tom delonge

1998, encinitas CA

tom was sprawled out on his couch. he was your smelly, loud, annoying, hilarious friend. you two had been friends since high school.

he was like a brother- if brothers were flirty. he was insanely dumb- jumped off the roof into the pool once. he was a skater too which didn’t help.

he wandered into the living room- shirtless and half drunk. he let out a loud burp to let you know he was there.

you laid on the couch- nursing a beer. you let out a grunt in acknowledgment.

he laid next to you on the couch and took the beer from your hands

hey! you said

bite my ass loser he took a large sip then handed the can back to you.

he changed the tv channel to MTV, MxPx’s song chick magnet was playing.

he mindlessly scratched his chest then got up to make dinner since it was his turn to cook. he only really knew how to make a few foods, tonight it was tacos.

he ran a hand through his blonde buzz cut as he skimmed the fridge contents.

tom was a lanky kid. he was tall as hell, 6’4. he had wide brown eyes, deep tan skin, buzzed hair freshly dyed blonde- which you did for him. a few small tattoos. the humor of a 7th grader.

tacosss! uh yeah bitch you love tom’s tacos! he laughed