When someone says they don’t like Sherlock.
BOOM!and it has arrived…
EEEEeeeeeeEEEEEeeeee!! (i love how he got his family into it!)
AND he nominated Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan!
DO THEY WANT US DEAD
IS THAT WHAT THEY ARE TRYING TO DO
DO THEY WANT US ALL DEAD
Uh … Hmmmmm. Effng-gorgeous. And that SUIT!!! I want Tom to do it again in a suit!!! And he’s right, they’re cheating! … Tom, your crown is slipping a bit, between this guy and Chris Pratt …
He should have wear the Captain America suit
He looks so proud
This is such harsh advice until you realize it’s the truth
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: Chapter 15
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Tom
GENRE: Comedy, Drama…Romance?
FIC SUMMARY: This is a love story between Tom and Alice, which have a little bit of love and also, a little bit of hate.
RATING: I have no idea how to rate things
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: There’s nothing here you have seen, heard or pictured before, even if you’re twelve. Oh, and btw…is a story that comes and goes from present to future. That’s all. Enjoy!
Chapter 15 May 2014
Two months had past and know it was time to move. Alice’s apartment was empty, the Morrison moved on schedule to Florida and Alice needed her space. Not because she hated living with her dad, quite the contrary, but soon she’ll get bigger and her father would constantly make her questions.
She hadn’t talk to him about it. She had avoid the baby talk as long as she could and she was running out of time, she was sure nothing had change but Mel could swear her belly was bigger, at least her breast definitely were, so she needed to talk to her father soon.
While she unpacked her belongings that had been storage for over a year, her phone alarm sounded. Doctor’s appointment. Tomorrow! She had written a reminder just in case she forgot about it, and she did.
It wasn’t much work left to do. The furniture had been set already, so she only needed to place the items in the small boxes, there was mostly plates, decorative things, pillows and pictures.
“Where do you want this box?” – Her father asked her once he entered the apartment.
“What is it?” – Alice asked as she placed things on the kitchen counters.
“Scarfs and blankets, I think” – He said looking through the box.
“Bedroom” – She pointed to her room. – “Is that the last one?”
“Yes, it is” – Charles was standing next to her.
“Sorry, I thought you were in the other room” – She laughed at the realization she might had yell too loud.
“Are you sure you want to move?” – He was concerned.
“I’m sure dad” – Alice finished her task and grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge. – “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine” – She smiled as she handed him the other bottle.
“I know, but I think you’ll be better living with someone” – Alice realized her father still thought of her as a codependent child. Who knows what he’d think about she having a baby.
“It’s okay. If I fell lonely, I’ll go home. I promise” – She said it to calm him down. – “And you can do the same” – She showed him the red couch. He rolled his eyes.
“As you wish. Do you need more help?” – He looked around searching for something.
“No, I’m good. You can go” – Alice said noticing it was past eleven. They had been moving boxes all day.
“You’re kicking me out already?” – He hugged her.
“No, but is late and you have to wake early tomorrow” – Alice hugged him back.
“Alright, but we’ll have dinner tomorrow. I’ll make lasagna” – Her father loved to cook and lasagna was his specialty.
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