Sometimes ~ Thominho

1. Distance

In the simplest way possible, neither Thomas nor Minho had an easy life. And to be one hundred percent honest, none of their friends did either. Maybe that's what drew them all together. 

Brenda's parents passed away in elementary school, so she lives with her uncle, Jorge. Thomas's parents were both assholes. Newt's dad sucked and left his mom struggling. Minho's mom passed away in the 6th grade. Gally? No one knows, other than Brenda. Frypan was just as confusing. Teresa wasn't open, either. She and Thomas talked, but that was it. 

They were all emotionally drowning. But at least it was together. 

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Minho was sitting on his bed reading when he heard yelling coming from the apartment above his. Thomas's apartment. Soon came the music, deafeningly loud music. 'Everlong' by Foo Fighters began playing. 

This wasn't out of the ordinary. And Thomas hated it. He couldn't hide it from Minho, even though he deeply wished he could. 

Minho's father wasn't home since it was only 4:30 in the evening, so Minho texted Thomas asking if he wanted to come over. Thomas obviously agreed.

Thomas slipped on his beat-down Converse, grabbed his old backpack, and walked out the front door. His parents wouldn't notice. He climbed down the single set of stairs and knocked on the Parker's door. 

Minho quickly opened the door and stepped aside for Thomas to come in. "welcome to my humble abode," Minho called, making a dramatic hand motion around the apartment. "shut up, as if I haven't been here at least 40 times," Minho just rolled his eyes and began walking to his room.

Thomas cut in front of him and flopped onto Minho's bed. "Dude? Mind giving me some room?" Thomas rolled his eyes, though Minho couldn't see. "Actually, I do." Thomas rolled over.

"That's what I thought," Minho laid down by Thomas. They had never minded being close, mentally and physically. Minho looked over at Thomas, "What's it about now?" Thomas huffed, "Not sure." 

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Within a week, there was another fight. A bad one. Minho had already texted Thomas, per usual. Thomas never responded. He texted him again. No response. 

He didn't show up to school the next day. Everyone asked Minho where Thomas was. He didn't have an answer. Minho texted Thomas. Still no response. 

Thomas had seemed completely fine the day before, so what happened? Minho couldn't sleep and he knew Thomas never went to bed early, so he decided to climb the fire escape to Thomas's window.

His blinds were closed and the light was off. He knocked once, to which he got no response. He knocked again. nothing. He went back to his own and sat at his desk. 

He texted Thomas. He knew he wouldn't get anything back. And he didn't. Minho went to bed trying to ignore the fact that Thomas had simply fallen off the earth's face.

He wasn't at school the next day. Or the next. Or the next. Four whole days of Thomas's disappearance went by. There were loud arguments every night, only two voices, though. Thomas's was never heard. 

Another two days went by. Teachers were confused. Minho was confused. All of their friends were confused. Not to mention worried. This had never happened, so why now? 

His parents didn't sound confused when Minho would listen to their arguments. Thomas was never even mentioned. Not once. Minho only wanted answers, but he didn't have the guts to ask Thomas's parents. What would happen if he got the answer he didn't want? what was that answer?

He also didn't want to rat Thomas out if he had finally escaped his parents' bullshit. He would be mad at him, though. Leaving without saying a word was unforgivable in his mind.

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619 words :(

very short but wtv 

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