The Call-Back (Thomas Brodie-Sangster)

Nutella

"Emily" Thomas whisperes, as he shakes my shoulder. Groaning, I roll over and pull the duvet over my head. 

"It's time to get up" He whispers as he continues to shake me softly. 

"What?" I mumble, still half asleep. 

"We've got to get ready... the baseball game is in 2 hours and I thought we could buy some breakfast" He says, still cautious of being too loud. 

"I guess" I say as a yawn escapes my mouth. Thomas chuckles beside me as he rolls out of bed and pulls a t-shirt over his head. 

Lazily, I throw the duvet from my warm body and climb out of Thomas' bed. 

"Thanks for letting me take half of your bed last night, I would have never got up if I was alone" I thank as I pick up the clothes I had brought with me for today. 

"It's ok, I wouldn't have felt like having to pay for it" He winks. 

"Thats not fair, your much faster at reading than I thought you were" I whine. 

"Ok, How about... you pay for breakfast, and I'll pay for the tickets and lunch... deal?" He smiles.

"...Deal" I reply. "Hey could I by any chance hop in the shower?" I ask nervously. 

"Yeah sure, second door on the left, there should be two or three towels in there" I nod at him, before walking out. 

Opening the bathroom door, I fold up my clothes and put them on the chair, before slipping off my PJ's and hopping into the shower. Turning on the warm water, I let it cascade down my body as I start to sing the lyrics of one of my favourite songs. 

"Step one you say we need to talk

he walks, you say sit down its just a talk

he smiles politley back at you 

you stare politely right on through. 

Some sort of window to your right

as he goes left and you stay right

between the lines of fear and blame you begint to wonder why you came" Lathering a random bottle of shampoo onto my hair, I stop singing, and just start to hum the chords. 

When I had finished, I jump out, and wrap one of the fluffy towels around my body. Picking up my phone, I notice I have a text from Thomas. 

Nice singing, please carry on ;) Not even kidding your voice is amazing by the way 

Blushing at his kind words, I pull my plain white vest over my head, and tuck it into my ripped high waisted shorts. 

Quickly I braided my hair, and left my face makeup less before walking back into Thomas' room. 

"Your really good at singing, why have I never been in informed of this?" He smiles. 

"Maybe beause I'm not" I snort. 

"Of course you are! trust me" He says as he digs through his wardrobe. "Here" He says as he hands me a sweater. 

"Dylan made me buy this not too long ago, its a mets jumper" Thomas shrugs. Slipping it over my head, I twirl around, showing off the jumper.  

"Lovely, just stunning" He says in a french accent. "Come on lets go" He laughs. 

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Me and Thomas both walk into a small diner we found. It was one of those traditional american diners. With the red and white leather booths and the guitar clock etc.