Status: Just a fun random story for you guys (feat. Tom Holland)

EP and Boy Wonder: The Tale of Pierre Bouvier and the Part Plasma Prince

“Boy wonder’s gotten under your skin.”

“Hey, what’s up with the kid?”

I looked up at the voice in the doorway. EP was leaning there with a smirk on his lips.
I flipped my iPad over and glowered at him.

“What kid?”

EP snorted. “Spider-Man.”

I rolled my eyes. “Tom Holland is twenty three. Hardly a kid.”

EP crossed his arms and gave me a long look. “Did you know people’s brains don’t stop maturing until they’re at least twenty five?”

I blinked once before shaking my head and turning my iPad back over again.

“He’s too young for you, ya know.”

I took a deep breath before responding in a low voice. “I’m still....”

EP sighed and came to sit next to me. “I’m sorry. That was a bit insensitive. How’re you doing?”

I leaned against his shoulder and exhaled roughly. “I’m missing Mark a lot at the moment...just trying to distract myself.”

EP nudged me gently. “By watching boy wonder here?”

I slapped his shoulder and pushed away from him again. “He can dance and he’s a good actor. That’s it. It’s not like I’d wanna get in his pants.”

EP shook his head. “You see him as any of your characters?”

I tilted my head. “No, not any that I can think of, yet. He’s just Spider-Man.”

“Maybe you should watch his back catalogue and that might give you an idea.” EP smiled softly.

I glanced sideways at him. “You’ve changed.”


“Yeah, where’s the jealousy?”

EP laughed outright at my question. “Two reasons. First, I lost the right to be jealous when you married Mark. Second, you just said you didn’t want to get into his pants. So, what’s to be jealous about?”

I giggled then looked at the paused video that was on the screen of my iPad. I was in the middle of watching a video of Tom showing off his ballet moves.

“He played Billy Elliott in the Billy Elliott musical...”

EP smiled. “You like guys who can dance like that.”

I tilted my head so I could look up at him. “There’s just something about it. A strength...I don’t know, graceful, but powerful. I’m not shallow!”

EP touched my cheek gently. “I can agree with that statement.” He lowered his hand to squeeze his knee. “But, If you were younger you’d probably be writing fan fiction about him, eh?”

I shook my head, but then nodded. “Yeah, most likely.” I threw up my hands. “He’s just...”

EP chuckled again. “Boy wonder’s gotten under your skin.”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s like a boy version of Kayla...oooh...”

EP laughed harder and said, “That Elliott’s girlfriend?”

“Or Gordon’s or any one of my other male characters. Even another version of you had Kayla as a girlfriend.”

EP’s brow furrowed. “Wasn’t that Seb?”

“No, you’re thinking of Sadie. Different fanfic.”

EP stood and started to pace. “How many have you written?”

I flopped back on the couch watching as he moved around the living room. “Over forty, I’d say. Need inspiration, though.”

EP turned and looked at me, a direct look. “Maybe you should try writing something different.”

“Like what?”

EP smirked. “Boy Wonder meets the Famous Five.”

I lifted my eyebrows. “Famous Five?”

EP held up each finger as he spoke. “Vamp Shads, Fallen Angel Trav, Real Pierre, Alex O and yours truly.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Sure, that’d work.” I waved a hand at him dismissively. “I want to write something serious.”

EP crouched down in front of me. “Maybe you could write that fictional fanfic, Pierre Bouvier and the Part Plasma Prince and have Tom play himself playing Spider-Man.”

“Why would I have Spider-Man in my story?”

EP shrugged. “Because he’s the best superhero there is? Oh and he’s a scientific whiz kid. Perfect for a story with Part Plasma in the title.”

I sat up a little, looking at him. “What kind of plot would I even write?”

EP smiled and said, “You’ll think of something. You always do.”

I shook my head again. “Pierre Bouvier and the Part Plasma Prince. Ridiculous.”

“Spidey could save the day.”

I snorted. “Tom could be the Part Plasma Prince.”

EP sat next to me again. “Pierre could save the day.”

I poked his bicep. “Pierre could be the bad guy.”

EP gave me a hard look. “You really like putting Evil Pierre in your stories.”

“I like putting you in my stories, yes.”

EP looked down and smiled a little. “Touché...”

I leant my head on his shoulder again. “Thanks for being here, EP.”

He hesitantly wrapped his arm around my waist. I let him, snuggling in close. Then I giggled.


I peeked up at him. “I could make you Spider-Man.”

EP groaned. “And I suppose Tom would be the Prince?”

I giggled. He snorted, shaking his head. “I’m not flexible enough. Tom can be Spider-Man. I’ll be the bad guy.”

I grinned. “Alrighty. That’s the story sorted then. Once upon a time there was this really really evil man called Pierre and he wanted to destroy the world by getting rid of the Part Plasma Prince, who also happened to be an actor called Tom Holland. In fact, he wasn’t just Tom Holland he was also Spider-Man. And Spider-Man was too awesome for Pierre to thwart. So, Pierre decided to go home and forget about his plot. And Tom/Peter/Spidey lived happily ever after.”

EP just stared at me after that and got up. “I think you need sleep, babe. I’m outta here.” And with that statement he vanished from in front of me.

I just laughed and flopped back on the couch, closing my eyes.