The rumbling of the car engine soothed my heart, calming me from whatever worries I've previously had.

After many hard days of working on our project, me and Tom have finally come near a satisfying conclusion to our work.

We've already wrote, recorded and edited a lot of the few main core points of our video, and today is where it all finally is wrapped up.

Dad was giving me a ride to Tommy's place, all while jamming out to some weird song from the 1970's. The familiar lyrics; "can I sit next to you girl" continued to repeat at the chorus.

He'd tap his fingers onto the stirring wheel in rhythm with the song's beats.

"So- You and Tom are wrapping up the project today?" My dad questions, talking past the song's guitar bridge.

"Yeah! We just have to record a few scenes and lines" I answer him, smiling.

He nods in acknowledgement.

"Luca has hyped up you and Tom's skills quite a bit, so I'm sure it'd be great."

I quirked an eyebrow at my fathers words.

"She did that?"

I literally only showed her that one video- I don't remember showing her anything else...

"Luca really admires you, Y/N" He says, "Maybe idolize is a better word for it..."

"Idolize..? might be stretching it a little..." I murmur.

There isn't much to idolize about me.. actually- I probably idolize her more than she does me.

Luca's got a nice family, a nice place, good background and social life--- not to mention that she's pretty much perfect and wholesome in every way imaginable... Besides the fact that she can be a little bit of a pushover under the wrong circumstances- she's pretty much a 10/10 as a person.

The rest of the drive was relatively silent-- well, as silent as you can have it with my dad's music playlist booming in my ears. Once we arrive, I practically leaped out of the car and onto the pavement.

I turned around and faced my dad who was staring back at me through the car door's window.

He then starts to smile, turning his music down in order to get his words across more efficiently.

"Alright, you know the drill kiddo. Don't wonder off, don't do drugs, don't do the do--"

"DAD! NO--!"

At my reaction, a howl of laughter was let out.

"It's not like you'd actually do it-- you're not going to do that, right?"

"NO!"

"Good." He casually chuckles, "Then go in there and finish that project."

"Aightt" I then start walking away from the car. After a few steps I turn back around and jokingly saluted my father, "Bye Dad!"

He salutes back to me.

"See you later, Y/N"

And with that, he rolls up the window and starts to drive off.

Mental note: maybe just walk to Tom's house to avoid any future weird conversations from this point on.

Once dad's car left my sights, I went back to walking towards Tom's front door.

And before I could even get to the door-- Tom was there, door open and ready to greet me with one of his famous Tommyinnit grins.

I grin back at him.

"What? Couldn't wait for me to get to the door?"

"Yeah- you were taking forever, you slowpoke" Is what he replies to me with.

I laughed.

"Okay- I walked right into that one..."

"So... What were you and your dad screaming about?" Tom asks me.

"You know, misbehavior. The usual." I tell him, "He was just telling me not to misbehave."

"Well- okay then." He shrugs off, then inviting me inside.

We walk through the halls, getting jumped by his dogs once again... getting greeted by his mum and dad right before we officially went upstairs.

Once we got to his room, he starts speaking again.

"Anyway, I pretty much everything set up. I just need you to record your audio before we take turns editing." Tom explains to me.

I blinked a few times, processing what's been said to me.

"Huh? You already recorded your parts?"

He eyes me with a casual expression.

"I mean- I surprisingly have a lot of free time."

"That really is a surprise." I murmur.

"Now- come on. Record your lines." He tells me, spinning his gaming chair around and gesturing me to sit down.

With slight caution I walked over and took a seat.

My first initial thought was about how comfortable the chair was. Like- my god- this is a pretty well quality gaming chair.

If I was a robber- this might be one of the first things I'd take from his house- holy shit---

Anyway- turning my attention to what I'm meant to....

I picked up the already placed papers that were laid on the desk, searching and finding the lines that weren't recorded yet. Then, I begin recording my lines with as much hype as I remembered putting in my other ones.

After every take, I'd listen over it to see if It'd sound good. But every take just sounded bad or weird-- which caused me to retake my lines a BUNCH. And it didn't help with Tommy being in the room either-- this dude kept laughing or tried stifling a laugh.

Soon enough, I got fed up with all the interruptions and turned at him with a glare.

"Can you not laugh? It's hard enough trying to read this while you're here..." I ask of him.

He let out another laugh, giving me an apologetic look.

"Sorry, sorry..."

I turned back to the PC, attempting to record the lines once more-- but I heard Tom's muffled laughs upon the playback.

I didn't even bother to look his way.

I begin to mutter.

"Bruv- I'm about to put you into a choke hold-"

"Okay, okay-- sorry..!" Tommy exclaims, hearing my obvious annoyance groaning.

Silence.

..Then, I went back to recording the lines.

I got past four or five lines-- but upon doing the next I mispronounced a word, causing Tommy to start wheezing like a Dream 2.0.

I stood up from the chair and took the headphones off, turning to face the blonde who knew he fucked up.

"That's it--"

With that being said, I start booking it to Tom who was already fleeing the room.

I accidentally tripped on the gaming chair's leg, which caused me to trip and land on the floor. I heard Tommy let out another howl of laughter and he stopped for a moment. Even though my foot was in pain, it didn't stop me from wanting to bonk this boy.

I pushed myself up and off the ground, upon seeing this action Tommy started to back away, heading down the hallway. Once I got out of the room, he lets out a familiar screech as I chased after him.

Surprisingly, there was no shouts from Tommy's mother or father from all of the noise-- maybe they headed out?

But that was the last thought on my mind, right now I needed to chase this BITCH.

"DON'T TRY TO RUN INNIT!"

The two of us ended up downstairs in the lounge, as I entered I saw Tom on the other side of the couch- pretty much opposite to me.

We were in a stalemate. Neither of us being able to move to get to, and or, get away from the other.

Whenever I'd go one way, Tom would go the other. It made catching him so much more difficult and more annoying.

Tommy stares at me, displaying a cheeky grin.

"What are you going to do, Y/N?" He asks me, "What's your next move?"

I knew if I were to keep at it like this, I won't ever be able to get my vengeance.

So, I started to observe.

I eyed up the couch that was the metaphorical 'wall' between us.

.

.

.

Fuck it.

I took a few steps back, making sure I had enough room to do what needs to be done. When I had enough ground, I sprinted forward and jumped over the couch, using my hand to guide my landing. I then used my other free hand to take grasp of Tommy's shirt, having a firm grip on it so that he doesn't get away.

By the time we both land on the floor, barely avoiding the coffee table, I came to see the predicament we were in.

We were on the floor, I was pressed close to Tommy. I pretty much was pinning him up against the other couch, unable to escape no matter how much movement he could attempt.

I angled my head up to stare at Tom's face, just to realize how close we were.

and... is it weird that he looks funny at this angle? I dunno, he reminds me of a goldfish or something--

"Uh... got you?" I laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, you got me." He mutters, "You actually fucking got me..."

"You doubted I would?" I question.

"To be fair, I didn't think you'd disrespect my houses furniture like that" He murmured.

I chuckle.

"Point taken."

After that little exchange, I continued to stare at him.

Hmm... Pretty little goldfish...

pft- wait- HA- HAHAWAUDHuwahijwahjd--

"...Uhhmm.. are you going to get off me any time soon?" His tone was quiet yet sweet sounding like honey. His expression and body language screamed 'anxious teen'.

A smirk graced my lips.

"I dunno... Maybe I want to stay like this a little longer..."

He pauses for a moment, staring back at me.

Tommy then narrows his eyes at me.

"..It's weird seeing you as a top."

THE FUC--

"Okay-- and that's my cue to leave--" I instantly got off of him and went to the other side of the room.

Tom then starts wheezing.

"Ha- ha! I end up prevailing after all!"

"Victory short lived." I stick my tongue out, "Now, Tom... Get your sorry ass back upstairs. I don't know how to work half of the equipment you own." I then start walking back to the stairway.

"Yes ma'am" I heard Tommy say in a mocking tone.

After getting back upstairs, I somehow managed to do the rest of the lines-- occasionally being interrupted by Tom and his needless comments, advice and laugher.

As soon as they all were recorded, me and Tom started taking turns editing the video. For the next few hours, we were room bounded. Complete and other NO LIVES!-- at least for the few hours we edited the project, which surprisingly only took a little under 2 an a half hours.

For the quality we were going for-- it was surprising... at least for me. I'm still not very gifted with editing. I was trying to mimic Tom's editing style... That's the type of style I have been copying-- but adding my own twist onto it at times. Still- there isn't much noticeable to it, but eh...

"...and, done! It's finally done!" I leaned back in the gaming chair, feeling a sense of eurphoria rise within me.

"Hmm... let's see..." Tommy then stands up from his bed to come over and look at my work.

He comes up beside me and leans a bit down, grabbing his mouse and quickly skimming through the video to see if there was anything that needed to be touched up upon.

But after a few moments of being seemingly focused, his expression softens, he clicked a few buttons and shortly afterwards he turns to face me with a smile.

"Yeah. Seems good." He says to me, "Now, all we have to do is wait."

With that being said, he took a stand and fixed his horrible gamer posture.

"...And we'll watch it afterwards?" I question.

He lets out a bit of a scoff at my question.

"Well- duh. What do you think?"

I shrugged a little at his reply.

Well, on the contrary- better to watch it over before we give it in tomorrow...

"It's going to take a bit to render, so how about we get things ready downstairs?" Tommy suggests.

I quirked an eyebrow.

"hmm?"

"Uhh... I was planning to ask you if you wanted to watch the project downstairs on the TV. Bigger screen, easy access to snacks-- I dunno. It just seemed right." He explains.

At the idea, I couldn't help but smile.

I mean- better than watching it on the computer...

"Sounds like a plan-- I'm making snacks..!"

I then start heading down stairs once more.

"I still don't trust you in the kitchen...!" He calls out.

"Well, you're gonna have too! Or else we're gonna stave..!!" I shouted back.

Tom didn't try to rebuttal my statement. He pretty much knew I was right.

And so for the next while, I used whatever was in Tom's fridge and cabinets in order to create something eatable-- but in all honestly, it's just a few sandwiches.

Halfway through making snacks and such, Tom went back upstairs to do common check-ups on the video's rendering process.

Funny enough, it took Tom a bit to come back down... so I decided to go a little over bored with the snacks and such--- but not to the point where I'm selfishly using their food, I made sure to use as little as I could.

Once the blonde did come down he gestured his hand, catching my attention on what he was holding between the tips of his fingers.

"a... USB stick?" I questioned.

"Yeah. I put the video on this." He tells me, walking towards the TV.

What? On the USB already??

I curiously watched Tom a bit to see what he was going to do, just to find out that he stuck the USB into the TV and messed with a few of the cables.

After a little bit of time passed, he stops doing what he was doing and took the remote from a nearby shelfing. He then walks over to the couch and sat down, turning to look at me expectantly.

"I'm done with this, what about you?" He asks me.

"..uh- Yeah, I'm pretty much done here too." I hesitantly respond to him.

I took a few of the plates and bowls I had set up, carrying it as if I was one of those professional waiters-- I even had plates stacked upon plates...

Tom seemed worry-- probably about the food so he helped out where he saw fit.

After moving all of the plates and bowls to the coffee table in the center, the two of us finally were able to relax and get comfortable.

"Ready?" He questioned me.

I nodded eagerly.

"Ready"

Without another word uttered, Tom grabbed the remote, pressing a few buttons until it got to a drive folder that had our video. Once found, he went onto it and started playing the video.

I'm not entirely sure why... but I thought this would be a lot more cringe-- it still was, don't get me wrong!, but that's only when I start speaking. I sound weird in recordings... and at times I think I was over doing the delivery on some of them. But, it's whatever.

Overall- the video was actually watchable..! I enjoyed it very much.

I'm not sure about Tommy, but I sure was invested. Even though I pretty much know what's going to be said and such... It's not boring to me.

But still... Even with all the investment, the longer it went on more, the more tired I started growing. Though I didn't give in to my sleepiness, I knew better than to fall asleep here.

But that didn't stop the other person giving in to those desires.

A sudden weight was pressed on my shoulders, causing me to snap out of my concentration on the screen. I peered over to my left to see a now soundly asleep Tommy.

His legs were laid across the couch, he seemed to be slouching a bit in order to use my arm as a pillow or headrest.

'...I guess Tom had other plans'

He seemed tired. Maybe it was because of how eventful today has been? Maybe it was because of the lack of anything.. I'm not too sure myself, it was a very fast yet slow paced day today...

For the rest of the videos runtime, I just paid close attention to Tom. This is, like, one of the few times he's not yelling and squawking about- something you cannot pass up lightly.

I couldn't bare to move. Not only because it might wake him up, but because I somewhat liked being like this... It's a nice feeling.

With caution, I reached over and managed to grab the TV remote that was besides Tom's side. After taking it I pressed the off button on the remote to turn off the TV. My vision was instantly engulfed in darkness, causing me to search for my phone to be my only other light source.

Once I found my phone, I turned it on and dimmed the brightness a bit, just to help my eyes settle more in the space.

I went over to my contacts and sent a quick message to my dad, asking if I could spend the night at Tom's-- which I instantly had to make sound so much more wholesome than how I implied it in the text.

He replies- saying something along the lines of: "just make sure you come home tomorrow". And with a satisfied smile, I turned off my phone and got as comfortable as I could with Tommy next to me.

My tiredness finally overcame me, tugging onto my eyelids and forced me to fall asleep shortly afterwards.