˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡Tom⭑.ᐟ//First impressions//.

You and Tom had something in common: Edd, his best friend… and that was it. Beyond that, you were like two straight lines destined never to intersect. You didn't cross paths, you didn't seek each other out, and you had no reason to get closer; you were two completely different worlds, orbiting around the same sun called Edd.

Even so, purely for appearances—and to avoid Edd's endless lectures—they pretended to get along when the three of them were together. Edd loved them like siblings, and they loved him enough not to ruin his day. That day, Edd had the brilliant idea of ​​inviting the three of them out, "to spend time together." And of course, they accepted… because it was Edd, and nobody said no to him.

Right now, Tom was sitting across from you with a strange expression, a mixture of boredom, seriousness, and an discomfort he was trying poorly to hide.
You, on the other hand, were distracted, observing the scenery, completely oblivious to what was happening two meters away. That gave Tom the perfect opportunity to look at you calmly for the first time.

And that's where his mental decline began.

Intrusive thinking 💭:
"Okay, to be honest... is he... attractive? Like—what's up with that? Those eyes... those lips... that—no! Why am I even thinking this? Shut up, brain!"

Tom swallowed hard and looked away abruptly, as if he'd been caught stealing a loaf of bread. He tried to shake off the thought, but it was too late: his brain had decided to run a marathon without his permission.

Thoughts 💭: “Great… now I won’t be able to stop thinking about that. What’s wrong with me?”

And while Tom was internally battling his own intrusive thought… you continued staring at a cloud shaped like a giant chicken, oblivious to the mental chaos you were causing.