Chapter Three: This Awkward Silence Makes Me Crazy ⊙ω⊙

TOM

Tom DeLonge paced back and forth aggressively in the waiting room. He was too nervous to see Travis. Would Travis be happy to see him? Is Travis even conscience? He looked around the hospital. The walls were pale white, Tom felt uneasy. He hadn't been to a hospital in a long time, and forgot how creepy they were. Tom tried to focus on other things.

I wonder if Mark has been here yet.

Tom shook his head. Of course he has. Mark and Travis were a lot closer than Tom and Travis were. After all, they started their own band together when Blink-182 broke up. Tom never really gave +44 a chance, he was too caught up with his own amazing band, Angels and Airwaves.

Tom looked around and noticed a girl was staring at him. He awkwardly looked down and crossed his arms. He didn't want to be noticed today. He was too worried about Travis. Tom decided that he was ready. He looked for a nurse.

"Hey," Tom waved to a nurse, "can you tell me which room Travis Barker is in?"

"Sure, he's in room 400. Let me take you there." The nurse smiled. Tom couldn't see why someone would be so happy to work in a hospital. He supposed she had to stay positive somehow.

"Thanks." He nodded.

The nurse guided Tom to Travis's room. Tom thanked her and stared in the room. He was hesitant. Was he really ready? Tom took a deep breath and walked inside. He saw Travis lying in a hospital bed, his left arm prompted up and IVs practically covering his body. Tom started tearing up. Travis slowly moved his head towards Tom.

"T-Tom…" Travis whispered.

"Hey." Tom laughed nervously. "I came as soon as I heard about the crash."

"I figured you would." Travis mumbled. "It's awesome to see you, man."

"Yeah…" Tom scratched his head.

"I really appreciate you coming here," Travis smirked, "even though we haven't exactly seen each other in so long."

"Yeah, right…" Tom chuckled. He pulled up a chair next to Travis's bed. He sat down.

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Has Mark come by yet?" Tom blurted. He blushed.

"Not yet." Travis replied. "I know he'll be here as soon as he can though."

"As soon as he…" Tom's voice trailed off. Suddenly, he heard footsteps.

He looked up and saw Mark above him.

MARK

Mark Hoppus arrived at the hospital in the early afternoon right after he jumped off his flight. He wasn't as nearly as excited as he was before. He had spent a lot of time thinking about this moment. Overthinking like he usually does. What will Travis say? Would he even say anything at all? Fuck it. Whatever happens, happens. Mark takes a step forward and precedes to walk into the hospital.

Where the fuck is he? Mark never liked asking for directions, he thought it interfered with his musky manliness. After a little wandering around and a few bathroom breaks he managed to find Travis in room 400.

Alright, this'll be easy, go in there, and break the ice by cracking some dick jokes. Mark had a plan, but nothing he would have ever planned would prepare him for what he was about to see, or who.

Mark walked in with confidence and ease, it was just Travis anyway. Or at least, at first glance.

Right before his shocked cool ocean blue eyes he had suddenly realized he was in view of a locked gaze with the one gorgeous man he had been dreaming and masturbating about for all these years. It was him, his bandmate, his friend, his lover, his everything, his Tom.

Tom Delonge.

Mark watched Tom's eyes gaze upon him like a lion hunting a prey. Mark wasn't sure what to do, his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He was happy, shocked, nervous, but most of all unprepared. How did this happen? Obviously Travis was their only true connection, and either of them would've visited him eventually, but at the same, on the same day. It must of been fate.

Fate fell short this time, Your smile fades in the summer, Place your hand in mine

I'll leave when I wanna

"T-Tom? …" Mark mumbled.

Tom stayed silent as he was just as shocked.

Memories flooded into Mark's mind at an alarming rate. Those days in high school, backstage, in recording sessions. It was all coming back. But what should he do? Did Tom still feel the same? That tall handsome man? What if he had moved on? What if Tom didn't feel the same way anymore? Before Mark could ask himself another question Tom had already stood up, grabbed Mark by the arms, and planted a kiss right onto his lips.

I'm feeling this.

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