Penguin (Tom Delonge / Christina Perri)

Chapter 5

(Christina's POV)
My lips are dry and I'm hungry, really hungry. My back and sides feel like they're having the skin on them twisted into knots. I don't know much right now besides the fact that it's the afternoon and I'm in my bed, but more importantly.. I need food and something to drink. My little feet start sliding off the bed while my hands hold onto the nightstand. The second I attempt to stand I fall over shakily onto the carpet and start to panic.. "Hello! Is somebody here!?".. It takes a few seconds until the boy named Tom I met comes in..

"Hey are you okay?" He seems worried.

"Yes, I'm okay."
I'm also really embarrassed.

"Well how'd you end up on the floor!?" I feel his arms pick me up, one of them under my thigh.

"I needed some water.."
I grin and giggle.
"And have to pee."

"Well I can totally help you with the first thing." Tom carries me to the kitchen and sets me on the counter.

"So.. How did I get back home?"

"I asked your friend Ally when she came back to the store where you stayed, she hasn't really gotten over what happened yesterday, Allison thinks it's all her fault." He looks a little sad while he hands me a big glass of water... It's gone in seconds.

"I'll talk it out of her."
I say confidently, but I don't like the sound of Ally beating herself up.

"More please." I kick my feet up and down.
The next glass he hands me is done is seconds too. "Oh fuck I need to pee!"
I smile like a dork and give Tom a look.
"Pleaseeee?"

"Okay.." He sighs.
"YAY THANK YOU!" I basically scream into his ear.
He Gently sets me on the closed toilet
seat and walks out of the bathroom.

While I pee i think about how fucked up it is that on my first day at dunkin this happened. And wait... Why is Tom in my house!?!
"Tom! I'm done!"

The second I'm lifted back to my room and set on my bed it all comes out.
"Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house!"

He turns around and looks confused.
"I mean I'm Tom, you were hurt and I just wanted to help you out.. I saw how beat you were and I mean if you got hurt any worse you would be in a hospital. You can't even walk on your own.. Basically if I wasn't here you would've peed on the floor."

He had a point but I still don't trust him.
"Well I dont know you and.. and.."
He slides a hand into his back pocket which freaks me out, until he pulls it out and starts eating one of my pop tarts.. Well, he did help me, And he's kinda cu-
"I'll talk to you, LATER.. Whatever! I want to sleep!"

Tom's eyes get huge but is out the door before I can say anything else.
My head falls back onto the pillow and I stare at my ceiling thinking to myself.

...

(Tom's POV)

Me: even with her bruises and cuts she's just so gorgeous man.
Mark: are you gonna be home in time for dinner?
Me: yes mom.....
Mark: because Sheila brought pumpkin pie
Fuck that sounds good.
Me: well back to Christina.. She has a guitar in her room, a nice one. A fucking Taylor
Mark: maybe she's a kick ass guitarist like you, talk to her about it.
Me: she needs some more time bro, like she still has to soak in everything that happened and she can't even fucking walk.
Mark: whoa.. Well take care of her man, and you know what, you're a great guy, keep being yourself ya know? Because neither of us has said it yet but it sounds like you have a crush on her.
Me: no
Mark: ;)