I'd Always Do Anything (Sequel to Touchdown Boy)

19. Dick's Sporting Goods

The getaway at the lake house had gone fairly well, in Tom's humble opinion. Although any time he got to have sex with Addison, Tom considered it to be an accomplishment. Granted, the vacation would have been a lot more enjoyable if French Boy hadn't tagged along. It hadn't been completely terrible, except for the sharing a room part. That had just been fucking weird. But Tom felt a little smug knowing that he had made Addison cum in the shower of the bathroom Pierre had had to use every day. It made it even better to know that Addison had chosen Tom over Pierre, at least for that moment. The icing on the cake had been Tom and Addison winning the chicken fight and getting to see the Canadian's defeated expression afterward.

Tom was determined to make sure Addison would continue to choose him over Pierre. Over and over again. That's why Tom was driving over to her house right now. His fingers tapped against his car's steering wheel along with the drumbeat to "Ocean Avenue." Yellowcard had never been one of his favorite bands, although he did think the use of the violin was pretty cool and original. He really only listened to them for the memories he associated with the pop-punk group, all of which were about a certain blonde he was in love with.

He pulled into Addison's dad's driveway. Tom still hadn't gotten used to her new address. He missed having her be only a neighborhood away. But she was worth the drive. Though Tom did hope that her dad wasn't home at the moment. Mr. Webb had never really been a fan of his.

Tom was in luck. After he rang the doorbell, the front door opened a few seconds later and revealed Addison. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her glossed lips smiled up at Tom. He couldn't help but smirk when he took in her outfit. She was wearing denim shorts and one of blink's old shirts. Suck it, Bouvier.

"Stop staring at my chest, Tom," Addison rolled her eyes, though the corner of her mouth was quirked up to show she was teasing.

"I was actually just staring at your shirt. Your boobs were just a plus," he winked at her, causing Addison to elbow Tom's side as she closed the door behind her. As they walked down the sidewalk to his car, he asked, "Does your other boyfriend approve?"

"Very mature," she muttered. Tom shrugged. He had never pretended to be mature. Addison should be proud of him for being as civil as he had been at the lake house. "Pierre is actually a big fan of blink." That made Tom grin smugly. It was always good to hear that their small band had a fan, but it was even better that it was the guy Addison was fucking. "And I designed the shirts myself, so I can wear them whenever I want, you dick."

As they reached his car, Tom cupped Addison's cheek to turn her head toward him. She glared at him as he ran his thumb over her jawline. "Oh, trust me. You don't have any complaints from me about you looking hot as fuck in my band's merch," he murmured. Addison rolled her eyes, trying to play off the compliment, but her blush gave away her true reaction. Tom was glad he could still make her blush; it meant she still cared. It was cute how self-conscious she still got from his compliments, even after they had dated for over a year.

Tom leaned down and kissed her, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips against his. Her lip-gloss was strawberry flavored. One of Tom's favorites. That along with the vanilla flavor, which Addison wore less often. She usually only wore lip-gloss on rare occasions, so he was surprised she had it on today. Not that he was complaining.

Before their kiss could get too heated and turn into a full-on make-out session, Addison pulled away from Tom, most likely not wanting to be caught lip-locked with Tom by her dad or his fiancée. Tom opened the car door for her, like the gentleman he was. He closed it once Addison was inside and then made his way over to the driver's side.