chances

                                    

                                          
aces pov
after tommy and connie leave for the night i lay down in my bed after slipping into some comfortable clothes. 
it'll take me a while to forgive tommy obviously, maybe i was a bit overreactive. but i love him. how else was i meant to react? 
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"morning" i say slightly before walking downstairs as tommy leaves his room the same time as me. "hey... morning" he moves his eyes to the stairs.
what's up with the tension between tommy and i all the time? it feels like its constant, i hated it. 
i pull out a pan and start to make eggs, and read the time 
1:38 PM
"damn, when did we all go to bed last night?" i ask tommy with a confused look. "it was around 2-3 am, but it like every normal night"
"true true" 
"hey.. we have a show tonight, and i wanted to see if you and connie would like to go?" tommy pulls out two plates for us. 
i nod at him slightly, "yeah... yeah sure"
"okay" he smiles, "im sure they'll be excited to see you guys" 
"mhm" is all i give back. i couldnt shrug off what i saw last night, i wanted to throw myself out of the window everything the thought reappeared. 
it was a very bland afternoon for us before the show, when connie came down we said good morning then asked if he wanted to go to the show, then we stopped talking the rest of the time. 
i mean, it was just so uncomfortable, i didnt know what to feel or how to feel. but i ignored tommy for the most part. i kissed him last night because i felt bad for the bitchy response i gave him, but also cause i was craving his touch for the longest. yet i was still super fucking pissed at him, and i made that known.
after a couple hours tommy knocks on my door, "hey.. do you think you could help me out..?" he opens it to reveal the comb stuck in his hair. i laugh slightly at the sight and stand up from the chair facing the mirror. 
"yeah, c'mer" i pat the chair as he sat down. "jesus.." i laugh as i try to take it out, but realizing it wasn't working, i grabbed the spray bottle of water rested on the table and continued damping his hair.
it was fairly silent for about 5 minutes, just the sound of him either groaning at the pain of me basically yanking his hair or me telling him what im doing so he knows.
"ace..?" he asks looking at me through the mirror. "mhm?" i nod at him. "i- what.. are we?" he furrows his eyebrows confused, maintaining eye contact with me through my reflection of the mirror.
"friends, tommy." i spit out, regretting it as soon as it left my mouth. his eyebrows rested back in place as he bit his bottom lip clearly frustrated. a hum escapes his mouth. 
i sigh and turn the chair to face me. "look, i really dont want it to be this way between us. im going to give you one. last. chance. to fix yourself. and if you fuck it up, im not going to give you any more chances. im not going to let us sit here and ruin our friendship like that. we're both clearly head over heels for eachother, so get your shit together okay?." i sternly say, leaning close to his face as i prop myself up with my hands on the arms of the chair.