Time Bomb [Tom Holland]

Call

"Mom?"

"Valerie May Pierce!"

"..."

"You're dating a celebrity?! You didn't even tell us? ! And now you're cheating on the guy?! I'm so disappointed that I knew this from my secretary!"

"Okay. Mom. I'm sorry, okay? But I was not cheating!"

"Your face is all over the internet!"

"I know, mom! Things are really messed up."

"When did you learn to talk back like that? Is this what your L.A. friends are teaching you?! I know I shouldn't have allowed you to take a year off."

"...I'm 19, mom! You don't have to control my life anymore!"

"What you do affects us as your parents, and we don't want your face all over the internet with that Lance boy or Tom guy, do you get me?"

"...What are you saying?"

"Break up with him."

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

"You can't make me do this. I'm an adult!"

"You're 19!"

"And you're my mom. You should be here!"

"...is this what's it about?"

"Ah, no, mom. Look—"

"We are such bad parents, aren't we?"

"No, mom, look, I'm sorry, okay?"

"No, no, this is exactly what this is about. You're doing this because we're never there, aren't we?

"No, mom. It's okay. This is not what this is about."

"Then what? Don't tell me you love that guy. I'm telling you now, that's infatuation. Maybe not for you but definitely him. He's an actor, baby. You know Hollywood relationships never work."

"I chose to take the risk, mom."

"I want the two of you broke up by next week."

"No."

"Don't do it and I'm pulling you of art school."

"This is so cliche."

"Choose one, art school or Holland?"

"I won't choose."

"1, 2—"

"I choose Tom!"

"What? Huh. Okay. Pack your bags. You're transferring to another University by next week."

"Please don't do this. I like it here."

"It seems like you like Tom more."

"*sniffs* Mom, please."

"Baby. You know I'm serious. Pack your bags."

"I don't want to."

"I'm also cancelling your credit cards. I'm only sending you money from now on."

"Fine. I'm not breaking up with him."

"Why are you so hard headed?"

"I'm sorry, mom. I love you but I can't do what you're saying."

"You're not allowed to go back to L.A. ever again."

"We don't need to be in L.A. to meet."

"I don't care. You're not allowed there."

"Toby's there!"

"I need to go. Bye."

"Wait, mom—"

- call dropped -

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Sorry for not updating yesterday. I was not feeling that well mentally. 🙂