The Connection

ch. 1

Dylan and I are best friends. Dylan and I have been through everything in our lives together, i've known him since day one. He's like a brother to me, including the loving but over protective side.

I sold my house and was looking for a new house to buy in the market of where we live, but it is slow, so Dylan is housing me. It has been mostly amazing. But he always walks in on me changing and it's really embarrassing, but again, we are best friends so we've seen each other through everything. But i'm always in undergarments though.

Although there was one time where I called his house 'homely' and he got mad because he thought it was saying it was old and worn when it really means welcoming and comfortable.

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This morning was a morning like no others.

Today was a day where he was leaving for some acting job, so he was leaving me alone in his house.

"Dyl please don't leave me alone here!" I plead.

"I've gotta go on this trip, sweetie," he says sort of emphasizing how much of a baby I was being.

"Shut up," I playfully punch him on the chest and he is about to punch me back but then he doesn't.

"Who's the baby now?" I smirk.

"I just didn't wanna hurt you," he admits.

I frown but hug him as tight as I can, he just be back and places his hands on my waist and moved up and down when he moves up close to my chest I instantly pull away.

"Okay..." I trail off, feeling a bit awkward.

"Goodbye," he smiles and walks out the door.

I sigh and a feeling of sadness comes over me. But I shrug it off and get ready for the day.

I go to my room and take a shower then I put on my bra and underwear and look for a shirt to wear.

"Where is my Beatles shirt!?" But I cant find it.

I search some more and then plop on the bed backwards. Then, I hear a ruffling noise. I quickly sit up and look around. Accordingly I see a slender figure in the doorway. I jump back in fear soon to realize this strange man has now seen more of me than my best friend forever Dylan.

"Ah!" I yell, trying to cover myself with my arms.

As I am walking backwards I trip on something and fall on my back, "Bastard!" I shout and he chuckles.

"Hey! Who the hell are you anyway!" I say throwing some book that was on the floor at him.

He steps towards me and I slowly back away still on the ground, he doesn't even seem to notice the half that I am basically naked.

He extends a hand out to be still on the carpeted floor, "My name is Thomas Sangster," he smiles and still waits for me to grab his hand.

I give him a puzzled look but reluctantly grab his hand, his muscles flex as he pulls me up, he is surprisingly strong for his shape.

Then he smiles at me as we are inches away from each other. I move my hands back to cover myself and back away from him, my face becomes red and he blushes too.

He eyes me up and down and bites his lip slightly. I raise my eye brows at him in spite. He continues to stare until I slap him on the face. His face changes with hurt and shock lacing his eyes.

I instantly feel sorry, but he was just looking at me.

"I'm sorry if you expect me to know who you are, because I don't," I say, "and I don't like people staring at me!" I shout, "especially like this," I mumble.

"But you're so beautiful," he smiles.

Then hurt flashes my eyes, thinking about who last called me beautiful.

"Uh, here... sorry," he says and he grips the edge of his shirt, before I can protest he has pulled it off and put it in my arms.

I look at him in surprise, but quickly put it on. Then I smile at him.

"Thanks," I say and I turn past him and walk out the door.

Then I look over at my phone and there is a text from Dylan:

Dylan: Sorry about the surprise, I just know that you don't like being alone so I told my closest friend Thomas to come and keep you company. Don't worry, I trust him. And I thought you guys would like each other because you both share the same culture! Luv ya --Dyl

I groan at the text then I text him back:

Me: Seriouly Dyl! He walked in on me only in my underwear! It was so bloody embarrasing! SOS!

He immediately texts back:

Dylan: Aww! He's so freaking lucky! You'll have fun tho. PS isn't he cute...

Me: Shut up right now, he is so not. Plus no one will ever be gassed to see me.

Dylan: I don't know what 'gassed' means, but i'm sure they would be my humble friend. gtg xoDyl

I roll my eyes and laugh a little.

Then I hear a voice, "I'm a bit baffed right now. Who would not be gassed to see you," a British voice says.

I abruptly turn to come face to face with dark brown eyes. He is so close I can feel his hot breath against my cheek. Our noses are basically touching.

Then I snap out of my daze and I pull out.

"Baffed? Gassed?" I ask, saying it in my american accent, I learned it from Dylan.

"Hm," Thomas says, "your interesting," he says.

"thank-" I pause making sure its an american accent, "thank-you," I say slowly.

"Let's eat dinner?" he asks, and I nod.

"But first, i'll be right back," I say and run back into my room. I quickly put on black jeans with rips at the knees and then run back down to see Thomas, still not wearing a shirt.

He smirks at me and I smirk back, then he raises his eyebrows but continues smiling.