diamonds ☞ tom holland

{25} 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝘆

"oh, i dont know ryan. go google it or somethin." maisie said, exasperated.

"no, i cant!!! how will i explain to my mum why my search history has "do pets give their owner's names?" her childhood friend huffed angrily.

she sighed. "ryan, you're studying english. why are you asking me such stupid questions?"

*gasp* "it's not stupid!! it's perfectly normal for me to ask these sort of questions after drinking 5 cans of red bull!!!"

"just watch some netflix, bubs. i heard the kissing booth's a pretty good movie."

"ugh, you're just saying that because your best friend joey's in there."

"true, but i swear it's good."

"fiiiiiine. how's venice?"

maisie reddened slightly. "great. y-yeah, it's great."

"bitch, i can tell by your face that great is an understatement."

"ok, ok. it's amazing. are you happy?"

he nods like an excited puppy waiting for a treat.

"did you have any- y'know..."

"yeah, actually. wasn't prepared so i felt like shit. also, i fell during filming today."

"oh my god, are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah. here." she walked to her bathroom and held her phone up.

"yikes... that's a nasty scar."

"no shit. i gotta finish packing. call you back."

"ok. love you. mwah."

CALL DISCONNECTED.

~

maisie walked out of the bathroom, wincing slightly. music sheets were sprawled around, and her keyboard lay in the middle of the piles.

she jumped onto her bed and put her phone up on the music desk. she scrolled through the sheet music she had saved on it. most of it were written by her, but she never really showed any of it to anyone.