I Miss You: ToMark fanfiction
Summary: Although Blink-182 broke up, Tom DeLonge and Mark Hoppus sure haven't. Will their love affair bring the band back together, or hurt everyone around them?
Author's Note: Hiiiiii guys! (: This is my first fanfic and im VERY excitedd! i love blink182 they are my life and i own everything by them. I hope u guys enjoy this! i worked rly long and hard on it lol (: punk rock is life! 3333
*** i do not own tom delonge, mark hoppus, or travis barker. but i wish i did teehee (: 3333 ***
Chapter One: Where Are You? And I'm So Sorry…(ღ˘⌣˘ღ) ・*:.。. .。.:*・
Mark Hoppus sits on the roof alone in a lawn chair. He ponders to himself about where his life is going. He misses his bandmate, his friend, his lover, his everything. He was angry. What did he do to deserve this? All he wanted to do was have fun and make dick jokes with his best friend. But now he was gone. He would call Travis Barker occasionally, to talk about feelings and frustration, but Travis never really talked much, so in the end it was pointless.
I miss you, I miss you,
Those words would play over and over in his head. Him and his best friend would sing that song together. They would sing together all the time. With his lover, his best friend, his Tom.
Tom Delonge.
Mark went back into the house, all alone he was, he needed to do something about his shattered broken heart. It had been three years since Tom left the band. Mark didn't give a fuck at first. In fact, he felt great. He thought all of his problems were gone, but after a couple years and cheap liquor later, he realized he needed his love with Tom. He couldn't survive without it. Mark moped away into the bathroom, looking at himself in the cabinet mirror. His chocolate brown, luscious, spectacular, pompadour was looking quite down today. Just like his heart. He also noticed the slight wrinkles developing in his face, he wasn't getting any younger, he couldn't sit here and wonder "what if" anymore.
Suddenly, he received a call. The phone rang it's obnoxious ringing that Mark always hated. Was it really that important? But wait, what if it's Tom? Mark thought. No, that's fucking stupid. Him and Tom hadn't spoken for three years. Mark's heart ached from the top of his pompadour to the bottom of his crotch. He hated remembering that day, that last day he saw those deep brown eyes of his. The phone was still making that aggravating noise. He might as well pick it up.
"Hello?" he asked with a tone of hope in his soothing vocal chords.
"Hi, is Mark Hoppus there?" It wasn't Tom, of course it wasn't Tom. It hadn't been Tom for years and it won't be ever again.
"This is him speaking," he said with disappointment.
"Oh hey, it's your manager, I didn't recognize your voice, you sound really different now, like something's wrong. Oh well, speaking of something going wrong, did you hear about Travis?"
Travis and him almost never talked anymore, why would he know anything about him?
"Well… He got in a pretty terrible plane accident, I'm sorry you had to hear it from me," Mark dropped the phone. It hit the floor like a cold, hard stone. Travis may not have been one of his best friends, but he was still important in Mark's life. Mark's emotions ripped and crumbled even more than they had before. First his one true love left him, and now his only friend is hanging on the edge of life.
"He's got some pretty bad burns, and he's had to have some surgery but otherwise he's sitting in the hospital waiting to recover," Mark heard vaguely from the speakers on the phone still laying on the floor. He slowly picked it up with his sweaty, nervous fingers.
"He's alive?" Mark whispered into the phone's receiver.
"Yeah, it looks like he'll be okay, it's a good thing he's an awesome, famous drummer or else he would've never been able to afford those surgeries" Mark let out a huge sigh of relief. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Travis in a while, maybe this would be a good time to visit.
"When's the soonest flight to L.A.?" he said esthetically, he was now eager to see his friend again now.
"Looks like there's one today at 6-" Mark hung up without a formal goodbye. He didn't have time to talk, he had a flight to catch. Mark ran up stairs with glee. He grabbed the nearest bag and emptied the drawers of his somewhat limited wardrobe of T-shirts. While rummaging through old semen-covered socks he found an old photograph of him and,
Tom.
Not now, he thought, he didn't need any bad thoughts plaguing his mind right now. Travis needed him, and even if he didn't want him there, he was going to be there anyway. Mark shook away the thoughts and headed into the bathroom one more time. He grabbed a handful of hair gel and slicked up his pompadour. His hair now matched his emotions. Upward and ready for life. Satisfied with his appearance he hopped out the door. Nothing could be better than right now.
Or that's what he thought.
