𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦-𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦

one

chapter one:
The return

     Thomas didn't think his morning would be full of preparations for his fathers funeral. The last he even saw his father was days ago, the man telling him to stay home for the night. He didn't pay much attention to it, his father never really cared enough if he left or not. Something about that night still just felt odd.

The way his father looked worried for once in his entire life, Thomas didn't even know his father could worry. Half the time he was ignoring him or yelling at him to do better with himself.

He was supposed to be this perfect vessel, a copy of Tyler. Yet Thomas didn't wanna be like his brother, he hated everything that was Tyler. That's probably why his relationship with his brother was shitty.

He felt alone even inside of his own home, his mother and brother were all he had left. Deep down he still felt utterly isolated and alone, no one would care if he dropped dead or disappeared for weeks.

He walked down the steps, watching as people went back and forth saying sorry, holding onto plates of food. He sighed as he walked towards the front door, Tyler stood there with a fake smile, his eyes dull as he thanked people for coming.

Thomas leaned into the doorway opposite, his gaze looking at people as they walked past. So many people were here and not a single one really cared about the mayor's death.

"You look like shit man, you could've at least put on the suit mom laid out for you". Thomas looked at Tyler as he smiled weakly at a woman who walked inside holding onto a tray of food.

"I hate suits, they make my neck itchy. It won't even matter, this shit show will be over in a few hours and I'll only stay for half of that, if I'm lucky".

Thomas pushed his hands into his sweater pocket as Tyler sighed "could at least pretend to care about this, you know mom will be pissed if you run off".

Thomas chuckled "please, I could leave right now and she wouldn't even notice, you're just pissed because you can't get away with it like me, seeing your mom's favorite of us both".

Tyler scoffed "yeah right man! We both know you're clearly the favorite, she lets you do whatever you want, now that dads dead it'll only increase".

Thomas rolled his eyes "likely to decrease". He walked past Tyler, he turned when Tyler grabbed his arm. "Seriously man, todays not the day to be a douchebag, if I'm stuck here, then so are you".

Thomas let out a heavy breath as he glared at Tyler "you gonna stop me? Otherwise let me go". Tyler sneered angrily as his hold tightened on Thomas's arm. "For once in your life, stop being an asshole".

Thomas felt the same rage he always felt slipping into his body. The same rage that made him feel cursed for most of his life. He pulled his arm out of Tyler's grasp, his foot slipping on the edge of the ground.

He cursed to himself as he fell down the first step bumping right into Elena. He let out a frustrated breath as he caught his balance.

His gaze looked right at Elena "watch it Gilbert". He hovered over her, her eyes intense as they looked straight into his. "You bumped into me" he nodded slightly "just watch your surroundings next time, can't have a repeat of eighth grade where I broke your leg by accident, we all know you're clumsy".

He smiled at her weakly before he started to walk down the steps. He turned around "also love the new look you got going on, it's almost like you're a completely new person".

He turned back around and walked off, he ignored the looks he got as he made his way towards the grill.