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𝟤 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈. . .

❨⠀amandla ─ tom⠀❩

❝ quit filming me! ❞

❝ no! ❞ *laughs*

❝ please? ❞

❝ no, you look cute. ❞

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1 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘰. . .

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tomholland2013⠀she's back 💙

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃⠀amandlajones

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username1⠀toMANDLA

username2⠀FINALLY

username3⠀MY PARENTS

amandlajones⠀💙💙💙

username4⠀the blue heart kills me every time

zendaya⠀so THIS is how you spent your day off... interesting

lauraharrier⠀awwww my bb :')

tonyrevolori⠀bring back some food for us, pls
     ⤷ amandlajones⠀what kind?
     ⤷ hazosterfield⠀italian
     ⤷ amandlajones⠀noted
𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 1,103 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴

username5⠀i love them^

username6⠀tomandla

username7⠀ugh i'm so glad they're back together

username8⠀love waking up to new content

username9⠀how is she so beautiful 25/8

sunmiguel⠀ugh i miss her
     ⤷ amandlajones⠀i miss you too <3
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rowmiguel⠀i love you, mandy
     ⤷ amandlajones⠀don't call me that!!!!! but i love you too
     ⤷ rowmiguel⠀how come tom can call you it but i CAN'T????
     ⤷ tomholland2013⠀because i'm spider-man
     ⤷ averyavenue⠀spider-boy*
     ⤷ tomholland2013⠀you only comment when it's to insult me wtf
     ⤷ averyavenue⠀always
     ⤷ rowmiguel⠀tomholland2013 it's because *** ******* ***** ***
     ⤷ tomholland2013⠀rowmiguel i can't read code
     ⤷ rowmiguel⠀tomholland2013 you'll figure it out soon
     ⤷ amandlajones⠀rowmiguel i fucking hate you i know what that shit says
     ⤷ rowmiguel⠀amandlajones ;))
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     "MANDY?" Tom asked, glancing at the black-haired girl who sat on his right, and he paused the current episode of Love Island that was playing on the TV.

     At the sound of the nickname that she used to despise, Amandla's ears perked up and she turned her head, meeting the actor's soft gaze. "Yeah?" she questioned, pulling the sleeves of Tom's sweatshirt over her hands.

     "What uh—what happened yesterday?" he asked nervously, already feeling extremely anxious at the very thought of asking her what had made her so upset.

     Amandla sighed softly, lowering her gaze down to her lap solemnly. She knew that he was going to ask at some point. She'd come into Zendaya's room and broke down in front of everyone. It was only natural for him to be concerned and curious as to what was going on.

     "The night before last, as you know, I came home from Venice," she began, her voice cracking. Frowning at the sight of her eyes beginning to water, Tom quickly scooted over and placed her legs over his lap, pulling her closer. Looking up, Amandla's eyes darted between Tom's dark brown ones. "Keilah's parents dropped me off at my house, and when I got inside, I found my mom sitting at the bottom of the stairs crying. Minutes before I had shown up, my dad had dropped off the divorce papers from his lawyer."

     Furrowing his brows, Tom frowned. He hadn't known that her family was having problems or that her parents were getting a divorce.

     The two of them talked all the time and had gotten quite close, but one thing they hadn't really touched on was their family. At least Amandla's family. Tom had already told her everything about his, but she never discussed hers.

     "I wasn't aware that your parents were getting a divorce. No one ever said anything," he mumbled, tilting his head as he stared at the black-haired girl softly.

     Amandla forced a small smile. "I wasn't aware either," she sighed, bringing her gaze down to her hands and playing with the rings on her fingers. Blinking back tears, she breathed in shakily. The words that left her mouth and her tone caused Tom to immediately slip his hand between hers, intertwining their fingers.

     "From my earliest memory at the age of two all the way until I was eleven, my childhood was good. It was really good. My family was great and I got to see my Abuela every weekend, along with my cousins on my mom's side. I also had my best friend in the entire world—Jasmine—around. Everything was going good... until it wasn't. During winter break, in sixth grade, the day before my twelfth birthday, Jasmine and her family were coming back from New York. When they were a mile away from their neighborhood, t-they were going s-straight through a green light and this drunk driver came out of nowhere, and t-boned them in the m-middle of the intersection. I mentioned this once with you over text." Bringing her hand up to her face, Amandla quickly wiped away her tears.

     Squeezing her hand softly, Tom blinked back tears of his own. It hurt. Watching the girl he liked so much cry. It hurt and all he wanted to do was make her feel better, but he knew that what she was trying to tell him was important. Comforting her the way he wanted to would have to wait.

     "No one survived the crash and that's when everything came crashing down for me. I'd never known anymore before who had died, so Jasmine and her family were the first people I ever lost. I didn't know what to do or how to respond to what happened other than just crying. I spent a lot of time blaming myself for the accident. The only reason they were coming home was that it was my birthday and so I took the blame. With my entire heart and soul, I believed that it was my fault and hated myself for it.

     "My mom found me a therapist and I went through a lot of grief counseling. At one point, I was put on medication for anxiety and depression, which I still take. The accident was just the beginning and everything got worse. In 2011, my mom's side of the family had a huge falling out. My mom has three sisters and two brothers, so she comes from a large family. One of my tías, Mariana, was caught sleeping with my tía's, Sofía's, husband on Valentine's day. Which began the chain reaction of two of my tías cutting ties with the other and getting divorces with both of their husbands.

     "Then, my tío, Angel, got arrested and detained for smuggling cocaine and heroin across country borders. He got fired from his accounting job due to department downsizing and couldn't afford to pay for my cousin Johnathan to go to college. He's a single father with four children and eventually, it got to the point where he couldn't even provide food for my other cousins. So, he got in contact with my mom's ex-boyfriend from high school and was given a job to do. Smuggling drugs. Angel did it for about a year until he was caught. My cousins were sent to my other tío, Casparo's house in Utah. He's a stockbroker for Apple, which basically means he's loaded. Casparo and his husband, Ezra, don't have any children so they were very accepting and excited to have kids in their house.

     "In May, that was when everything went to fucking shit and everyone stopped talking to one another. My mom's oldest sister, Emilia, at a family reunion, lost it. During dinner, she and my Abuela got into a heated argument. I was sitting at a separate table with my cousins, and I was a lot younger, so I wasn't entirely sure what it was they were arguing about or what was going on. I just remember Emilia standing up from the table, pointing at my Abuela, and shouting. Next thing I knew, Sofía and Casparo were standing up and shouting at Emilia. Abuela said something to my mom and that was when my mom stood up and tried to break up the argument, but she only made things worse.

     "My dad and Ezra were rushing and trying to take my cousins and I upstairs. I remember turning my head as I was walking half-way up the steps and seeing Mariana storming into the house, pissed as hell. After I saw her, I was put in the playroom with my cousins and we all just listened to the screaming match. At some point, everything sort of went quiet and my tías and tío came and took their children with them. And that was the last time I saw any of them. Everyone cut themselves off from one another except for my mom. She took my Abuela's side on whatever it was they were arguing about and is currently the only child my Abuela has left. No one has spoken a word to one another on my mom's side since, and my dad's side of the family has been estranged for years.

     "To backtrack a little bit, before my family decided to go bat-shit crazy and start World War III, my parents had been happily married and only argued over what movie we were going to watch on family movie night, or who was going to read to me at night. Then, everything changed. A month after the whole family feud fiasco, I moved over two counties because my dad got a promotion at his job. It wasn't until maybe a month after we had fully moved in that the arguments started.

     "For about the first few weeks of the constant disagreements, they were just over small things. Such as forgetting to get something at the grocery store, who was going to cook dinner, and who was going to drive me to my dance practices. To anyone else, these would probably seem like normal arguments that parents have every once in a while, but to me, it felt like something was seriously wrong.

     "Then the arguments started to get more serious and personal. My dad would bring up my mom's family and they would argue over them or other members of our family. From there, things just got more intense and hurtful. They argued daily and whenever I was home, I started constantly wearing headphones to block out all of the screamings, yelling, shouting, slamming of the doors, cursing—everything. I lived in a constant state of anxiety and panic, which only caused my mental health to deteriorate even further. I was always on edge and tried to be the perfect daughter. That way, I could never screw up and start another argument.

     "This has continued for five years and in the past few months, things have reached a peak. Most nights, my dad was never home. He stayed at his best friend's house because my mom kept kicking him out of the house until he just stopped showing up altogether. Do you remember our first phone call?" Amandla asked, taking a breather.

     The two were extremely close and entangled together on the couch. One of Tom's hands was still intertwined with hers while the other was wrapped around her waist, his hand rubbing up and down her back comfortingly.

     At her question, the actor nodded. It was their first-ever phone call, how could he forget it? The moment he first heard her voice through the speaker of his phone, his heart stopped. He could still remember how anxious, yet excited, he was. What he also remembered, however, was the sound of doors slamming and the quiet, panicked voice Amandla had spoken to him to.

     It was evident, at that time, that something wasn't right, but he never asked. Tom figured that if she wanted him to know, she'd tell him. And here she was. Finally telling him.

     "My parents were arguing and I was about to have a panic attack from all the screaming. I was scrolling through my contacts and clicked on the first person that showed up, trying to find some way to calm myself down and distract myself from the reality TV show happening downstairs. That's when you answered." Amandla breathed, squeezing Tom's hand. "You and your voice almost immediately put me at ease. I remember just sitting on my bed and listening to your voice, smiling because, for some odd reason, you made me feel safe. No one's been able to give me that feeling before, nor help me calm down from a panic attack. I never thanked you for that, so, thank you."

     Tom felt his cheeks burn and his heart melt at her words; butterflies flying around his stomach. "Y-You don't need to thank me," he stuttered, his eyes dancing between her own that were gazing at him gratefully. There really was no reason for her to thank him. He didn't really do anything, but to her, he did much more than that. Somehow.

     "I know I don't, but I want to," she smiled softly, squeezing his hand again.

     Leaning forward, Tom unwrapped his hand from around her waist and cupped her cheek as he kissed her forehead.

     At the feelings of his lips pressed against her skin, Amandla's eyes fluttered shut as her muscles relaxed. All she wanted to do was soak in the moment and live in it forever. However, that feeling of tranquility faded a bit as Tom pulled away. Peering at her, he watched with a small smile as her eyes fluttered open.

     "Thank you," he murmured, tucking strands of black hair behind her ear. The YouTuber furrowed her brows in confusion. "For opening up and talking to me. I know it can be hard to talk about certain things and I could tell it was difficult for you to tell me about your family and Jasmine, but I'm so proud of you. Yet, also sad. I'm sorry about your parents and the divorce, love. I haven't experienced my parents divorcing, but if there's anything I can do, please let me know."

     A small, genuine, smile spread across her lips and Amandla nodded. "I will. Thank you."

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     hey everyone!! i hope you all enjoyed the thirty-sixth chapter!

     i almost forgot to update today, oops!

     what do you guys think?? amandla's family and its history are modeled slightly after my own so this chapter is quite personal. i sort of see amandla as a glamorous and more put-together version of myself & i like to put a bit of my personality and life into hers.

     the next chapter is going to be a lil spicy and will have a major tomandla moment in it. it's going to be different in tone and mood in comparison to this chapter, but then things get serious again in chapter 38! i'm very excited!

     i hope all of you are doing fantastic and have an amazing friday!!! ily and stay safe <3

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