Chapter 10❤

The time at McDonald's was probably the highlight of my day, for a number of reasons.

1. I was allowed to order anything I wanted

2. I had two vanilla milkshakes

3. I found out a little bit more about Tommy

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I found a table for me and Tommy as he went up to order my food, I had already told him what I wanted in the car journey. Mum had believed my little lie with a miniscule amount of questioning (it was actually nonexistent). All I had to do was find the beginning of a ten thousand worded essay before I arrived home. I anticipated that even more lying was to follow, which really worried me. I had come to the conclusion that I had dug myself into a huge pile of crap. The stinky, thick kind that I was sure I would most likely be eventually buried beneath.

The smell of food wafted through my nose as Tommy sat a tray down in front of me, disrupting me from my jumble of thoughts. I was surprised to see that he had only bought himself a box of nuggets and a large cola, whereas I had ordered a Big Mac, 2 large fries, a vanilla milkshakes and a box of nuggets. The latter I would save for when I got home.

I don't think I had it in me to pass up the opportunity of free food.

Tommy watched me amusedly while I ate my food. I wasn't the type of girl to shy away from eating large amounts of food, my years of growing up with boys was undoubtedly the cause of this.

A few minutes had past, and I was halfway through my second box of fries. Curiosity filled me as I noticed Tommy just playing around with a few of his fries. I decided to ask him what was up.

"Is there something wrong with your food?" I pretended to be nonchalant, although I was secretly hoping he would say yes so I could have them.

"Nah, I just seriously hate Mcdonald's."

My heart skipped a beat as his words mirrored throughout my thoughts. I looked at him, blinking furiously and proceeded to even pinch myself.

"You're joking?" I asked, still bewildered.

"Nope." He replied, popping the 'p'.

I leant forwards in my seat, resting my elbows on the smooth table and placing my head between my palms. I studied him suspiciously, silently praying that he didn't have any more of those tricks of his up his sleeve.

"So why did you take us here then if you don't like it?"

My suspicion was supressed when I watched him look the other way, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, cheeks red. Vulnerable Tommy was such an adorable sight to look at, and I found it hard to hold back to urge to pinch his cheeks.

I heard him mumble something beneath his breath. He was trying not to be embarrassed, that was extremely blatant as his neutral expression began to look forced.

Enjoying his discomfort, I cupped my hand around my ear and said:

"What was that?"

He groaned but spoke louder.

"Because I know you skipped breakfast, and didn't eat lunch and I knew Mcdonald's is one of your favourites, so I thought it would be nice to bring you here." he said, he voice coming out uneven as he tried to resist being flustered.

"Thank you, you're so sweet." Smiling, I leant forwards to give him my own interpretation of a brief hug.

When I was sat back securely in my place, he looked slightly less red, and was no longer finding it hard to look me in the eye.

"No problem Tam Tam." He spoke more confidently, still using my nickname.

He stood up then, and threw his fries a nearby bin. Tears actually welled up in my eyes as I watched the beauties fall to their death. As he neared the table, I cleared my throat, wiping away all traces of distraught.

"Do you want to play 20 questions?" I asked him, happy that my voice had barely shook.

"Alright then, what are the rules?" I noticed his posture was now completely relaxed, and it was as if his five minutes of torture had barely actually taken place.

"Well... you can pass on a question, but you get a dare, or two more questions asked towards you." I pondered. It was just a small twist on the usual rules I played with.

"Sweet, me first." He said, running a hand through his hair.

He stopped for a moment, most likely thinking of a question. His eyebrows were crinkled in concentration and his lips in a pout.

My hands twitched from where they held my face.

Tammy, do not touch his face. Regardless of his hotness and cuteness, realise you have boundaries.

His face lit up and he proceeded to ask me something. I moved my hands to my lap and sat upwards.

"Why don't you like being called Tamara?" He stated frankly, raising a curious eyebrow up at me. I noticed they were a shade darker than the hair on his head.

"Well why don't you like being called Thomas?" I retorted defensively.

"I asked you first."

It was then that I realised I was simply being childish. Besides, it was my own idea to play this game. Soon enough, I would get my own answers out of him.

I sighed dramatically, before contemplating a substantial answer.

"Fine. It's because I once found a locket with my full name engraved on it. It was silver, although some sides were cold from where the coating hae chipped away.

Inside was a picture of a young me and another woman, whom I don't know. So I promised myself that until I found out who that woman was, I would refuse to let anyone call me by my full name." I explained.

"Why?"

I stared levelly at him.

"That's two questions by the way! Just so you know!" I was quick to point out.

He simply gestured for me to continue in response.

I sighed again but continued anyways.

"Because, well I don't know... I just felt some connection between me and the woman and my name is really the only thing I have that links us at the moment. So it's special to me and this may sound stupid but if any random person just says my name, it's like they're intruding on that connection." I said in one breath.

I myself had never actually come to terms with my reasons for it. It was nice letting it out, and having someone actually listen to what I was saying.

"Wow." Was all Tommy said in response.

"Yeah." I sighed.

Feeling the atmosphere around me thicken, I cleared my throat and asked my question again.

"Why don't you like anyone calling you Thomas?"

"Because the name is tied to too many memories." He said simply.

"Really, that's all I get after I pour my heart and soul out to you?" I cried in frustration.

"Maybe another time." He promised.

The look in his eye was what stopped me from enquiring any further.

"What's your earliest memory?" He asked next.

Weird...

"Well, when I was about 8, I bumped my head really badly after falling down the stairs and lost quite a bit of my memory. But I got some of it back with the help of my parents and Lucy, we've always been best friends. I remember an aeroplane journey, my parents said we had been on holiday- can't remember where though." I answered.

He nodded but then looked at me expectantly.

"What?Oh right! Yeah, um, why basketball?" I said flustered.

"I've just always played it. I started when I was about 6 and with the help of my dad I just got better and better I guess."

I was quite satisfied with his answer, and began sipping my milkshake which had slowly begun to melt, but my satisfaction was completely wiped away upon hearing his next question;

"Are you a virgin?" he asked nonchalantly.

Can't say I'm surprised...

I choked on the creamy goodness in my mouth before finally recovering and answering.

"Pass."

"Dare, or two more questions?"

"Dare." I responded eagerly. His questions were too damn weird.

He then did an evil laugh which definitely had me questioning his sanity. He looked around before I saw the mischiveous glint in his eye.

Oh mischieveous glint, how I missed you.

NOT.

He pointed to a guy walking up to get his food: "You see that dude? Just before he sits down, move his chair out of the way and when he starts shouting at you, pretend you're foreign."

"Why do I always get myself into these situations?" I complained, throwing my hands up into the air.

But none the less, I waited by the guy's table until he was returned, hidden by a column. He set his food down (so sad he was by himself, he wasn't too funny looking) and when he moved to sit down, I seemingly appeared out of nowhere and moved his chair back. He landed on his back with an oomph.

"What the fudge is your problem!" he exclaimed in anger, climbing back onto his feet.

Yeah, I'm keeping this all very PG13... he definitely did not use that word...

That was my cue to start embarrasing myself.

"Gupa gupa goop, gupa goop." I spoke through a funny accent, whilst doing outrageous hand gestures.

"Come again?" by now he looked utterly comfused.

"Gupa!" I cried, throwing my arms around him, but of course, he quicky shook me off.

"Thanks but, you're hot, but you're not that hot." He snorted.

I felt like replying with, 'you're not too great yourself mister!' but then again, he did call me hot, and it would ruin my charade.

I put a crazy expression on my face, one that consisted of a freakishly large smile and very wide eyes... I probably looked like a frog... a very pretty frog though.

Oh sugar, Tommy is definitely rubbing off on me!

"Who the fudge are you, you piece of sheep!" I didn't know whether his face was red from embarrasment or from anger.

Again, PG13!

I pretended to ponder for a moment before replying with,

"Me Bob, you Bob?" I then pulled the 'wounded puppy' look.

"No, you crazy, me sane!" he retorted.

At that, I turned to walk away.

"Stupid, crazy, female dog!" I heard from behind me.

But again, his french was much more fluent than mine... if you know what I mean.

As I approached my table, I saw Tommy bending over with laughter, tears streaming down his face.

I hoped his sides were hurting!

"Really gupa goop? Where the heck did that come from?" he breathed, before continueing his laughter.

"Planet Stop Laughing or I'll Neuter You With my Fist... and if that hasn't gotten through to your pea- sized brain... shut-up!" I cried.

"I'm sorry."

By now, he was rolling around on the table, although I guess he had gotten up to remove the food beforehand, otherwise his back would be covered in ketchup... not that I would have minded.

Okay... so maybe Mcdonald's was not the highlight of my day.

"I hate you!" I shrieked, before storming out of the restaurant, not caring for the scene I had made.

Locating his car, I sat down on the bonnet, huffing with my arms crossed.

I hope he chokes on his breath and dies...

Okay, maybe that was a bit extreme, but I was beyond mad!

"Oh, come on, don't be like that." I heard a voice plead.

But of course I ignored it. I heard a sigh and then the click of the car as it was unlocked. I jumped off of the bonnet, opened the passenger door and fell into the seat.

I jumped as I heard Tommy's door slam when he too entered the car. Finally he began to drive.

He switched on the radio to fill the silence, and the song 'Forgive Me' by Leona Lewis began to play. I groaned and switched to another radio station, especially one that wansn't playing four year old music. Then 'Apologize' by Timberland was on, which I snorted at, but none the less changed the station. The final song was 'Fight for this Love' by Cheryl Cole, Tommy chuckled at that one but I hit the 'off' button on the radio.

What was this? Throwback Monday? Who would of heard of such a thing?

Only the sound of my finger tapping the dash board and the hum of the engine could be heard as Tommy drove us home.

This continued for a good 5 minutes before:

"Alright, alright, please stop! I'm sorry," Tommy exclaimed.

"Fine, I accept your apology." I sighed.

Yeah, but already a plan was forming in my head. This guy had messed with me one too many times... not that I was counting.

"Seriously, no cream cheese puffs?" he said warily, eyes still on the road.

"Oh please, I have enough of those to last me through the winter." I scoffed.

"If you say so..." he trailed off.

"Yes I do." I snapped.

He only rolled his eyes in response.

Before I knew it, we were home. I was compelled to just jumping out of the car and slamming the door, but instead I smiled at Tommy and exited the car like a normal person.

Removing my keys from my shoulder bag, I opened the door and cried:

"Mum, I'm home!"

"I'm in the kitchen sweetie. How was the library? How much work did you get done?" She said eagerly in reply.

If only she knew...

"It was great Mum, I did about three pages. But I lost all my work on the computer." I said, feighing sadness.

I heard Tommy snort from behind me.

"That's terrible sweetie."

I trailed into the kitchen and was amazed at the sight in front of me.

Zach.

In an apron.

Acually cooking, let alone interacting with someone of the human species.

"Hi Zach."

He only grunted.

Zach had always had some unexplained distate towards me since I can remember. I'm sure he did have friends, but I was hardly aware of anything about him, besides his appearance, which sadly affected me less that it should do.

"Okay..." Tommy said from behind me.

"What's-up Zach?" he continued.

"Just helping Mum cook." Zach HUMANELY responded.

Well that's nice, you cannot even speak a sentence to your own sister, but you can act civilly to some guy that you've known for about a month?

I felt my eye twitch, not sure whether it was from annoyance, anger, or both. Mum looked at me sadly, whilst Tommy looked at me sympathetically.

I really hoped my hurt wasn't evident on my face.

I turned around and left to go to my room, luckily, nobody moved to go after me. His resentment didn't affect me too much, but sometimes I did wonder what I ever did to make him hate me so much.

I flopped down onto my bed, laying on my back, I stared up at Nathan Skyes face, which helped me fall asleep each night.

"What's up Nathan?" I began, creating a conversation with myself.

"Nothing much? Well I haven't got a lot on my plate, only the fact that I have the most infuriating guy in my life... oh and Tommy."

"So how's the superstar life going?"

"Did you know that talking to yourself is actually a sign of sanity?" Tommy's voice halted my conversation.

"Well that's reasurring." I snorted.

Well, really it was, even I tended to question my sanity at times.

"Are you okay?" he asked carefully, slowly walking into my room.

"I'm fine, thank you." I breathed.

"Good." He replied.

"Good." I repeated, though I have no idea why.

"Has Zach ever talked about me to you before?" I inquired.

Tommy froze for a split second before talking normally.

"No, why?"

I had the suspicion that he was lying, but simply brushed it off.

"He's never talked to me before, well at least not properly."

"I'm sure he has his reasons."

"Yeah, me too." I whispered quietly.

"Anyways, I'm here if you need me, okay?" he said gently.

"Okay." I smiled.

With that, he exited through the door.

Just seeing this side of him made me almost, almost, cancel my plans of revenge. But of course, I was not just going to let it slide.

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The scream at 6 o'clock in the morning just added to my satisfaction.

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Hey guys! So you'll hopefully be hearing a lot more from Tammy's family within the next few chapters, and obviously from Tommy. How will he get her back?

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