Into The Fire (Thomas Brodie-Sangster Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8- Explanations

Thomas' POV:

I fell to the ground in fear. The car halted, inches away from my face. I was safe. Overwhelmed, I tried to steady my breathing and held my head, shutting my eyes tight. I hear the car doors shuts and two figures appear in from of me, crouching down in front of me and their hands shaking me until my vision became clear once more. 

I look up to see a worried Ansel. Next to him was a woman I'd never seen before. They were both talking but I was too confused to understand. The two helped me up and took me to the car, where I sat in the driver's seat to calm down. A few moments later, my breathing steadied and I could comprehend their words.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Shall we take you to see a doctor? Oh my God." The woman was hysterically moving her hands in front of me, checking to see if my vision was clear. 

"I'm fine. Just a little shook up, that's all. Thankfully, you stopped in time." I take my head in my hands, realizing how strong of a headache I had.

"I'm so sorry, dude. Here, I'll take you home and then you can rest." Ansel's hand rubbed my shoulder to comfort me. I give him a confused look and point to the girl, who was now frantically moving back and forth in worry. "My girlfriend. This wasn't the way I wanted you to meet her, but here we are. Jennifer, come here," he pauses to wait for her and when she is next to him, he takes her hand in his. "This is Thomas. Thomas, this is my girlfriend, Jennifer." 

She puts out her other hand and I shake it. This is all so awkward, as they almost killed me, but I'm fine so I can't complain. We all pile into the car and drove to the next street, where the house was. During the two minute drive, they apologized about thirty times each. 

Jennifer seemed nice. She kept starring up at Ansel, as if he would disappear if she looked away. She was all over him. And the way he rubbed her thigh so reassure her I was fine was so cute. I want that. But I guess I kind of blew the only chance I had with Lydia. I know I did.

Ansel's POV:

We arrived home and I parked in the driveway while Jennifer helped Thomas out of the car and lead him into the house. She was so sweet, the way she presses her lips into a straight line when she worries and how she cares so much about others. I love her, I really do. I'm just scared to say it to her. 

Jennifer comes back outside and approaches me. She reaches out her hands and I take them in mine. I was so lucky to have her. We hugged and she exclaimed, "I need to go. My sister is waiting for me to pick her up from this party she's at. I'll bring your car back tomorrow. I'll even clean it for you." 

She was about to pull away but she gave me a last squeeze and whispered in my ear, "I- I love you, baby." Then she cupped my face and kissed me. My tongue danced with hers. She said she loved me! WOW! YAY! I almost cried tears of happiness. I pulled away and kisses her forehead. 

"I love you too," I whispered. 

We shared a final kiss and then she drove away in my car. She really loves me. 

I was so overwhelmed I almost forgot about Thomas. Oops. I rush inside and find him in Dylan's room, lying on his camp bed, moaning. 

" Dude, you feeling okay? Again, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you in the street. I feel terrible." I sit down next to him. He gets up, mimicking my seating position. 

"I'm fine. Get that into your bloody head, mate. Don't feel bad. I was just in a bad place and didn't know how else to act. I guess I needed to get away. Literally." 

We shared a laugh and then he turned to face me. "So if yo feel so terrible, why are you smiling?" His smirk broke me and I told him how Jennifer told me she loved me for the first time. 

"Wow, that's great! You make an adorable couple. Congrats!" 

"So tell me, why were you in a bad place? What happened?" I frowned when he looked away, clearly too embarrassed to face me.

"I-I just, uh, I like this girl. And I screw things up. Well, we both did. I was too scared to tell her how I feel and she was making out with someone else, so we're both to blame. I don't know what to do. Things are so complex right now. I wish it was simpler. To be quite frank, I just want what you have." He looks down and his cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. That's sweet. The guy just wants to be happy. 

"It'll all work out. You should talk to her. I'm sure things will turn out okay." 

There's a knock on the bedroom door and Lydia stumbles into the room. 

Lydia's POV:

"Ansel, can I talk to Thomas for a minute? Uh- alone please." 

He nods and exits the room, closing the door behind him. I sit next to Thomas. He doesn't speak or even look at me. I can't believe what I did. I let Alex kiss me. And I deserve to be ignored by him. He's so caring and kind. I'm just a bitch. 

"I heard what happened. Jennifer told me when I bumped into her in the hallway. I know it's all my fault. I'm the one that caused you to run into the street and almost get killed. I'm so sorry. Are you alright? How are you feeling?" 

Thomas just nods, still looking away. Yet as I speak, his tense muscles relax, more with every words. I put my hand on his knee and he doesn't move it. 

"Listen, I know you must hate me. I'm not here to change that. Frankly, I don't know if I can. But I do feel that you -at the very least- deserve an explanation. What you saw before; it's not how it looked. Alex was comforting me because I was upset about my mom. Then, it just sort of happened. But Alex kissed me, not the other way around. And I was so caught up in the moment that I guess I didn't stop him. I should've though, because it was wrong. It felt so wrong. I didn't want him to kiss me, anyway. I feel nothing for him." 

I took a long pause as he turned to face me, our eyes interlocking. 

"The only person that I wanted me to kiss; was you Thomas. Only you.."

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A/N:

The feeeeeeels :) I'm so happy right now :')

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