He had finally found his own little Mad Hatter.

The fourth member of Blink-182 just had to be you. Same sense of crude humor, same punk clothes.

Same.... pretty blonde hair- oh god, he was hopeless. Hopelessly in love with you. Hopelessly attracted, all those gross mushy emotions that they only ever joked about.

The four members sat in the tourbus, Mark sighing once he realized they were out of beer. Him and Travis decided to go get some, on the notion that the two boys definitely thought you and Tom would be fucking perfect together.

"Alright guys, no fuckin. I mean, or do. Wear protection, she's probably got teeth down there." Mark laughed as he left the tourbus, Travis following with an obscene gesture directed at you and Tom, who sat on the floor infront of the couch.

Tom laughed, putting his face in his hands. "I'm going to smother him in his sleep. Fuckin asshole, wow."