Ah, early mornings. It's one of those days you wake up at sunrise, the birds chirping their melodies just outside the window. The kind of morning where you open your eyes and immediately want to die.

I, for one, despise waking up. Unfortunately, I had no choice.

Today was day 10 of shooting the 3rd Spider-Man movie, so naturally, we all had to get up.

I slowly opened my eyes, glaring at the stupid sun for existing, then proceeded to nearly break my alarm.

Looking around the room, I was jealous. Their hotel was fancier than anything I had. It was nice that I could stay here for free.

I stumbled around tiredly, unsuccessfully attempting to dress without tripping. I splashed water on my face to wake myself up. It helped in the slightest bit. At least it was enough to walk to the small cafe downstairs.

"Y/N!"

I turned toward the sound of my name.

"Oh, hey Tom." I replied with a halfhearted wave.

"The food here is SO good, Y/n!" He cheered like a small child. "Also there was a really long line so I just got you something." He held out a brown lunch bag.

I blinked, my mind trying to compute how one could be so cheery in the morning. Taking the bag from his hand, I smiled. "Thank you."

"No problem!"

I chose a table, quickly claiming the booth. Tom say across from me, happily monologging about something I had tuned out to.

I decided to see what he'd gotten from the cafe. Grabbing the bag, I eagerly opened it. To my pleasant surprise, among a couple of fruits was a croissant.

I smirked. "Well this is ironic."

"What is?" Tom looked at me like I'd just said Thor wasn't good looking.

"I've just been given a quackson... by Tom Holland." I said, unsuccessfully trying to contain my laugh.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh come on! Not you too!" Then he proceeded to stand up. "Y/n's gone to the dark side!" He shouted, earning him many weird looks.

Now, it was my turn to roll my eyes, but I couldn't stop laughing. Tom sat down, pouting like a 2 year old.

"Oh come on!" I poked his arm. "You walked right into this."

"I know, I know. I should've seen this coming." He said, his childish frown wavering.

"I know you wanna laugh, Tom. You're a good actor, just not right now."

"Excuse me, I'm always a good actor. If you're gonna tell lies don't say it to my fabulous face." Tom mimicked a hair flip, then burst out laughing.

"My point exactly." I crossed my arms.

When Tom finally calmed down, he looked back up at me. "You know, Y/n, you're a fun person to have around!"

I dramatically placed a hand on my heart. "These kind words spoken from my childhood actor crush have helped me complete my life goal. I can die now in peace."

Tom smirked. "I was your actor crush? Wow. I must be special."

"My question is who didn't like you as a kid?" I joked. "You're not special, just cute."

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or not."

"Neither, buddy. It's a fact."

Silence fell over us as a ate my croissa- I mean quackson. This reminded me I wasn't done joking about the food.

"So. Why do you call it quackson?"

"I don't say quackson." He mumbled. "I thought we were past this."

"Never." I smiled evilly.

"I regret being nice to you now." He tried for a frown. "Can't relate." I replied.

The croissant was extremely good, just like everyone had been saying. In my mind I gave this restaurant five stars.

"I love quacksons-."

"As much as you love me?" Tom quipped.

"Whoa! Where'd that come from?!"

He shrugged. "I wanted the attention of of quacksons. Also, you didn't answer my question."

"Suuure you did, and to answer your question, maybe." I teased.

"So that means that if I maybe asked you out, you'd maybe go with me?" He asked.

My face heated up. He was just joking, right? "Maybe."

"So do you wanna go... maybe? I'll maybe us get quacksons."

I slammed my hands on the table. "You said quackson! Because of that I'll go."

He smiled at my answer. That smile turned into a laugh. "Well thank the quackson lord I guess."

I looked up at him, confused. "Tom, you do realize that you're the quackson lord, right?"

He thought for a moment. "Huh. I guess I am."

I know, this is super short.
Sorry.
My next one will be longer, I promise!
Requests are still open!

-JL4L