overture | newsies imagines

thayne jasperson || contest entry

WRITTEN BY: Shannon-Renee

Crashes and clangs are what wakes you up at 3 am. You woke up at about 2:30 at first to Thayne getting out of bed, which is normal since he tended to mull around at all the hours of the morning.
30 minutes later and it's non-stop crashing and banging. You roll over, hoping and praying Thayne is next to you.  He's not. Of course. As soon as Newsies had begun, the home you shared with Thayne felt more like a place you merely slept at rather than a place you lived in. Thayne was gone most days from breakfast through dinner time, which put things on hold in regards to your relationship. One-show days were the easiest, though. He'd spend the morning with you, then he'd leave hours before the show began but as late as protocol would allow.
You look at the clock and sigh, tiredly murmuring, "What the hell is Thayne doing at three in the morning?"
When you get out of bed your whole body tenses up at the feeling of the hardwood floor under your feet.  You listen for the noise coming from somewhere in your home; music is playing, floating down the hallway. You can hear it in a different room, probably where ever Thayne is making the racket. It's Newsies, of course. 'Does that man ever stop?' You thought to yourself, sliding on your slippers.
You go to take a step out of the bedroom before the cold air hits your arms. Recoiling, you sneak back to your room and grab one of Thayne's shirts. You swim in the shirt but it smells like him. He smells like chocolate... a hint of oak wood, too.
You happen upon the kitchen at last, Thayne looking through the cabinets looking for the pan spray. Leaning on the doorway of the kitchen area, you stay silent, covering your mouth and trying not to laugh. You watched him with adoration; That man would do anything if he couldn't sleep, including what ever this was.
"Thayne, sweetheart what are you doing?" you ask kindly, your sleepy voice echoing off the tile floors.
"I'm, uh.... I'm making muffins," he mumbles, silently praying you won't question him. You do anyways, staring at him quizzically, almost in amusement.
"Why... are you making muffins at three in the morning?"  You ask, holding back a slight grin.
"I couldn't sleep." he says walking over and hugging you. You bury your face in his chest. You sway there for a moment together.
"Well, that's kinda obvious Thayne," you mumbled, yawning. He chuckles, picking you up and setting you on the kitchen counter.
"You're adorable," he mumbled, kissing you on the forehead. "How about I finish making these. Then we can get back to bed, yeah?"
You smile as he preheats the oven. "I love you, Thayne." He turns, the smile you adore stretched across his face.
"Even when I wake you up at the craziest times?" You chuckled, nodding.
"Even then, Thayne. Even then."

[this marks the end of the contest. winners announced when i'm not half-asleep.]