Thomas Sangster Imagines (requests open)

The Girl Who Lives In The Barn House Next Door II

Teresa~

I woke up to someone shaking me. I opened my eyes and saw mom with a smile on her face.
"Hey, sweetie.. Wake up, we're here." Her voice echoed in my ears, waking me up instantly. I smiled and rubbed my eyes, "Hey.. mom"
I stood up and walked towards the trunk. It was empty. I looked at mother, "Where are my bags?" I asked, "They were supposed to be here" I pointed at the empty trunk. She folded her arms and shook her head slightly, "A boy offered to help, so we allowed him to carry your bags" she said, smirking "He's very polite and respectful. He lives next door."

"Oh" I muttered. Mom never liked boys I was into, not that I had liked anyone in the past ... but still, it was very new to me—Not to mention creepy.

I walked towards her, the leaves crunched beneath my boots. With a smile, I looked down and made my way to the front porch of my grandparents' house. My mom following right behind me.

The white paint was surprisingly new and the stepping-boards of the stairs not cracked or broken. I remember when I was just a kid, I used to sing with all my closest cousins on the stairs in the morning, or any time of day.

It was dark out right now, but granny's house lit up the area just a bit.

I opened the door and the corridor reminded me of Harry Potter. The stairs on my right and some doors leading to a family room and the kitchen on my left. Everyone was laughing. I heard a familiar voice, "Where is she, by the way?" I heard her ask, while I was stepping in the room they were in. "Oh, she fell asleep and (y/m/n) just went to wake her up." Dad replied. I looked at the tall, blonde next to dad.
It was Hannah! My closest cousin!
I widened my eyes and squealed, "Hannah!" I sprinted towards her and she did the same thing to me.

We ended up hurting our foreheads and laughing about how clumsy we were.

"Teresa! It's so nice to see you!" She said, "It has been so long!"
I smiled and swung an arm and wrapped it around her waist, "You know it has only been 6 months, right?" I laughed, "Besides, what are you doing here?"

"She's going to spend her spring break here, too!" grandma (your grandma's name) said, "Along with Ruby" Ruby's her younger sister. She loves making stuff and spending her free time outside playing. I guess I saw the reason why they wanted to spend time here.

"Where is she?" I asked, looking around. Not finding any trace of this hyper kid.

"She's upstairs, dear. With uh .. Thomas" Granddad said, his face all wrinkly. I ran up to grandpa and hugged him, "Hi gramps! How are you?" I asked, letting go of the elder man. "I'm doing fine, Teresa. Now, Ruby might be waiting for you and Hannah up stairs, why don't you go and check on her?" He replied. I smiled and nodded, "Okay.. Uhm, Hannah! Come on!"

Hannah and I ran to the second story. "Your room's at the end of the hall. The door to your left. I'm gonna go find Ruby." Hannah instructed. I just nodded and made my way to my so-called room. (The picture above)

The door was cracked open, so I decided to peek through. Ruby was sitting on an ottoman, singing a little kindergarten song, playing with a ragged doll with red hair. She seems like she was singing to someone. I kept on peeking, hands on my lap, bending.
Ruby stops singing. She turned to her left and says, "How old are you?" For a second there, I thought she was talking to a ghost. But then a voice replied, "I'm 17" it was a he.

That must be Thomas.

I didn't move, I kept looking silently.