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||He saved me...?|| |PART TWO| Thomas X O.C

                        We spent about half the day packing my stuff trying to be as QUIET as possible because of my sleeping, drunk, Mother. I brought my blankets, body pillow (A/N: It was a body pillow of Dean and Sam Winchester WHICH I in fact DO have BTW), my books,- I will NEVER leave my books with HER in any WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM... especially my MAZE RUNNER BOOKS which Tommy did comment on, wait... did I just call him Tommy-, my Converses, and my cat S'mores. S'mores was the hardest cause let me tell yah, he has found his voice, he just hasn't checked out his TONE DEAFNESS!! Almost woke my Mother up while we practically DRAGGED him out the house. By the time we FINALLY finished, it was about Lunch time so Tommy-I think I may stick with Tommy- bought me KFC. I mainly wanted to go for the Mountain Dew. Then, we started to make me a bed on the couch. Tommy and Dylan started to play freakin' Mario Party on their WII so I said I'd be in the bathroom... that's when I realized for 1.) I HAVE NO CLOTHES and 2.) I remembered what I had done earlier on... attempted suicide. So I took out my back up Blade and begun to drag the blade down my pale wrist when Tommy almost opened the door to give me clothes. The bad thing is, I bled... a lot...

"HEY! C'MON KID, PLEASE," He pushed against the door and I collapsed against the wall.

"I'm sorry..." He held my wrist, the blood seeping through the sides of his grip.

"Dylan! Get me some bandages!!! Please! And you... you're determined, but I am too so you may lose this one, what's your name, by the way?"

"A-A-Alex...Alexander is the full name." I heard footsteps going up the stairs as he smiled at me.

"What happened?" Dylan was about to ask another question when he saw my wrist. "Oh..."

"Yeah, Dyl, Thanks for the bandage." He began to wrap my wrist, knowing it hadn't gone too deep and probably wouldn't need stitches. "Guess there's no showering for you, Al, is there?" He smirked at me.

"Maybe..." I tried to hide my growing smile but I  couldn't because he just called me freakin' AL!!! I have been given a nickname, wait, I should be sarcastic. "If you want me to stink your house up... cause I can have a swamp ass sometimes, Tommy." I saw his smirk grow but I could see a blush form also.He recovered quick enough to add a comment himself.

"Or maybe we could shower together, how does that sound.." And fuck, I am now turned on, goddammit!!! My blush spread on to my nose and forehead and he smirked evilly and patted my head, muttering about how he is actually looking forward to it and that looking down at me showed that I was to... double goddammit, he saw.

Throughout the day, Tommy and  Dylan acted as though I hadn't just attempted suicide TWICE in front of them. They took me out to dinner, Tommy saying he's too lazy to cook and when the day was over and Dylan went home, Tommy let me sleep with him that night... and let me say, even in his sleep, he has a serious iron grip.