ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ ||ᴀɴ ꜱʙɪ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴀᴜ||

One

   Tommy laid in his bed, blue eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He was just now starting to process what happened. He assumed it was some kind of fantasy dream until he flopped onto his bed.

It was nearly morning and he had gotten no sleep whatsoever. It wasn't like he never had pulled an all nighter before though.

He hauled himself out of bed, trudging over to the pristine mirror. He ran the faucet and splashed water on his face, running his hands over his eyes. He stared at his face, fingers tracing the bags under his eyes.

"THOMAS! MAKE SURE TO DO YOUR ASSIGNMENTS THEN GO OUTSIDE." A feminine voice shouted through the walls.

The teen sighed then replied with a, "YES MOTHER." He quickly ran the brush through his hair and brushed his teeth. He turned and walked out of the bathroom, going to his desk.

He woke the computer up on his desk and collapsed into the chair. His blue eyes scanned the article and began to annotate. He wrote a quick summary on a blank paper and as he finished that up, he played a bit of music. There was a band in particular he enjoyed and he felt as though sometimes he could relate to it.

Tommy stood up, going over to his closet and taking out a red and white hoodie. He slipped it over his head and grabbed some black sweatpants. He also snatched a red puffer vest from the rack and put it over himself.

He walked down the hallway, making sure he wouldn't disrupt his mother in her room. He went out the front door and down onto the sidewalk.

Tommy glanced up, looking up at the now blue skies. It was hard to believe that the earlier night was eerie.

Someone tapped Tommy's shoulder, jolting him out of his trance. He turned on his heels, eyes looking the stranger up and down.

"Hello, could we speak? Walk and talk perhaps?" A man asked, his green eyes spectating the younger. He wore a dark green raincoat (in the sun, which was odd), black sweatpants, and a green and white bucket hat.

Tommy narrowed his eyes, backing up a few steps, "Do I know you?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"No, but I saw you last night." He replied, smirking.

This caught the blond's attention. He tilted his head, "Ok. You got five minutes before I have to head back." He deadpanned.

The man then grinned, "Perfect!"

Tommy raised his brows, waiting for the older to speak. Tommy turned and began to walk again, not in the mood to wait for the green eyed man.

The man quickly caught up, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Philza but you can call me Phil."

"Ok and why the fuck would you need to be called Phil? I will forget about this whole interaction." Tommy snapped, glancing towards the street. A black pick up truck seemed to be trailing slowly behind them.

"You'll be with me much much longer than that mate." He said narrowing his eyes. He wrapped an arm around the smaller, "Think of this as a little... vacation." He smiled.

"What? A vacation?" Tommy squirmed in the grip, feeling very uncomfortable, "Get the fuck off me." He snarled.

Phil gave a curt nod to the truck and it pulled over. Phil opened the door quickly and shoved the struggling blond in.

The door slammed before Tommy could get his bearings. He started to scream until something covered his mouth. He inhaled sharply, taking in the chemicals. He struggled harshly against the grip, blue eyes going to the window. He kicked his heart out until everything was starting to blur.

"Nighty, nighty~" Came a sing-song voice, lulling Tommy into an unconscious state.