I saw them in the rightest way, looking like Anne Hathaway, laughing while they hit their pen, and coughed, and coughed.

You met Tommy since before L'Manburg was even created. Even though Wilbur and Tommy are the founders, he sees you as a special person to him.

Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?..and when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?

Days, weeks, and months passed by..time and time, your bond was too unbreakable. Skipping meetings just to go to picnic with you.

I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior..my dad says that he's worried, but I'm covered in this favor.

And now, another day for Tommy just to be late with his meeting with Wilbur again. He brought a small basket and some flowers. Why? you don't know. A nervous bright smile crept up from his face.

"Hey..this is for you. Hope you like it." Giving you the basket, Tommy then left quickly.

Later that night, Tommy huffed out a sigh, body now on his bed, too tired to do anything but to just sleep.

"Ugh..I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long..." Tommy grabbed his pillow, hugging and cuddling it to think it's you who's with him on bed.