The lives of Thomas Sangster and I// TBS FANFIC

Chapter 2

*PHOTO OF OAKLEE BEALE*

Sitting in math was like sitting in an empty room for three days straight. Boring, and even more boring. If I wanted to be this bored, I would have just listened to my father talk about mechanics for an hour. Even then, it would still be more interesting than this. At least, however, I do get to sit next to Thomas, which does give me some kind of entertainment for the lesson. We pass notes back and forth repeatedly, the teacher too caught up in maths to notice. Britt and Dylan aren't in our class, but we are all in the same biology next. Scribbling down some pointless notes, I feel something light land in my lap. I look down to see another scrunched up piece of paper lying on my dress.
"What's happening this weekend?" Quickly, I write back, not actually knowing whats going on this weekend. Again, I feel another land in my dress, and I unfold it, attempting not to make any noise.
"We should go to the beach on Saturday. Either us two, or all four of us if they want to come?" I look up and nod to Thomas. Tom and I had always loved going to the beach. Spending hours in the sun on the sand was just my kind of thing, but I had to be doing something. None of this sunbathing crap. Playing volleyball or messing about in the water, but not just sitting there burning to a crisp. Before I know it, the bell signals the end of class. I grab my bag and an arm drapes over my shoulder. Turning to Thomas, I remember something that I personally would class important.
"Oh Tom, we will have to be back before 3pm on Saturday. Dance recital, remember? So we'll have to leave early in the morning to get to the beach." He nods his head in approval.
"You're so dedicated to this dance stuff. I could never do it, my arms just flailed about everywhere." Motioning with his arms what he means, he almost hits another kid in the head.
"That's because I actually want to take this somewhere. And you were never very good at the dancing side of things, football is most definitely your strong point." Thomas laughs at my remark, and we make our way to Biology.
***
Sitting next to Dylan in Biology is kind of fun. Learning new things about other people was always something I enjoyed, to Thomas' amusement.
"So you've been doing this dancing stuff for how long now?" Dylan taps the end of his pencil against his book, looking at me intently.
"Thirteen years now, I started when I was four." I smile back at him. His eyes widen and he stutters for a brief moment.
"You must be amazing then! I- I'll have to come watch sometime." Gesturing his hand to me, he smiles softly, blushing slightly too.
"I wouldn't say that but yeah, sure. I've got my ballet recital on Saturday if you want to come?" Dylan nods and we continue our conversations until the end of the lesson.
Lunch came fairly quickly to my surprise, and we invited Dylan to sit with us. Grabbing some pasta and an apple, I sit with my tray next to Thomas, facing Dylan and Britt. Just as Thomas begins to speak, Britt places her finger in the air; Thomas stumbling over his words.
"Before you speak Tom, I'd just like to remind all of you, that prom will be in a few weeks, and we all need to find dates." She starts tucking into her lunch, and we all sit there, looking at her.
"I-is that all?" Tom waits for her to finish her mouthful.
"Yeah- wait no. Mia, you're coming dress shopping with me on Sunday." Again, Thomas looks to her for approval, and she nods towards him.
Clapping his hands together once, Thomas begins. "Okay then." We all discuss the plans for the weekend, deciding that we will go to the beach Saturday morning, my ballet recital in the afternoon, and Britt and I will shop on Sunday.
Soon, the end of school arrives, and Thomas and I begin to walk home, hand in hand, swinging them back and forth. This was a regular occurrence for us, and to others it seemed weird. But not to us. We engage in general chit chat, until he brings up Dylan.
"So what do you think of Dylan?" He keeps looking straight ahead whilst he walks.
"Yeah he's nice. Funny guy too." I skip slightly to keep up with Tom's long strides, my hair floating behind my back.
"Do you think he's cute?" Still, he continues to look straight ahead, avoiding my gaze. Quickening my pace, I jump in front of him, walking backwards.
"Why do you care?" I smirk, and yet I receive no response.
"Is Tommy jealous?" Sniggering, I like him in the arm and he rolls his eyes.
"No I'm not jealous Mia, you're basically my sister. I was just wondering. Looking out for you like I'm supposed to do." As he finishes he looks down at me, and we arrive at my front door. Thomas rarely ever goes home before he actually needs to now, and even then he normally stays a few hours later anyway. We walk inside and continue with our usual Sangster VS Beale gaming session.

Furiously, my fingers tapped away at the XBOX controller buttons, my shouts overpowering Tom's. His elbows lean on his knees, his whole body hunched forward as we rapidly press away, screaming at the TV screen.
"Yes! Aha, screw you Beale!" Thomas shouts whilst pumping his fist in the air.
"Wow. You're clever Sangster. You have one more level left and I just killed you. Congrats." My eyes stay trained on the screen, and as soon as my words hit Thomas, he realises what he has done.
"Damn, you're actually correct for once." I scoff at his sentence, rolling my eyes as I do so. We continue to play for a while, until my stomach begins to growl. When we finally decide to call it quits, I saunter to the kitchen, a swing in my step after whooping Tom's ass. Not literally may I add. The kitchen door swings open, and after spending so much time with Thomas that I know his footsteps, I realise it's not him. An arm slings over my shoulder, and my brother stands next to me, munching away at the crisps I poured into a bowl.
"Hey Oaklee." My brothers bright blue eyes burn into mine, his beanie pushing his deep hair just in front of his face. Like normal, it's in a slight flick up to the left hand side, out of his eyes.
"So who's Dylan?" Oaklee turns and leans against the work surface, looking at me intently, waiting for an answer.
"Oh crap. Seriously, Thomas already told you about him? He is just a guy that has moved to our school and is now a friend. So what?" Grabbing a couple of drinks for myself and Thomas, I try to get off the subject of Dylan as realistically, he is just a friend.
"So you're not interested in him?" I pinch the bridge of my nose, wanting to cry out in frustration. As much as I love my brother, and I do, he can be quite protective and honestly, I hate it. You can't do anything without him checking who's going or what you're doing or interrogating you on your day. And God forbid you ever meet a guy because Oaklee does not accept anyone. Ever. Yes, it's nice to know someone cares, but jeez.
"For the last time: No. I met him today. That's just weird." Shaking my head at the thought, I grab the bowl of crisps and head towards my room, knowing Thomas will already be in there.
***
We lay for a good few hours, my head resting on his chest, just talking away. His fingers twist away at my hair as I babble away about the newest episode of a TV show he shares no interest in. That's the thing I love about Tommy: you can ramble on about absolutely anything and he'll listen, even if he doesn't like it.
"Who're you going to ask to prom?" The words slip out of my mouth, and immediately I feel his chest tighten underneath me, but only for a moment.
"Um, I don't know. I probably won't take anyone." He stares at the ceiling, his voice not wavering once.
"Oh come on Tommy, you can't take no one. Let's make a deal. If neither of us get asked by the end of next week, we'll go together? How does that sound?" Pushing myself off of his chest, I twist around to lie on my stomach, my face facing his. A small smile creeps up onto his lips and he nods very slightly. Well then, since most of the school think Thomas and I are dating, neither of us will be asked. I've only ever been asked once and that was by one of the school nerds. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with a nerd, but this dude was creepy to say the least. So I am basically sorted for a date. I'll be going to prom with Tommy.