Thomas Sangster oneshots! (Requests closed)

Everybody's Got Somebody But Me

I got some help from my friend, @KyleWorthis, so, Thanks to her! 

"Ugh!" Michelle thought looking around her. All the couples drinking their coffee, and tea, and sharing muffins. It was revolting. She couldn't help but feel jealous though. All her friends had boyfriends, all her guy friends had girlfriends, but she was always the third wheel. No one ever asked her out. No one ever even looked twice at her! She wondered if she was ugly. She looked down at her dark brown wavy hair. It went just past her shoulders. She wondered if it was her hair. Maybe it was her height. No guy wanted to be with a borderline midget. Even though she knew that her 5'3 height really wasn't that short, she still felt like it was. She even wore heels everywhere. But still no one. She looked around, and saw him. Her biggest enemy. Her older brother. He even had a girlfriend, and he was a jerk. She stood up quickly, and started her quick-walk to the bathroom.

"Hey, sissy."  She heard. Her brother's voice was like nails on a chalk board for her. She slowly turned around, and put on a cheesy smile. She walked toward him, "Not wearing heels today, I see."  He said loudly.

"Could you keep it down please?"  Michelle asked. He laughed even louder.

"What?!" He yelled this time, "You don't like people knowing about how you're insecure about your height!?" He asked. She looked around her. Everyone started to laugh. She frowned, and walked into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror at her face. Her face wasn't that bad was it?

Her face was a roundish shape, but her features were thin. Angled eyes, long eyelashes, full lips, but not huge, her nose wasn't too big either, but she still felt insecure about it.  All she knew was that something was a repellent to boys. She checked her breath. Minty fresh. She looked at her figure, and outfit. The outfit was flattering, She was skinny, and curvy, she didn't see the problem there. Her feet were proportionate to the rest of her figure, small, and angular. No problem there either. Her hair was just as it always was. It was down, with one braid among the loose strands. She liked her hair like that, it kept her hair out of her face, but also kept her neck, and the backs of her arms warm in the harsh winter. She took a deep breath, and walked back outside the bathroom of the café. She looked around. No one to be seen. After she walked fully outside the bathroom did she realize there were table clothes on the tables, and a vase with a small flower in each of them. She walked around to a table, and sat down. Her coffee was gone. Her muffin was too. She sighed, and leaned on her elbows against the table. 

"HEY!" She heard. She looked up quickly, and gasped, "Let me see your ID."  A huge security guard said holding his hand out. She reached into her pocket, and realized her wallet was gone.

"Look, it's in my wallet! I left my wallet here, and I went into the bathroom. When I came back out it was gone! Along with my coffee, and muffin!"  She said, "They must've taken it when they were cleaning off the tables!" He sighed roughly.

"You're gonna have to leave."  He said, "We've got some important guests coming, and if you're here they might not come back, now, vamoose!" He said. She nodded slowly, and stood up. She started walking toward the hevy wood doors when it opened suddenly, and hit her in the head. She groaned, and grabbed her forehead.

"Oh, Geeze, I'm sorry!"  Some one said. Michelle's eyes were closed, so, she couldn't see them. His voice was soft, as if he was whispering, but louder. It was deep, but only as much as one could expect from an 18 year old. He placed his hand on her head to see if she was bleeding, but she wasn't thankfully. His hand was rather larger, but slender. 

"Well," He started saying, "At least you aren't bleeding."  He said. She opened her eyes, and looked up to see an actor she knew. Not cause she was that big of a fan, but her roommate has a huge crush on him. He led her over to a chair, and sat her down.

"Can we get some water?" He asked. A waitress scurried over with a glass of water, and practically slammed it down. She narrowed her eyes, and walked away, "What's your name?" He asked.

"Michelle, I live just down the road. I ought to go home, and rest." She said. He nodded.

"Here, give me your number, and I'll give you mine. Then you can call me when you're feeling better, and we can go out, or something." He said. She absent mindedly nodded, and she got up, and walked over to the door. She opened it slowly, and walked outside.

"WAIT!" A hand wrapped around hers, "You still need my number." He laughed. She nodded again, and down the road to her apartment building.

"Heeeey, neighbor!" Her annoying neighbor said waving, "I got your mail on accident!" She was loud, and annoying on a regular day, but being that Michelle was basically suffering from a concussion, it was about four times worse. She took the mail out of her hand, and walked up the stairs to the apartment she shared with her best friend.

"Hey, you alright?" Stephane said looking at her bleary eyed friend. Michelle sat down, and put her head back.

"No," She said, "I got wacked with the door at The Flour Garden, and then Thomas Sangster gave me his number, and then I just told him I'd talk to him later." Michelle shook her head, and turned to lay back on the couch.

"Woah, woah, woah." Stephane said as she watched her turn away from her. Stephane stood on the coffee table. 

"What?" Michelle asked looking over her shouder.

"You're telling me, Thomas Sangster gave you a concussion, and his phone number, and you couldn't fake being fine!?" She asked.

"No, I'm going to take a nap now. Good night." Michelle said. She rolled over, and went straight to sleep.

"Well then." Stephane sat down, and waited for Michelle to wake up.

About 3 hours later 

Michelle woke up, and stood. She stretched, and felt much better. She reached into her pocket, and felt the paper Thomas had given her with his number on it. She picked up the home phone, and dialed the number.

555-784-6828

 The phone started ringing.

"Hello?" The very same male voice that she heard at first.

"Hi, It's Michelle!" She said. She heard him clear his throat.

"Hi, are you feeling better?" He asked. She told him she might be by Friday. He laughed, "Alright, where would you feel up to going?" He asked.

"Oh, anywhere!" She said. He laughed, and took a deep breath.

"How about dinner? At Edelweiss? Meet you at The Four Garden, at 6?" He asked. She agreed. 

Friday. The Flour Garden. Six in the evening.