Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 8

We had finished a dinner, and we got out alive.

We spent the whole night teasing each other and talking about concerts we should go to together. It was all really surreal and I had a lot of fun. It was such a weird feeling; I hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a while. But I knew throughout the whole date that this would end one way: us breaking each other’s hearts. It sucked to know how this relationship would end.

“Want to go get some ice cream?” Thomas asked after we drove down streets for a solid half hour, doing nothing but listening to music and playing 21 questions.

“That sounds awesome,” I said enthusiastically.

“Where shall we go?” He questioned.

“How about CC Swirls?” I asked him.

“Would they be open?”

“Yeah, it’s only 8:30, they close at 9.”

“Oh-kay,” he said as he sped down the street.

After we got our ice cream we sat on the curb of the store, we were their last customers because we had just made it there at 8:55.

“I had never really thought about it, but yeah, I guess if you needed to you could wear your pants as a shirt.” I said after a long debate over the topic.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “Now you ask me something.”

“What do you want to be when you’re older?” I asked him.

“That’s a hard question,” he looked at me and ate a large scoop of frozen yogurt. “I don’t know, maybe an architect.”

“Is that what you want to do? Or is that the practical thing you think you should be pursuing?” I inquired.

“You got me,” he grinned. “I’ve always wanted to be a singer.”

“Really?” I ate some of my frozen yogurt.

“It’s stupid,” he looked down and shook his head.

“It’s not stupid,” I told him. He glanced at me.

“It’s not stupid Thomas,” I placed a hand on his knee.

“I mean, I think I’m alright. But my dad doesn’t think it’s a practical career choice, so he pulled me out of lessons after- after he found out it was useless.” He almost told me something again. I decided not to point it out this time.

“That’s terrible, I don’t know what I’d do if my parents didn’t support my decisions,” I shook my head and ate a gummy bear from my discombobulated mess of froyo.

“What do you want to be when you’re older?” He asked, trying to change the subject.

“I have no idea, honestly,” I replied.

“No idea, at all?” Thomas interrogated.

“Nope, I mean I like reading, and math, and music, but really I have no idea what my passion is.” I shrugged, I felt myself get jealous that Thomas had something he loved to do. I was so plain, when he was so exotic.

“You could try talking to the guidance counsellor,” Thomas said.

“I don’t need other people making decisions for me.” I retorted honestly.

“I know what you mean,” he said whilst nodding.

“It’s just weird,” I said looking up at the stars.

“What is?” He asked, following my gaze.

“How you work towards school, then you work towards a job, then you work towards retirement, and then you die.” I said with finality.

“Seems like all the world cares about is money,” Thomas agreed.

“I don’t want to be like that Thomas,” I shook my head. “Sorry, I’m getting stupid.”

“No you aren’t… I like this.” Thomas said, looking back at me.

“Like what?” I queried, making eye contact with him.

“Talking about nothing; and everything at the same time,” he shut his eyes. “I hope that makes sense to you, because it made perfect sense to me.”

“It made perfect sense to me,” I replied, he opened his eyes.

“Thank God,” He laughed breathlessly. We sat there and stared at each other for another ten seconds. That was when I found myself falling, falling deep into this never ending pit of feelings. Something I really didn’t want to deal with, especially not with this person.

And as if I wasn’t confused enough, he started glancing at my lips. And I let myself close my eyes.

That’s when the sparks flew, when his lips came into contact with mine.

I felt as if nothing mattered, the girls, the rumors, even the money, none of it. All that mattered was Thomas and I, sitting on this curb. All that mattered was the sweet taste of his lips, his hand cupping my cheek, my hands on his chest as we kissed for eternity. If only it was that, eternity. But no, our kiss was cut short by the sounds of horns honking on the nearby street.

“That was…” Thomas started.

“Something,” I finished for him.

“Something,” he agreed.

And in that moment; I wanted him to kiss me again. Because when he did, all of my troubles went away.

But then I never wanted him to kiss me, because I was scared of the feeling of relying on someone else.