The Cheshire Cat 3000 (original) (raw)

I own nothing but a blink 182 pillow i made. It's fuckin cute!
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We might as well be strangers

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"Gaaaah."
10:45am
Snatch phone
"Errrrah. It's fucking 10am in the fuckin' morning. Who in the hell is calling me?!"

As you can see I'm not a morning person "Mark. It's Tom."
My face softened. Was it you. My best friend? My worst nightmare. My Tom? My Thomas Matthew DeLonge? How could you be calling me at 10:45 am on a Saturday morning...? Maybe I should have changed my number too. What could you possible want?
"Mark? Mark are you there?" I tried my hardest not to mke a sound so he could hang up, I could stare at the phone for an hour and then think for another hour of why you called in the first place. It's all apart of my master plan.

"Mark? Mark. Mark, I can hear your breathing over the phone."

Oh coarse you being you, you had to go ruin that too. Oh grr. Now I have to answer you.

"Tom. Uhhh. Hi."
"Hi Mark."
"........"
"........"
"So uhhhh......"
"Yeah....ummm..."
"I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I'm...I'm sorry."
"Really?"
"Yes. I'm sorry for all the shit I did to you and Travis."
"Oh. Well, ummm..."
"Let's talk later Mark. Can we meet up somewhere? A coffee shop?"
"Coffee Shop?"
"Yeah, like the one down the street from...your place."
"My place? You wanna drive all the way two hours here?"
"Yes."
"Ummm....okay?"
"See you at 12 then."
"Wait. Night?"
"No, I'm already on the way up there."
"What?!"
"See you then."

Click.
Rub eyes.
Bathroom.

"Ahhhh. Much better."
"Mmmmmark? Honey?"
"Yes, Skye?"
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get ready. Then I'm gonna go drive to that coffee shop down the street. You know, the one you and your friends go to. Umm.....what's it called?"
"Starbucks?""
"Yeah. That one."
"Why are you going there?"
Gonna go meet an old friend."
"Who?" I looked around my room for that one magazine. Oh Damn where is it. "I mean, honey, none of your friends like to drink coffee at a Starbucks. None the less even know where one is located. Who, out of all your friends decided to meet you there?"
Found it!
Rip.
Ha ha.
"As I said hun. It's an old friend" I handed my wife the picture of the man I've been yerning to see for the last year and am now seeing everywhere.
She squinted her eyes and tilted her like I had shone her some bizzaro painting by some fucked in the head artist. "Who's that hun?"
"It's Tom honey. You know, Tom DeLonge."
"Oh...well," She searched for an answer whilst I searched high and low for a clean pair of cloths. "I hope...you two have fun; like old times." She chimed.
"Yeah." i snatch the picture from her and go to the bathroom for a shower.

Once I knew I was alone in the bathroom, without my wife hearing or seeing what I was up to, I gazed at the photo of Tom. He looked so much different. More mature, actually gained some weight, not to much, still cute, but his hair? Ugh. That's gotta go.
"I missed you." A tear streamed down my face. You don't look like the man I was best friends with.
"I don't...I don't know your face, no more."

This was gonna be like Degrassi meets Jackass.
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