DENY // AU Thomas Fanfiction

part one

please don't be a silent reader!!

"Thomas!" I shout, quickly trying to orient myself when another smack to the head from a pillow connects to my face.

I jolt up from under my sheets, quickly grabbing the pillow next to me and with all of my might, I whack it across the head of my best friend of over 10 years.

"Okay, I'm sorry! Riley!" Thomas yells, dropping the pillow and holding up his hands in surrender. His laugh fills my ears and I immediately calm down. The gentleness of this voice always seems to do something to me. How can I be mad at him ever?

I get up out of my bed, pushing away the strands of hair that fell in front of my face when I was very rudely interrupted from my slumber.

"Literally what was the point of that Tommy?" I huff out, trying to act like I wasn't completely swoon over him with his spikey dark brown morning hair and the white tank top that brings out his toned arms and blue pajama pants combo.

I mentally face palm myself when I realize I'm staring.

"You always sleep in and I was just soooooo bored," Thomas replies, adding an unnecessary amount of syllables to the 'so'. "And Connor isn't here." He whines. Connor is my older brother who's pretty close to Thomas as he use to babysit us all the time when we were little. He went on a fishing trip with his buddies. Thomas tried to join but then realized he would make a complete fool out of himself because he doesn't know the first thing about fishing.

"Or you just couldn't get enough of me?" I retort, a smirk creeping up on my face.

"Oh come on, you know you can't get enough of me either." He jokingly flirts back, although I secretly hope he's not joking, with that same smile that absolutely melts my heart.

I roll my eyes when he walks over and I think he's leaning in for a hug but then he lifts me up of over his shoulders in one smooth motion, his hands on my legs keeping me stable.

"TOMMY I SWEAR TO GOD" I yell, slapping and punching his back as he takes me out of our bedroom, all the way downstairs, and drops me onto the couch. I can't help but throwing my head back and laughing, my messy yet soft brown waves getting thrown off my shoulder.

"I hate you." I mumble through a smile once I finally relax.

"You know you love me," Thomas says with a smirk as he wiggles his eyebrows up and down, knowing he's not lying. He grabs my hand and swiftly lifts me to my feet. "Come on, let's have breakfast, Rye." Him calling me by his nickname he gave me for only him makes me feel weak in the freaking knees.

Me and Thomas' family are staying in this beach house for a week for Fourth of July, a tradition we've been doing every year since we were probably 2 years old. But since Connor is on his trip with his friends, the only "kids" in the house are me and Thomas, meaning we get the whole house to ourselves every morning as our parents like to go on early morning boat rides. I mean, we try to join them but I always end up waking up too late and Thomas doesn't want to go without me. And no, we're not together, we're just best friends and have been our whole life. Although I do have thoughts regularly about us being more that that, though I shouldn't. I mean, he's basically like my family, right? Shoot.

"Hmmm." I hum as I look in the fridge, seeing nothing but disgusting leftovers from when Mom tried to cook for once. Why didn't we throw it out? I look over at Thomas, who seems to have already being staring.

"Another cafe run?" He asks, reading my mind.

"Unfortunately." I let out an exasperated sigh, obviously joking because who wouldn't want delicious pasties every morning.

"Okay, let's go get changed and then go. Unless you wanna go in that." He winks at me, looking me up and down. I chuckle, looking down at myself, also secretly trying to cover up the crimson color that tainted my cheek. I'm wearing the cutest PJ set from Victoria's Secret but it covers up about 1/3 of my body so I think Tommy's right, for once.

"Race you there!" I yell, catching him off guard as I start running up the stairs.

"Hey!" He shouts, quickly catching up to me with his long legs, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me back so he's in front of me. I pretended to fall back and my face "fills with fear" before I feel a hand on my lower back and another one on my forearm, pulling me to safety.

"Oh my gosh are you okay?? I'm so sorry." He utters, his face filled with worry and sorrys. A smile is immediately brought to my face as I laugh. I completely fooled him.

"Forget I said that." Thomas rolls his eyes as he lets go after making sure I'm stable and walks into our room. I follow him, with a smile still spread across my face.

Before I can even think, Thomas has ripped his shirt off and he's digging in his drawers looking for another one.

"What? Nothing you haven't seen before." He smiles snuggly. Shit. He caught me staring. Once again.

"Don't boost your ego." I laugh and try to shrug it off although heat is radiating off of my whole body. I hope he doesn't feel that. I turn around and strip off my pajamas, hesitating at first but then not caring about the boy behind me. I mean like he said, nothing he hasn't seen before! I slip on low rise jean shorts and a red lace tank top that I guess you could say makes the girls pop out. But I cringe everytime Mom says that so please don't quote me.

I turn around, Thomas has changed into shorts and a grey shirt which, I can't deny, makes every muscle in his arm look very attractive.

"Let's go!!" I jump up, way too excited to get to the bakery, yet again. Thomas just gives me that soft smile as he looks at me with that bright glint in his soft, brown eyes.

Oh my gosh. I am so head over heels.