Lights, Cameras, Maze Runner! (completed)

four (part two)

I've got about one hour before my friends come to my room to hang out, so I guess I'll do some laundry. I throw the growing pile of dirty clothes on my bedroom floor and walk downstairs to the laundry room on the main floor. I'm not alone.

"Hello, Thomas," I greet to the blonde boy wearing sweatpants and a white T-shirt sitting on a dryer.

He looks up from his cell phone, raising an eyebrow. "Can't get enough of me, can you?"

I grin as I start loading my laundry into the washer. "Someone's feeling himself today."

Thomas smirks as he hops down from his dryer. He walks over to me and leans up against the washer next to mine. "So, you like spending your free time doing laundry?"

I look up at him, and he's still wearing that innocent little smirk. "No, Thomas. I've got about 55 minutes until you and the other hooligans show up to my room and raise some hell, and the pile of dirty clothes on the floor of my bedroom was beginning to take up half the floor space. Plus, I have no clothes whatsoever. They're all dirty!"

He chuckles. "Well, now you'll have some clean clothes. And your room is messy, yeah?"

I nod. "I'm horrible at keeping things clean. It's one of my worst habits."

Thomas picks up a hand and tucks some of my brown hair behind my ear. "A girl who doesn't mind messy. I like that."

I blush, but a guilty twinge in my gut tells me I shouldn't. I have a boyfriend, and Thomas knows that. He should respect it. 

I pick up the strand of hair he tucked behind my ear and let it loose so it falls back to my shoulder, hoping he'll take the hint.

He begins to speak again as if he read my mind. "Have you talked to the boyfriend at all today?"

I shake my head, starting the washer cycle. "We've texted. He's pretty busy at work and I'm pretty busy here. It's hard to actually have conversations sometimes."

The dryer that has his clothes stops running, so Thomas walks over and begins to fold them. "I understand that. Is he coming to visit us anytime? I want to meet him."

"I think he mentioned something about coming in a week or so. It's gonna depend on what his work schedule's like."

"He better come down soon, or we'll be done filming by the time he gets here!" Thomas holds up a plain gray hoodie. "Kelsey, how do you think you'd look in this?"

I smirk at him, leaning up against a washer. Two can play this game. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I'm sure my imagination won't disappoint."

I can feel myself blushing yet again at his charm. Damn it. 

I help him fold the rest of his laundry as I wait for my clothes to finish washing.

"Alright, I'm gonna go upstairs and shower before I head over to your flat," Thomas tells me. "I don't want to be that one bloody gross person at the party."

The ends of my lips curl upwards into a grin. "Sounds good, Sangster. See you in 45."

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"Ha! Pay up!" I stick my tongue out at Thomas, causing Ki, Dylan, Kaya and Will to laugh.

He glares at me as he gives me four hundred Monopoly dollars. "I hate this game. I hate Boardwalk. This game sucks."

Will leans over the Monopoly playing board and pinches Thomas' cheek. "Aww, is widdle Tommy sad because he's a centimeter away from going bankrupt?"

This earns yet another glare from Thomas as he takes an angry bite of an egg roll. Kaya ordered Chinese takeout to my hotel room. We've been sitting in my room eating Chinese and playing Monopoly for a little over three hours. I've been winning so far.