, yeah alright," he smiled.
You sat down on the wheely chair and suddenly the door opened.
"T- who the fuck is that?" Vince asked, "Y/N," both Nikki and Tommy said.
"Oh... What ya doin here?" Vince asked, "Tommy brought me here, I'm being held against my will," you joked, giggling as Tommy glared at you.
"She's here to watch, guys come on! We can get feedback!" Tommy pleaded.
"Why should we care?" Vince asked, "Because, bozo, we can ask her if she likes it!" Tommy said.
You knew Vince, well, not well, he was in year 12 last year and he never really knew you.
And with Nikki, he's 4 years older, while Mick is 10 years older, actually... 11.
"Ugh! Whatever," Mick said and sat in the corner.
You were whistling a tune as you drew on your thighs, shaking up the ink and scribbling random logos.
"Uh uh! Keep those healing legs clean missy!" Tommy said, "It's your fault," you huffed, "Well I'm sorry, but I said keep it clean," he pouted.
"What happened?" Mick asked, "So I was in a rush to get to cooking and Tommy bumped into me and fell on me, so now I'm in the wars," you smiled, showing off the scrape on your side of the thigh and the two large scabs on your knees.
"That looks gnarly dude," Nikki said and scooted over in his wheely chair. "I know, it's like... All thanks to some bozo with bushy hair," you nodded making them laugh.
"Bitch," Tommy said under his breath, you punched his hand gently making him smirk at you.
"Your thighs are smooth as hell dude, boys feel that," Tommy said as he ran his finger down your legs, "Oh my god..." You said as all four boys were touching your legs.
"This can be taken in a completely different way!" You giggled making them chuckle.
"Nah, Tommy's in love with you," Nikki said and made kissey faces at you.
"Yeah, when I was at school he'd tell me how much he has a big fat crush on you," Vince smirked, you blushed and Tommy looked like a tomato.
"And he'd gush about this girls long blondey ginger hair and her full lips and ass," Mick said making you go red, "No!" Tommy screamed and kicked them making them laugh.
"What are you doing looking at my ass?" You giggled, he turned to you and babbled like a fish, "I wasn't," he hummed, "Totally..." Vince hummed.
"And he talks about your boobs a lot," Nikki said, "Okay! That's a lie!" Tommy said making them chuckle.
"Tommy Lee is a pervert," you hummed, "Tommy Lee Bass to you miss," Tommy hummed, "Mhm, but Tommy Lee sounds better," you smiled.
"Yeah it does!" Vince agreed.
As they finally got into their rehearsal you smiled and watched from your chair.
They stepped out of the recording booth and walked over.
"So what do you think?" Tommy panted.
"I like it! You guys could make it big, that's what she said," you smirked making them groan at your filthy mind while you cackled.
"Come on, it was good," you smiled, "You're a little perv," Mick said.
"Uh! Says you boys! Fucking disgusting! All you want is sex yet I'm the perv! How?!" You huffed and crossed your arms like a toddler making them chuckle.
Tommy offered a ride home and to which you agreed.
By the end of the week, they had released the song, and Tommy and you had graduated, the boys snuck in to watch while you stood with gowns and hats.
Tommy of course made a scene and threw his hat at the principal and ran off laughing.
You had to follow as he was your way home.
Your brother was in the corner looking scared so you picked him up and jogged out with the guys.
"Who's this?" Nikki asked, waving at the little boy.
"This is Carlos," you said.
"Damn, hey bro!" Tommy said and high Fives him.
"You're old," Carlos mumbled making you all laugh.
"Yay! Not only dumped on me any more!" You cheered and you made it to the car.
Speeding down the fast lane as you held Carlos on your lap who was looking out the window.
"You know when I was born Y/N celebrated and now she treats me like a son, it's weird..." Carlos told them making them chuckle, "You wanted a brother huh?" Vince asked.
"Yeah man, if I had a kid I'd want a son, I don't know why, I just would prefer a son," you stated, "Right, Tommy get to business," Nikki said and you slapped his arm making him chuckle.
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A few years passed and Tommy was still by your side.
Rubbing your belly as he gushed weird words to it.
"How's my little Eric doing?" He asked as he got on his knees and tickled your tummy making you laugh.
He does this all the time, whether with you alone or in public.
The boys all laughed as they watched Tommy coo and tell the baby stories.
"Shut up! My son is amazing," Tommy glared.
"Remember when he found out it was a boy?" Mick chuckled.
"Oh my god... Man he was so excited," You giggled and played with his hair as he smiled up at you before placing kisses your tummy.
"How far along are you?" Vince asked, "Eight months..." You smiled, "Jesus, you're ready to pop soon," he said making you giggle.
"Yeah he kicks a lot..." You said as he gave a particularly heavy punch.
"Hey... Don't kick your mother, she's carrying you around, and when you're a baby in our arms you gotta be nice to mummy," Tommy told your belly, rubbing it gently and smiling as the little foot made contact with his stomach.
"Aww," The boys cooed making you guys giggle.
"It's kinda embarrassing being pregnant..." You mumbled, "How so?" Vince asked.
"Well... Everyone knows how I got here," you say as your face went red making them laugh.
"Yeah yeah," your fiance smiled as he kissed your tummy once more before sitting next to you and holding your hand.