Make a Wish (Thomas Sangster FanFiction)

The Boy

Evellyn's POV

"Evey! Evey wake up!"

"No!" I roll over to my other side, away from the disrupter of my slumber.

"But Nanny Mcphee is playing down stairs!" That made me bolt up from my bed and run downstairs towards the family room, where Nanny Mcphee is, infact, playing on the tv. I hear laughter coming from upstairs but I didn't mind it. All I was thinking about is watching the movie.

I saw the intro play and my heart was beating fast, I was very anxious to see it, to see him.

By him I meant Thomas Sangster, the love of my life. Sure, I was fourteen, but I didn't care. I hear my sister descent from the stairs and sit next to me.

"Honestly Evey, you are way too obsessed with that boy."

"How many times am I going to tell you this, Ava? It's not an obsession! It's just an admiration!" I exclaimed. She honestly always knows how to get on my nerves.

"Yeah yeah, if you say so." She says while laughing.

"Whatev- SHUT UP IT'S HIS SCENE!" I yelled, causing her to jump slightly.

"Jeez! Quiet down or you're going to wake Mom and Dad up!"

"Just shut up for a second will you?!"

"Whatever." She finally slumps back down on her seat next to me.

After what seemed like an hour, Mom and Dad finally woke up and cooked breakfast. You see, they're both chefs of our own restaurant franchise. It's very popular now and our parents have a lot of credibility. My sister Ava and I support them so much, because even when they come home tired from work they still make time for us. My mom and Ava are the only ones who agree with my so called 'obsession' with Thomas, but I didn't really mind that they called it that, it's just sort of annoying. I may be fourteen but my feelings for him were off the charts. I know that he's a year older than me, but I didn't care, I was head over heels for him. Plus my mom approves of him so it's all set. All I needed to do was meet him.

Pretty soon the movie ended and I was just left alone with my thoughts. I climbed upstairs to my bedroom to change out of my pyjamas.

I wore a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved blouse with my sneakers instead. I walked downstairs and made my way to the kitchen to get some food.

I haven't even bothered leaving the family room to get breakfast because I was so engrossed in the movie.

I honestly love the movie, not just because of him, well, more or less, but also because of the moral lesson that it gives off. But in real life I'd be terrified if Nanny Mcphee showed up at my doorstep.

After eating breakfast I just decided to lounge around in the house.

Pretty soon it was already bed time and I needed to sleep. I just changed into my pyjamas and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Ava joined me and we just made some small talk.

"So.. you really like him do you?"

"Obviously. And I don't just like him, I love him."

"Yeah, sure you do."

"Whatever. I do. And I don't care if he doesn't know me, because I will get to meet him." I say as a matter of factly.

"And when will that happen, hmm?"

"Soon."

"What do you mean by soon?"

"I mean soon. I'll get to meet him soon."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Anyways, I'm going to sleep. Sweet dreams, brit."

That's her nickname for me, brit. She says it's because Thomas is British.

I sigh and wash my mouth as I look into the mirror to see my reflection.

I had brown eyes, so darkly brown that they almost looked black. And I had thick eyebrows, thicker than anyone else's. I was pale, and quite chubby, but I had a tall stature. My nose was slightly covered in freckles. And I had dark brown hair that was also kind of reddish. All in all I was beautiful, stunning really. But I couldn't see it. People always said that I was beautiful, but I never believed them. I never believed I was beautiful.

But Ava was.

Ava had the same reddish brown hair as mine, but hers was a bit more brownish. She had pale skin like mine, but she inherited our father's striking blue eyes. Unlike me, she was thin and fit, and just a little bit taller than me, even though we're two years apart. She was sixteen, and I was fourteen. Her hair was longer than mine, it reached her waist, but mine only reached my shoulders. And she didn't need glasses, as to me who always had them on, because I was always fond of reading, specially during the night.

I went back to my room and looked out the window. Just then a shooting star passed by.

I closed my eyes tightly and wished. I wished that one day I'll be able to meet him.

"Please. Please. I wish I could meet him. Even if it was nine years from now. Please. I beg of you, please." I whispered to myself.

I sighed and laid down on my bed as I drifted off to sleep.

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Hey guys! So... First chapter, how'd you guys like it so far? I think it's pretty boring. Btw, the pic is my queen Lily Collins, I dunno how old she is there though. Maybe about five? I'm not exactly sure. Anyways, hope you liked it!