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Third Person POV.
"Y/NNNNNN." Thomas called, sitting with newt and Minho by the bonfire.
"What do you say Thomas?" You said, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips.
"Where's the stuff?" He asked innocently, looking up at you. You didn't answer and his eyebrows lifted a little more.
"Where's the stuff?" He repeated.
"Right here, you slinthead." You smiled, holding out some food for him.
"Thank youuuuu." He said, slightly drunk and tired.
"You're welcome." You smiled, sitting next to him and kissing his cheek as he ate some food.
"You're lucky I have patience, Shank." You laughed lightly, watching him devour the food.
"Hey, it was a long day today. I'm hungry." He said goofily, then held up the kebab.
"This, by the way, freaking delicious. I think I love it." He said slowly, eating some more. You laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder.
"I think I love you, you goofy shank." You smiled, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth of the bonfire and the sound of his heartbeat.
The end.....
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Book 2 of Dylan O' Brien Imagines
FanficBook 2 of Stiles Stilinski Dylan O' Brien Mitch Rapp Thomas and Stuart Towmbly Imagines out of 5 ( Completed )
