Heart For Two (Thomas Sangster & Robbie Kay Fanfic)

Ch.7 Only One

"This tastes really good Thomas." Said my mother while tasting the smashed potatoes.

"Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. But Chrissy lead me through. I was simply going to but them in the bowl." Thomas looks up from the table and tried giving me the credit.

"I just told you what do add in it." I smile. He smiled back but I noticed my mom glaring at me.

"Chrissy, if he's giving you at least some of the credit, thank him." My mom tells me.

"Thanks." I murmur and look down to my veggies. My mom kicks me from under the table and I realize that I didn't thank him properly. "Thank you, Thomas."

"When you turn into an adult, you'll be able to call him whatever you want, but you're sixteen and he is older than you. Name him properly." My dad retorts without looking at me.

"Thank you, Mr. Sangster." I thank without looking at him. I didn't even feel as if I was thanking him but more likely embarrassing myself.

"Uh, no need to thank me and indeed she can call me Thomas. There's no need to be formal here." Thomas adds to our conversation clearly defending me.

"Oh but she is studying for literature and art. And if she wants to succeed, better off start practicing now."

"Oh really?" Thomas looks at me amazed. "She looked more like a computer sketching and modeling."

"No no. Leave that to her nerd friends." Thomas' jaw clenches.

"How long has she been practicing he English?" Thomas asks not removing his eyes off my mothers.

"For the past ten years."

"Since she was six?" Thomas couldn't believe this.

"Yes, and still she can't learn a bloody thing." I roll my eyes. She doesn't know when to shut up. Not even when there are visitors.

"Mother, I need to take a shower before going to bed. May I?"

"Why are you asking?" She snaps at me.

"I was asking for permission to excuse myself from the table early." I say probably sounding more stupid than my English teacher.

"Yes, you may go. Use your restroom please. After words, you'll clean the table." Mother lifts her cup with wine and attaches it to her lips.

I walked down the hall and into my room and locked the door. As I prepare some undergarments, I think of how of a shitty family I have. I don't even understand why my step parents dislike me so much. I mean, I do all the house chores and I even have to cook for them. The only thing they do is work and fuck. I do understand them working but please. Mother works at a restaurant cleaning tables which I doubt the only thing she does is clean tables and my father works at a office doing nothing with his life. Only transferring paper work to the office next door and receiving calls. What type of life is that. If only this could at least be a normal family. No families are normal but I just want something different. I want love.

As I pick through my sock, a tear rolls down my cheek and lands on my hand.

"I just want to feel needed." My mind has a flashback to where I was at the beach and Thomas was there. How he looked at me with those gold eyes of him. As if I actually was there. He literally payed attention to what I would say and that's what I needed. I, for once, didn't feel invisible. He offered me a ride and I even offered a 'stranger' a place to stay. Our little scene in the kitchen. Unforgettable. He cared. I knew he cared. I felt he cared. And I love that feeling. He would defend me from my parents every time they tried embarrassing me. I smiled at the thought of him standing up for me like a knight. I wish this ended with a happy ending but my life is no fairy tale. It's just a wasted life, and that angers me. It angers me so bad imagining him running out the front door, calling us a psycho family. Of him leaving."I want to feel wanted." And the image of Thomas looking at me with sorrow eyes suddenly faded and blurry, Robbie's features appeared. His green powerful eyes looking down at me with one of his famous smirks that he shared with me inside that store. The memory of him being so close to me that I could not even feel the pack of cigarettes being shoved inside my pocket. His fulfilling aroma of forest leaves, mint, and roses. Or his cold skin that pulled me close to him when Ivan was around. He was so protective over me. It was amazing to see him almost hiding me from the forest. He wouldn't let me go. I felt wanted. He surely wanted to stay outside all night, me and him talking to each other about life problems, sharing society thoughts, or even learning ore about each other. He wanted to know in other ways that I simply can't explain. I wasn't sure what he wants but I know what I want. I want to feel wanted. I want to feel needed. I want to feel... love. And with the only people that I have felt this way after my parent's death are with Thomas and Robbie. I felt my heart pull me to them strongly. As if there were magnets in my heart that connected to theirs. I felt attracted to them in so many ways.

 I wanted two hearts. I needed two heart. Their hearts. Two hearts. But I can only have one. Thomas or Robbie.

Meanwhile...

Robbie was driving down the city towards Chrissy's house. He needed to see her. He needed to actually know that it was her who he wanted. If she was the one that attracted him in such ways. If it was her who lightened up his dark sour heart. Robbie arrived to the front of her house and parked his car. He hopped of his vehicle and ran to her front yard. He suddenly noticed her fathers auto and knew that he was here. Robbie didn't want an encounter with him right now. He looked for another way he could enter the house without the notice of Chrissy's father. He saw walk through gap next to her house. Maybe where people hide bicycles or something. 

Robbie jumped over the fence and quickly ran to the gap and ducked down so he wasn't visible through the windows. He crawled down the path yet looked through the windows just in case he saw Chrissy. He kept crawling until as he looked through a window, his eyes met with a curtain. A yellow curtain with blue paint splatters. Thank God the window was open. He moved the curtain a bit and looked inside. His heart stopped for a second as he saw Chrissy sitting on the floor next to a drawer that seemed to be full of socks. She wasn't moving, she was still. He heard her say a couple of words to herself.

"I just want to feel needed." She sighed and stayed in silence for a moment before saying something else. "I want to feel wanted."

And Robbie knew exactly what to do...