Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 6

It was typically a 30 minute walk from my house and the school. Which meant a 10 minute car ride. But with the weather, it was taking longer than I wanted. Actually, that was a lie, I wanted this car ride to last forever, I wanted to spend time with Thomas and make him fall for me. But I found that the only one who was falling hard was me, and this time alone really didn’t help at all.

“Do you care?” Thomas asked, turning on the radio as soon as we entered the car.

“No country,” I smiled at him.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he made a look of disgust. He then played some Of Mice & Men and I smiled. His music taste would be the end of me.

“This is perfect,” I nodded along to the music.

“You aren’t just saying that to impress me right?” Thomas asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I replied.

“Excuse me,” he chuckled. I started to admire his car; he drove a 1987 Cadillac Fleetwood that was in pretty good condition considering how old the make was.

“Where did you get your car?” I asked, saying what was on my brain.

“My Grandpa gave it to me after my- he gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday,” he was about to say something else though, I wanted to know what, but I didn’t want to be intrusive.

“It’s nice,” I said admiring the leather. “1987 Cadillac Fleetwood, right?”

“How in the hell did you know that?” Thomas asked, he kept his eyes on the road, but I could tell he was impressed.

“My dad never had a son, so he taught me everything about cars when he could.”

“Your father is a smart man,”

“Yeah…” I sighed.

“Is everything okay?” He reached over and placed his hand on my knee.

“I’m fine,” I lied looking out the window.

“You know, things would go a lot better in this relationship if we agreed not to lie to each other.” Thomas pointed out. Did he just say relationship? No, I was going crazy.

“Sorry if that was forward, crap.” Thomas stopped the car at a red light and shut his eyes. He did say relationship, shit!

“No man, it’s fine,” I nonchalantly, not wanting to talk about it.

“So what’s the deal?” Thomas looked at me.

“You first,” I crossed my arms.

“Me first what?” He asked, clearly confused.

“It’s obvious your grandfather didn’t give you your car for your 16th birthday, you were going to say something else.”

“No, I wasn’t,” Thomas said, getting defensive. He pulled up to my house.

“Yes, you were.” I glared at him. “I don’t have to tell you anything I don’t want to say, alright? And I won’t pressure you to say anything.”

“Wait Scar,” Thomas said as I opened my car door.

“Don’t call me that,” I warned before getting out of the car.

“I’m sorry,” Thomas looked at me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said calmly. I really didn’t need to fight with him over this.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he confirmed, smiling. I closed the door and walked up my driveway.

I entered my house and threw my bag into the kitchen. I removed my jacket and hung it up neatly. I quickly ran upstairs and entered the bathroom, I felt hot tears stream down my face. Shit, I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t even feel the urge to cry until I was alone in this empty house.

What I didn’t tell Thomas was the fact that I barely see my dad because he works so much. We used to always hang out when I was younger, but then my parents started fighting a lot, and my dad got really invested in his work. I only really saw him every other weekend when he would come home from a lengthy business trip.

I never really spited him though; I knew he loved my mom and me. I knew he had to leave to go to other places because really this town wasn’t good for his work. He was gone a lot but he provided enough money to pay the bills and put food on the table, with enough money to spare for my unneeded expenses. My mother worked as well, even though she really didn’t need too. But she hated the idea of spending hours in a house alone while her husband was doing god knows what in god knows where.

Thomas didn’t need to know that about my life though, because I really didn’t talk about anything that happened with my family. I loved my parents more than anything, and I missed my dad so much. I can talk trash all I want about the kids at my school, but when it came to talking about my family, it was something I could never imagine mustering up the nerve to do.

Let alone actually trusting someone enough to let them know.