Tom’s POV “Come and put your name on it. Put your name on it. Bet you wanna put your name on it. Put your name on it. Come and put your name on it. It's not even my birthday.” I sang along to the lyrics as I put together my girl’s birthday cake. This is our first birthday of hers that we get to spend together. Technically this is our second birthday of hers together but unfortunately we couldn’t spend last birthday together. She had audition after audition while I worked on Avengers. So this is my perfect opportunity to make it special. Thankfully my mom took her out for a girls day.
Y/n and I met on the set of Homecoming. My heart was beating so fast looking at her. She’s gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. Zendaya even helped me gain courage to talk to her let alone ask her on a date. Usually I can keep my cool a bit but with her, what is keeping your cool? Y/n is loved by everyone, and if you don’t love her in anyway then you’re the one who has an issue. Yes she has her imperfections but that’s what makes her perfect to me. I feel like I can’t live without her. “But he wanna lick the icing off. I know you want it in the worst way. Can't wait to blow my candles out. He want that cake, cake, cake. Ooh baby I like it, it's so excited
Don't try to hide it. I'mma make you my bitch. Cake, cake, cake.” I think I might be jamming to this song too hard. Well considering the fact that frosting just flung from the spreader to the cabinet. “Damn it!” I groan knowing I have to clean it up now. Oh well. That’s what I get from jamming too hard.
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