Katie and I were standing near the concessions, talking about how we were going to handle the Twitter situation.

"You should just delete the tweet!" She said.

"I can't! Then everyone will know that there's something up! It's been retweeted 1004 times! What am I gonna doooo?!" I whined. She pulled me into a hug and patted my head to make me feel better.

"It'll be okay, promise." She whispered.

"Excuse me." Some British boy said to Katie.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." She said moving out of his way. I looked up to see Tom Holland. Oh fuck.

"Are you ok?" He asked me while grabbing a donut.

I laughed nervously, "haha! Yeah! Um, I'm fine. Just Twitter shit." I choked out another nervous laugh.

"Ah, twitter kinda sucks sometimes, huh?"

"Yeah." Aaaand another nervous laugh. Oh. My. Fuck. Stop laughing you imbecile!

This is incredibly short and shitty, but whatever.