tom

1991, Poway california

tom rolled out of bed, kicked one of your shirts you left on the floor of his room. he threw on some dickies jorts, vans, and a fugazi shirt.

he grabbed his old jansport backpack that was covered in patches, and made his way to his kitchen. his mom was up and left him some pancakes and a cup of coffee on the table, his sister Kari sitting on the kitchen peninsula talking loudly on the landline with curlers still in her hair. he ate his breakfast, kissed his mom goodbye, grabbed kari after she finally looked presentable and went to their high school.

“tell your girlfriend i say hi by the way” kari joked

he grumpily shoved her and lit a cigarette as they walked

he got to school, met you at first period- homeroom. you were his everything, his partner in crime and love, skatepark buddy, his ride home, biggest fan when it came to baseball or the band. He gave you sharpie tattoos as you yapped to one of your friends.

after another gruesome day in school, you drove him to your house. you had the whole basement to yourself. dartboard, old vcr tv, a big fat golden retriever puppy, unmade bed, cds and clothes scattered everywhere

you guys sat on your bed and ate cold mexican food your mom had made yesterday and watched the simpsons

“fuck its finally Friday*