"Y/N. Y/N, stop." I was dragging him across the pavement and into the warehouse. Thomas was pulling on my hand, trying to escape his hand from mine.
Even though he was stronger than me my excitement was too great to let go.
"So who's Thomas. Haha, that's funny. You're Thomas but then there's a character called Thomas. Imagine if he has to call you Tommy. I would laugh! Who's Gally? And Alby and Minho and Teresa and Oh My Gosh! Chuck! Who's Chuck?" I went on and on.
"Y/N, calm down." Thomas kept protesting but I ignored him.
I ran into the warehouse and let go of Thomas's hand.
First of all, I saw a young boy with flat dark hair. His clothes were scruffy and messy which I guessed was his costume.
So I ran up to him.
"Hello." I said.
"Hi there." He smiled. Then I recognised who it was.
"OMG, no way. Are you Dylan O'Brien?" I asked.
"The very same. I play Thomas." He smiled. "You?" He asked.
"Huh?"
"Which role do you play?" He asked.
"Oh." I laughed "I don't play a role. I'm just here with Thomas."
Thomas ran up to me, out of breath.
"I'm his-" I started but Thomas interrupted me. I was so angry I could of screamed at him. I felt my heart shatter when he shouted "Friend. She's my friend."
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Really short chapter I'm so sorry updating another one in a second....-K
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FanfictionSomeone like him doesn't love someone like me. But he did, he made me smile again against all odds. But, like everyone, they leave. But this time, I had a second chance.
