TMR/TBS Imagines

Thomas // Internet Advice

Thomas's POV

I was sitting in English with my hand lazily scribbling the words from the lecture onto my paper. I wasn't actually paying attention- I never do- but I still act like I do for the teachers sake.

My mind was always drawn to one thing- more like person. (Y/N). She's been my best friend since we were 4 and now we're seniors in high school. Somewhere in those many years, I've developed strong feelings towards her. The kind of feelings that make your heart race and your palms sweaty. I think the feeling is called love.

She was sitting two seats ahead of me with her hand quickly jotting down every word the teacher was saying. She was always like that considering she needed the A in every class. I just thought it was adorable and it also gave me a chance to rub the palm of her hand when it cramped up.

She suddenly looked up from her paper and to me. Once we made eye contact, she smiled before blushing and returning her focus to her paper. I smiled at her embarrassment and shifted in my chair. Two more minutes and I could have an actual conversation with her outside of this crummy classroom.

The two minutes went by quickly as I fantasied but mainly stressed over how to tell her my feelings. I wanted to tell her how I felt now before some other boy snatched her up. She was a gorgeous girl and had many boys crushing her, yet she always declined.

The obnoxious bell rang and I sprung out of my seat and towards her. Most of the class had fled the room by the time I stood in front of her desk. She was placing each of her belongings kindly into her bag when I stole her pencil off the desk.

"Mister Sangster!" She said pretending to be hurt while placing her hand over her chest. I handed her the pencil back before we shared a small laugh. Oh god, that sound. The sound of her laughing made my heart flutter instantly. Soon Thomas, you'll get it together and ask her.

"Your hand still hurting?" I asked while she pulled her bag over her shoulder and placed her two binders in her arms. I immediately took them from her and carried them myself.

"Why thank you, sir," she said mocking me with a fake bow and British accent. I tugged on her wrist so we were into the crowded hallway. "It's alright today. Besides, you're already carrying my books so you're doing enough. More than enough actually."

She linked our arms together as we walked down the loud hallway. We passed a few kissing couples and I groaned each time. She would just giggle beside me and say 'they're in love, leave them alone!'

We got to her locker where I usually dropped her off to meet my friends. She gave her usual tight hug before stating, "I'll see you later, Tommy."

"See you, love," I replied before kissing the top of her. I used to do that when we were really little and i didn't know any better. But as we grew up, she let me continue doing it. I know it means the world to me to be that close and that intimate for a moment but I know it doesn't mean the same for her.

I walked down the hall a little until I saw my two friends waiting for me. They each greeted me with the same smirk as every day knowing who I just left.

"Ooh~, how's (Y/N) doing?" Dylan wiggled his eyebrows while nudging my shoulder.

"She's fine," I replied a little angry. They always teased me about her, about how I should pluck up the courage and ask her out. But it's not that simple. If it was, I would have asked her out when I first started having feelings for her in the seventh grade. "Guys, I'm gonna tell her."

Both of their eyes widened before they started getting overly excited.

"Dude! That's awesome!" Ki Hong shouted in my ear. "You've been trying to ask her since we were kids! What finally gave you the confidence?"