The lives of Thomas Sangster and I// TBS FANFIC

Chapter 1

Hi guys! This is my new story and I would just like to clear a few things up with you.
1) I am actually British, even though this is set in America. So please, if I do get some info wrong, please either comment politely or just brush over it. Also, if there are some grammatical mistakes, I am doing as best I can.
2) Everytime there is a new character, there will be a photo of them above, as most will be based on real people, and it will state who the person is portraying
3) Also, most of the time, if there is an outfit in the book, it will be posted along with the chapter, so I just thought you guys should know!

*Photo of Mia Beale*

We were five when we first met. It was a very stereotypical way of meeting. Two kids meet at kindergarten and become best friends, the usual. But at the same time, it was different. It wasn't just a friendship where the two people like to spend time with each other, it was sort of... Obsessive, in some ways, but not creepy. We would spend every waking hour together, then sleep over at each others houses. We knew about each other's families and lives just as well as we knew our own. And it's never changed. Even now that we're seventeen, it's no different. That's just the lives of Thomas Brodie-Sangster and I.

The steel grip around my waist tightens as the alarm clock blares the same familiar beeping noise it does at 6:30am daily. Soft hair tickles the back of my neck as he buries his head in the crook of mine. Using my 'overpowering strength' I attempt to remove his arms from me, failing miserably. I twist my head round to look at him, and playfully slap his arms, indicating I want to move. When he doesn't move, I slap him again, hoping for some response.
"Tommyyy!" I drag out the end of his name, wriggling as I do so. The typical response of a groan rings my ears as he tightens his grip again, lightly laughing as he does.
"I'll pour the glass of water on you." With that, his arms snake away from my waist and he leaps up out of bed, clutching his head.
"You okay there Tommy boy?" My chest bounces as I chuckle slightly, pulling the duvet over my legs, now in a crossed over each other.
"Head rush. Damn you Beale." Again, I chuckle and slap his bare back a couple of times.
"You need to get ready. I'm having a shower, pick me back up at 8?" I run my slender fingers through my dark golden hair, removing the few knots at the end.
"Will do. In a bit Mia." Thomas opens the French doors that lead onto the balcony, and leap from mine to his. Our houses are next door to each other, and the little balconies on each are literally three feet apart, leaving an easy route from one to the other if we're feeling lazy. Which is most days. Seeing that he got across okay, I grab a towel and take a quick shower. Thirty minutes later, I jump out, towel drying my hair, leaving it to set in its natural waves. I dress myself in a pale blue strapless dress, with a thin tan belt going round the waist. I pair it with a set of brown sandals and a cute flower in my hair. Since it's only the start of the summer term, I can wear something light but cute. I decide to leave my makeup all natural apart from the small dab of mascara I can't live without. By the time Im ready, Thomas has already pulled up outside my house in his Buick LaCrosse, beeping his horn for me to get in. He eyes me up and down for a moment, a confused look on his face.
"It's from your moms boutique." He nods in understanding, obviously remembering the dress from somewhere.
"Well, first impressions do count. You trying to look good for the new guy?" Thomas smirks at me and we begin to drive to school.
"I completely forgot he was even coming. This is me you're talking to." I laugh slightly, the wind blowing in my hair.

I hopped out of the car as Tom pulled into the parking lot, straightening out my dress as I did so, which ended up being completely pointless. Thomas grabs one of my arms and in one slick motion, throws me onto his back, crumpling my just straightened dress.
His body bounces causing mine to as well as he runs across the parking lot towards the school entrance, gaining the usual looks from everyone around us.
Thomas and I run down the hallways, hand in hand, trying not to be late for home room. Still people stare, wondering what on earth kind of relationship me and Tom have. It doesn't bother me anymore. Some people think we're dating, some think it's a secret, there's all kind of speculations. But really, I don't even know what it is. One minute we'll be bickering like an old married couple, and the next, we have our arms around each other in a tight embrace. I would say there is no in between, but with Thomas and I, that's not the case. We skid round the final corner and crash through the door to home room to find everyone, including Miss Picket, staring at us.
"Miss Beale, Mr Sangster, where have you been?" Using a boney finger, the teacher slides her winged glasses up her slightly hooked nose, glaring at us.
"Sorry Miss, we just didn't realise the time." She shakes her head at my reply, and we quickly shuffle to sit down, finding a space next to Britt. Even though Thomas was my best friend, Britt was too. However, we weren't like Thomas and I. We met when we started high school, and it's continued ever since. I tap my fingers in a steady rhythm on the table, until Britt smacks my hand.
"So are you going to tell me where you were?" She turns to stare at me, a grin playing on her lips, and I give her my typical glare of disapproval.
"Really, Britt? You know it's not like that. He's basically my brother. It would be like screwing my brother. Imagine me screwing you, and that's what it's like." Britt covers her face in her hands and shakes it quickly.
"That's gross Mia! How do you even come up with that?" I smirk slightly, and place my pencil behind my ear.
"But now you get it, right?" She groans and nods, and I smile with satisfaction. As I look up from my desk, an unfamiliar face Stares into the room from the other side of the door. I nudge Britt, and she looks up.
"Dayum he's fine." She pulls out the elastic in her hair, and shakes it about. I pinch the bridge of my nose, laughing at her stupidity, and then point the guy out to Thomas, just before he walks into the room.

The new guy walks over to Miss Pickets desk, and she directs him to the empty desk behind Britt. He places his bag down, and runs his hand through his deep brown hair. Both me and Britt spin round, now facing him. Britt stares at him for a moment, before he finally looks at her, slightly weirded out.
"Can I help you?" His brown eyes flick from me, to Britt and back again, his foot tapping against the floor.
"So you're a New Yorker, huh. I'm Britt." She sticks out her hand, showing off her freshly painted nails.
"How did you know that? And I'm Dylan O'Brien." He swiftly accepts the hand shake, and smiles, quite goofily actually, but it was cute.
"You're accent gave everything away." Britt smiles sweetly, her plump lips curving in the corners. Dylan turns to me, looking at me for a moment before I realise what he wants.
"Oh, I'm Mia. And this, is Thomas." I smack Tom on the head and he spins round, glaring at me, then shaking Dylan's hand.
"So why'd you move to LA?" Britt asks, crossing her legs in her chair.
"You know, the usual. My Dad got a promotion, forcing us to move out here. Plus I want to be an actor, so it's quite a good opportunity I guess." Dylan shrugs his shoulders.
"Well, I think you as Tommy Boy will get along quite well then. He wants to act too." I smack Thomas again, making him pull out one headphone, and turning back towards us.
"O'Brien here wants to act too you know." I flick my thumb towards Dylan, and a spark lights up in Thomas' eyes.
"You want to act?" Soon, Thomas and Dylan are in deep conversation, leaving me and Britt to ourselves. She lightly sniggers, but I let it slide, until she does it a couple more times.
"Seriously Britt, what is so funny?" Still, she stifles a laugh, until I punch her in the arm.

"How have you not noticed?" I get confused as to what I was supposed to notice, and she sees it on my face.
"Dylan. He's totally checking you out!" I scoff.
"Yeah, totally. We met ten minutes ago, and You do this all the time. You think someone's checking you out when really it's the opposite way. But I'm not checking him out, so you're wrong." Britt groans lightly, and flicks her eyes and nods her head towards him a couple of times, before getting back to her phone. After a moment or so, I look behind her to Dylan, and realise he is looking at me. Is he really checking me out? Then, the dreaded noise of the bell sounds the start of first period, and we head off to class.

Third person

She was beautiful. But not in an obvious kind of way. She wasn't a girl that would walk down the hallways and have every set of eyes pointed at her. She wasn't a girl that every guy would drool over as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. But she was still beautiful. The way her blue eyes captivated you as they sparkled in the light. Her smile that would lift the weight of worlds off anyone's shoulders. Her golden blonde hair that flowed down her back, whilst her clothes hugged her delicate figure. She was beautiful, but she always failed to notice it, meaning others did too.