A/N Chapterr 2! 33333

Chapter Two: Here's Your Letter（'-'*)

"The next flight to San Diego leaves in 20 minutes." The happy-go-lucky flight attendant announced.

Tom DeLonge sat on a cold seat, waiting for his flight. He had just finished his Angels and Airwaves tour, and he was ready to head back home to relax. He adjusted his navy blue beanie and sighed. He was exhausted. As much as he loved his new band, he felt that something was missing. Something that had been in his life for more than 17 years. Something...Someone…

Fuck, he thought, stop that.

Some days, Tom really missed Blink-182. He missed his former bandmates, Mark Hoppus and Travis Barker. Especially Mark. It was something about those gorgeous blue eyes and fantastic body…

Fuck. Tom needed to distract himself. He reached into his carry-on bag and brought out his laptop. He killed time by researching aliens. Nothing was new.

Tom sighed, closed the laptop, and put it back in the carry-on bag. He reached for his wallet and pulled out some photos. The first photo he saw was of him and one of his old girlfriends. The next photo was of him, Mark, Travis on the set of the First Date music video. Tom chuckled at their ridiculous outfits. He moved on to the next photo, which was of him and Mark as teenagers. They were in Tom's bedroom, Tom playing the guitar and Mark playing bass. Tom stared at Mark, who was shirtless in the photo. A smile crept on Tom's face. He still remembers that afternoon like it was yesterday.I

It was a hot day in San Diego.

Mark was about to come over for band practice. Tom eagerly waited. He stared at the clock, it was the longest 10 minutes of his life.

He heard the doorbell ring.

"Did you hear the door?" Tom's older brother, Shon said.

"I got it!" Tom shoved his brother out of the way. He opened the door. His grin widened.

"Hey man," Mark smirked. "Ready?"

"Totally." Tom nodded. The young boys went to Tom's garage.

"Well, I guess we just gotta wait for Scott now." Tom shrugged. He picked up a guitar. "Wanna play in the meantime?"

"Yeah, sure." Mark replied. He positioned himself with his bass.

They played for about a half hour until Tom finally stopped.

"Where the hell's Scott?" Tom became annoyed. "He should've been here by now."

"I don't know." Mark shrugged. "How about we just hang in your room in the meantime?"

"Yeah, I guess." Tom mumbled. It didn't make sense. Scott wouldn't just bail on the band. Who else would be able to play the drums for them?

They went into Tom's room and sat on his bed. Tom sighed while Mark awkwardly looked around the room. Mark then got up to shut the door.

"Do you think Scott will be here soon?" Tom asked.

"I don't think so."

Tom frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Mark laughed nervously, "I didn't tell him about band practice today."

"What? Why not?" Tom was confused. The band couldn't be complete without Scott.

Mark scratched the back of his head. "I kinda wanted it to be just us, you know?"

Tom made a face. "What are you talking about?"

Mark sat back on Tom's bed. He slowly ran his hands down Tom's back and leaned in closer to his face.

Tom jumped out of the bed. "Dude, what the fuck!? That's totally gay!"

"I-I…" Mark stammered. "Y-yeah. You're right. Sorry."

Tom frowned and sat back down. He put his hand on Mark's thigh. "No, I..I just didn't expect that."

Tom gazed into Mark's big, blue eyes. He scooted closer to Mark. Mark put his hand on Tom's chest. He leaned in closer to Tom's face. Tom shivered. Mark rubbed Tom's chest and whispered, "it's okay." He pressed his lips onto Tom's. Tom didn't stop him. In fact, Tom realized that it was a feeling he had been craving from Mark since the day he met him. Tom wrapped his hands around Mark and they began to make out. Mark rested a hand behind Tom's head and ran his fingers through the chocolate brown locks. Tom closed his eyes.

I felt you here tonight, but dreams can't all be real

Tom pressed his hands into his face and shook his head. He looked up and discovered that he was back in the airport. He shivered. He hated those flashbacks. Suddenly, Tom heard the TV. It was a breaking news report.

"There's been a terrible plane accident near Los Angeles. Four people have been announced dead." The news reporter spoke. "The only known survivors so far are DJ Adam Goldstein and rock star Travis Barker…"

Tom became pale. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He began to tear up. T-Travis…

Tom sobbed. His tears hit the photos he was holding. He looked down at the photos. He put the photo of him, Travis, and Mark and put it in his pocket. He put the other photos back in his wallet. Tom looked over and saw that people were beginning to board his flight to San Diego. Tom stood up. He didn't know what to do. He rubbed his back pocket that held the photo. He nodded.

Tom had to get to L.A.

A/N OohhhH! somethings gonna happen!