Tom's POV

Tom had just gotten to his hotel and had sat down on his bed with a sigh. This was the first time he had invited someone that wasn't related to him or a really close mate to the set, and he definitely didn't regret it. Emma was quite a pretty girl but that's not all, she was adorably awkward, sweet, funny, and liked dogs. I mean, what more could you ask for? He didn't want to admit it, but he had a huge crush on her. As soon as he said 'friend' he regretted it, Emma probably thinks that she's in the friend zone now, she probably just thinks of him as a mate now. Harrison knew that something was wrong as soon as he said friend, he could tell when Tom fancied someone, and he knew that Emma was one of them, so he had called him aside and asked what was happening. Tom explained that he did fancy her but didn't want to scare her by moving too fast, and he wanted to be friends first. Harrison had said that he was sure that Emma liked him, too, I mean, he was Tom Holland, and the way that she reacted when she talked to him showed it, but he understood where he was coming from and let him be after that. This is why he's friends with Haz, he always checked on his mate, making sure that everything was alright.

He groaned as he stood up from the bed and got ready for a shower, turning the water on warm, but not hot. He hopped in and took a nice, long shower before stepping out and drying off, combing the knots out of his brown hair. He changed into his Hello Kitty pajama pants and a loose black shirt, sliding beneath the sheets and falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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He woke up the following morning and checked the clock, it was already 7:00, he was late! He pulled a comb through his hair, threw on some flip flops, and raced to his car. He hopped in the right side and swore, quickly jumping out and racing around to the left, he had forgotten he was in America. He hit the gas and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the icy road, racing to the set so he wouldn't be too late. He pulled into the lot and hopped out onto the pavement, which was freshly cleaned, there was no ice on it what so ever. Of course, the one day he was wearing Hello Kitty pants, was the day the paparazzi was there. They surrounded him on all sides, taking pictures of him posing with his Hello Kitty pants, acting like it was a fashion choice, not a mistake. Eventually, they let him through and he made his way to the building, sighing at the warmth of the heater. He was surprised at how cold it got in Georgia, is that they were so much closer to the border than England. When he got into the room with the set they were using today, he saw Robert Downey Jr. standing there, talking to the director. He started hyperventilating immediately, he had seen and talked to him before, even in this film, but he still got nervous around his hero. He took a deep breath, calming his nerves, and walked over to the actor.

"Hey, RDJ, am I filming with you today?" He asked, his voice coming out as a squeak. Cursing himself in his head, he saw the middle-aged actor look down at him. When his eyes landed on his Hello Kitty pants, he couldn't help but let out a snicker.

"Yes, Tom, why else would I be here?" He responds, his voice part exasperated half amused. "What's with the pants?"

"Oh, um, I was running late and I had thrown these on last night, they're from earlier when I had to wear them from that one scene, and they're really comfortable. Anyway, I didn't have time to change and so I wore these."

RDJ smirks at him, "I bet the paparazzi out there loved it?"

Tom's face turned bright red as he smiled sheepishly, "I guess so."

"Come on, you two, we need to start filming," Jon Watts says to them. When he sees Tom's outfit he lets out an exasperated sigh, "Tom, go get changed into something more, um, suitable." Tom hides a small smile as he goes over to his dressing room and changes into the clothes that are hung on a hanger for him, a sciencey tshirt with some science joke on it, a green jacket with a grey hood, blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. He heads out of there to go shoot the scene with RDJ, it has something to do with a test of some sort, and then he has to shoot a scene with him in the Spider suit with Aunt May. He smiles, glad that he had chosen to become an actor, and heads over to the set, grinning his goofy grin the whole way.

About halfway through the scene, he sees Emma walk in from the corner of his eye, her cheeks flushed pink from the cold outside. She makes her way to the seats and plops herself down, her eyes glued on him. He stumbles over his line and hears Jon call cut. He takes a deep breath and pulls himself back into the scene, pretending that he himself is Peter Parker. They make it through the scene, this time with no mess-ups, and he heads down to Emma.

"Hello, Luv, were the paparazzi still here when you arrived?" Emma shakes her head, her dirty blonde hair swishing with each turn. "That's good, I don't want you getting overwhelmed on your second day on set."

Emma smiles, "Thanks for worrying about me, though."

"Of course, darling," he smiles back. They chat aimlessly for a while, and Haz soon comes to join them. When he comes they start talking about their get together tomorrow, making more specific plans, like the time. When they eventually got called back up for the next scene, they had decided they were gonna get together tomorrow, Friday, at 8:00 at The Pizza Palace. He finished up with the scenes and said goodbye to Emma, heading back to his apartment. He changed into plaid pajama pants and another of his loose black tshirts before falling asleep, excited about getting to see Emma again tomorrow.