I wake up, extremely anxious about what Thomas will say about the news. There's two ways he can take it: he could be really supportive and act like I never said that I love him, or, he could not talk to me ever again and hate me. I'm hoping it's the former. Well, I'll just have to hope for the best, won't I?
I reluctantly climb out from under the soft bed covers, and force myself to shower, get dressed into some fresh clothes, brush my hair and have breakfast.
Just as I'm washing my bowl, I hear a knock at the door. I'm praying that it's Thomas, and that he hasn't seen the news. I answer the door and see a beautiful, blond haired man greeting me with a warm smile.
"Thomas, great to see you, but what bring you here so early?"
"I just wanted to see you before everyone else wakes up." pinch me. I would ask Thomas to pinch me, but that would be weird and he would ask why, so I have to pinch myself. Thankfully, I'm not dreaming, and this is actually happening. I decide to take a risk and ask Thomas if he's heard the news yet. It turns out, luck is on my side, at least for now it is, as Thomas hasn't heard the news yet.
We sit down on the hotel bed and Thomas turns the tv on. I look at the tv and panic, on the screen was the last interview I had yesterday, the one where I told the whole world about my crush on Thomas Brodie-sangster. I look to Thomas to see his reaction. He turns to me and says, "This is an outrage. Why? Why didn't you do it before? How Could you? I'm disgusted!" I try not to break down in tears as he heads toward the door. "Thomas, where are you going?" I say softly.
"To kayas. I told her I'd go see her. I'll be back soon, and by the time I'm back I want to see you sat down, ready with nail polish."
"Thomas that is so stereotypical." I say
"Dyl, don't think I haven't seen your toenails - don't get me wrong, the little pandas look amazing."
"But why did you say all those things?"
"what? Like I'm disgusted? I am disgusted, disgusted that you've never once asked me if I wanted my nails painted." before I get chance to answer, he's gone. At least he'll be back though. That went a lot better than I expected, and now I get to paint Thomas's toenails. I better go get the nail polish.
Thomas walks into my room, sits down and demands I paint pandas on his feet, so that they match my own. As I'm painting, Thomas asks me, "why did it take you so long to come out of the closet - if you don't mind me asking. You don't have to answer, I'm just curious."
"The truth is, Thomas, I spent so long in the closet because.............. I was trying to decide on an outfit." I joke.
