Miss Matched // Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty - Future Plans

Dylan rolled out of bed already in a good mood. Thomas still lays in bed, trying to convince himself to get up and go to class as his energetic roommate loudly thumps around the room, getting ready for the day ahead.

"C'mon, Thomas, up and at em!" Dylan encourages him once he's finished dressing.

"No up, no at em." Thomas groans, burying his face in his pillow, "Today has barely started and it already seems like a lot."

Sighing, Dylan steps over to his bed, shaking it a little, "Seriously, dude, I get it. But, it's going to get better once you are on your routine again."

Thomas rolls his eyes, muttering, "Sure it will."

"Well, it will, according to most psychologists, anyway," Dylan says. "Get dressed! I'm not going to breakfast without you, so if I'm grumpy for the rest of the morning, then I'm going to blame it on you!"

Thomas doesn't particularly care if Dylan eats or not. Dylan's version of grumpy was more like a pouty puppies version of grumpy. It wasn't much of a threat. But, he knew he couldn't just lay in bed, hiding away from the rest of his life.

Dylan asks him, "They're moving Ava today, right?"

"Right," Thomas says, sliding out of bed and grabbing a wrinkled shirt from his desk chair.

"Do they know what stage she's in?"

Thomas shrugs, "They're not telling me much anymore. Not since my parents arrived, and I have a feeling my parents are shielding a lot of information from my sister and I."

"Ahh, okay," Dylan frowns, scratching the back of his neck. He feels bad. Thomas can tell. Dylan is transparent.

Thomas huffs, "Don't worry about it, mate. It's out of anyone's hands."

Dylan cringes, looking unconvinced, "It's just...it seems unusual that your parents wouldn't share as much as they could with you and Ava."

"Well, my parents aren't like most parents," Thomas mumbles, perching on his chair to put his socks on. "It's also unusual that they are taking her to Texas and then getting right back on the road for their tour, but that's just them."

"Yeah, I guess." Dylan quietly mutters, "You turned out very different from them..."

Thomas stands up, grabbing his shoes, "I'm related to people I don't relate to."

Dylan grabs his backpack, sensing that Thomas is nearly ready to walk out the door himself, "So what do you think you'll end up doing when you're an adult? Will you be fully committed to a band or your acting career? Or do you think you'll stay different?"

This makes Thomas pause. He turns the thoughts over in his head a few times, slowly moving to grab his own backpack. Finally, he muses, "I don't know. Hopefully I stay different."

Dylan nods, carefully observing him. Thomas definitely looks like he's in better shape today - in comparison to the last few days. Something similar to acceptance has taken over him. It was weird to see, because Thomas was still depressed. But, he was more capable of talking about things.

"The career fair is next week, you know," Dylan mentions. "It's a good opportunity to think about the future a little more."

"Oh, goody," Thomas says sarcastically. "I can't wait."

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Thomas slides into his seat in English class. Only a few people notice his presence as he takes his seat. They offer him kind smiles, but don't say anything. Their messages are clear - I hope you're doing okay, glad you're back, sucks about your sister. Their smiles didn't make Thomas feel any better.