Tom's POV
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Feeling the wind soaring against my wings, I spotted Sparklez' reactor in the distance.

Once I landed, I started looking for him. He couldn't have gone very far. I walked all the way around the reactor, before finally determining that he wasn't here.

All I wanted to do was apologize. I hadn't meant to be so harsh on him.

Boyo, he's at his towers.

Thanks, Dianite!

I quickly lifted into the air and took off for the towers. In a matter of minutes, I was there. I landed on the first floor, and noticed that the elevator had been used recently.

"Sparklez? Where are you?" I called out to him, hoping to get a response.

"T-Tom? I'm down in the basement," he replied, sounding tired.

I jumped on his elevator, and went down. I had to admit, his basement was nice. The main lobby had an evil feel to it, due to the (fuck, what did he have in the back of the walls? halp) Liquid Ender emanating a green glow.

I spun around trying to find out where exactly he was at. All I found was a set of black curtains, a path leading to a pool, and a door that looked to be shut tight. I decided to go with the curtains.

Pushing the curtains back, I was astounded. It was a bedroom, except it was completely luxurious. The walls were made of stunning chiseled diamond, the ceiling reflected the sky, and there was gold and red rugs and carpet. In the middle of the room, there was a king size bed, which looked to be used on only one side. On both sides of the bed, there were bookshelves lined with various books, and in the corner of the room there was a desk that didn't look to have ever been used.

"Tom, what are you doing here? Are you here to insult me more?" Ouch. That struck a nerve.

"Uh, no. I actually came to apologize, actually," I replied sheepishly.

"Tom, the great Dianitee, apologizing? I must be going insane," he muttered, looking down. (no Apple, I'm trying to write, I don't want to download 8.4.1 so shut up about it)

"Jordan, I really am sorry. I hadn't meant to say what I did. I realized shortly after that it was a little mean, even for me. Truth is, I just can't control impulses. I can't think of stuff like that, it just comes out. I know how you feel like you aren't completely part of the group, so the guilt started to eat at me. I really am sorry." I couldn't bear to look at him. I'm sure he's glaring at me.

"Tom," he sighed, "I know you didn't mean it directly. I understand that you can't control what you say. It just hurts to hear everything. All of the constant teasing and mocking. It hurts. I just want to feel like one of you guys. Sorry for ranting, but I forgive you. I just wish you knew how I truly felt." He had tears in his eyes by the end.

I felt the guilt of my teasing leave, knowing that he forgave me, but the guilt that I made him cry suddenly came.

I walked over to him, and engulfed him into a hug. I felt him sob into my shoulder.

"How exactly do you feel about me, Jordan?"

"Well..."
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Hahahhahha have a cliffhanger. It's 11:57 and my birthday starts in 3 mins. Hell yeah.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this. Baiiiiii *passes out*

-Pheniox