Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines (under extreme revision)

~ Maybe ~

(Previously titled "The One That Got Away" but it was too predictable so haha)

Non-Binary!Reader

I just want to clear up that both Thomas and reader are in like 9th grade with reader being 16 and Thomas is a year older when they first met. Also, I know that Thomas was 22 when he starred in Maze Runner but let's just pretend he's 23 in this one imagine, kay? 

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Your Point of View 

Highschool couldn't exactly be the prime time of everyone's life. Ok, maybe some people actually enjoy being in it but to put it plainly, it sucks. It's just a bunch of students trying to pass their classes and teachers who could not care less, it's not worth remembering. Well, up until I met a certain guy. 

God, I was so stupid for thinking that a guy could change my entire perspective on how high school is but he was so... pleasant. He had these warm brown eyes that just oozed with genuine kindness whenever I met his eyes and he had an outgoing personality that no matter who he talked to, they would just be comfortable and the awkwardness would immediately be gone, as if it was never there. 

And yes, he was handsome too. I was way out of his league yet it didn't stop him from talking to me. It certainly didn't help that he was my new neighbor, having to move onto the house in front of us as soon as school had started. We hit it out pretty great despite having my initial hesitance of interacting with him because I deemed that he was too good to be hanging with me. When my 18th birthday came, we basically became inseparable even having to settle with small matching crane tattoos onto the antecubital space between our upper arm and forearm. It formally didn't have much meaning to me but as I looked back at that memory, I realized that it had tied to something he said back when we were at the tattoo parlor, nerves getting the best of us.  

"Ya know, this bird we're having tattooed, it reminds me of the first time I met you. " Thomas says as he nervously darts out his tongue to swipe onto his bottom lip making me look at him with a confused stare at his sudden statement. 

"Did anyone tell you how stupid that sounds? Because if there was none, then I'll be the one to say it to you. That's pretty fucking stupid, Tom. I thought that we agreed to this because it looked cool." I snorted as I shoved his arm which caused him to tumble a bit, eyes glinting with playfulness. He pretends to scowl as he grabs onto his upper arm as if my shove actually did something to bruise it.  

"Hey! That's the exact reason why I didn't tell you in the first place! But anyway, this bird was the one you made out of paper and it just so happens that it flew my way! You were running towards me with a stupid frown like the one you're wearing right now so I gave it to you. I was a nice bloke, wasn't I?" He wolfishly grins as he pinches my side making me yelp with the sudden pain to which I was supposed to hit him back but we were interrupted by the tattoo artist who was complaining how we were going to be the reason why his business would be failing and ushered us in chairs to actually start his job. 

After our little fiasco over the tattoos, we spent more time with each other and even going as far as stealing our parents' alcohol and hang out onto the balcony that Thomas's house had which was just an empty space with railings. And there, we just talked about all the shit life had to offer. It was nice. It was like us against the world. Kinda like a June and Johnny Cash duo which I had foolishly hoped to happen. 

That was until college came around. I was already 20 years old and Thomas was 21, we went onto different courses. He pursued architectural designing while I applied onto (course of your choice) in different universities that were miles and miles away and maybe that was what caused a rift between us.  At first, we promised to call each other if we had time and at the first semester, we were even writing letters as silly as it sounded. However, all communication suddenly ceased. I used to eye my phone more times than reading my textbook, waiting for a ring and hoping to see his contact name light up my life once again. Our talks were usually filled with just updates about what was going on with our lives and although each time it happened, the call became shorter, I didn't mind it.