Thomas Sangster oneshots! (Requests closed)

The Art of Art

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The set was busy. It was Pionie's first day of work as an extra girl on the Nowhere Boy set! She was so excited! It was a film about her favorite band The Beatles. She loved them all, but mainly George Harrison. It was their early days, and she got to be dressed as if she was in her favorite era, the late 50's.

She ran about to all the stations trying to find someone to fangirl with. She walked over to the group of extras, and looked around for someone interesting. Everyone blended in with each other. All the girls stood in the same position, phones out.

They were all doing the same thing. Social Media. Two or three of them were taking selfies, while the other couple were furiously typing. Pionie walked away from them. She didn't like people that were all about the Social status.

She walked down a cluttered path to who knows where.

She found a nice little bench and sat down. She couldn't see much, but she could still hear the noise from the set. If anyone called, she'd know.

After Pionie sat there for a few minutes she started to hear music. She thought it could've been in her head, but she got up anyway. She followed the sound. As she got closer the buildings got equally as close. Pretty soon the houses were literally stuck next to each other. The music had faded, but now she didn't know where she was. She turned to go back, and saw a thick fog had gathered.

"Hey?" She heard a British voice. She looked around once more but there was no one around, "Hey, are you alright?" The voice asked again.

She jolted awake. The person who's voice she had heard was standing in front of her. She recognized him as Thomas Sangster. He was playing Paul McCartney. She remembered seeing him once or twice walking about the set.

"Are you alright?" He asked. She nodded, and took a deep breath.

"What happened?" She asked. He chuckled, and sat down.

"Well, I was bored, and so, I walked around, then I found you. Clearly you were asleep, but I didn't know that!" He smiled again. Pionie sighed, and leaned forward. Her dress was red with white polka dots. It was sleeveless so, she had to cross her arms so her clothes stayed in place. 

"Anyway, you must've been pretty bored," She looked up at him quickly.

"Why do you say that?" She asked. She cocked her head to the side.

"You were asleep on a bench." He smiled. She nodded, "Anyway, I'm Thomas." He held out his hand to her. She took it happily.

"Nice to meet you, Thomas." She smiled, and sat up to turn toward him.

"And you are?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

"You'll only laugh, so, it doesn't matter." She said looked down again.

"Nice to meet you Miss 'You'll only laugh, so, it doesn't matter'." He laughed.

"Really?" She asked, "That's what you're going with?" He smiled again.

"Come on, I won't laugh." He said, "I promise." He smiled again.

"My name is Pionie." She said watching him smile, "You're gonna laugh. Aren't you?" She asked turning away.

"No! I'm just glad you told me! I don't care that people may have laughed before! And it's quite a lovely name." He said. 

"Oh, thanks." She said. They started asking each other random questions. 

"Ok, If you could get anything ever, what would it be?" He asked. She sat there for a second before replying.

"I would have myself as a drawing." She said, "Drawings are always the way the artist looks at you, and I would like to see how someone else sees me." She said. He nodded. 

"Ok, my turn! What woul-" She was cut off by loud speakers.

THOMAS SANGSTER TO SET. MR. SANGSTER TO SET.

"Oh, I guess I gotta go." He said standing. She nodded.

"It was nice to talk to you." She said standing up with him.

"Yeah, same to you." He coughed, "Do you think we could meet here again?" He asked. She nodded.

"When?" She asked, "I'm free most days, though, there isn't really a schedule for me. I'm mainly the one they call when someone else calls out." She sniffed.

"I was there at one point. But then I landed a few roles, and now I'm here." He laughed. He waved one more time before walking off. 

The next few days went by in a hurry. Pionie went by the bench every once in a while to see if Thomas was there, but he never was.

'Too busy, I suppose.' She thought to herself as she sat there. She looked over to one side of the bench, and saw a small piece of paper sticking out from under a loose brick. She tried to ignore it, but her curiousity took over. She bent over to see what it was. It was a note, and a drawing of a blonde girl. She was exceptionally beautiful.  The opened the note, and began reading what it said.

Dear Beloved,

I drew thou just as thou always want'd. All I can thinketh about is thou, and thy deep blue eyes. I hopeth we can geteth togeth'r lief. I will waiteth f'r thou outside the f'rest edge, pleaseth cometh on the 13th of Decemb'r at two in the aft'rnoon. 

Sinc'rely, 
Thy on and only 

The note was completely unsigned, and, oddly enough, in old english. Even the paper seemed old. And who was her 'One and Only'? She shrugged it off, and looked at the drawing again. It looked slightly like her. She left them alone, and didn't think about going to the edge of the woods. Or at first anyway.

'If you go, and no one is there, what will you do then?' She asked herself.

'But what if I don't go, and he is forever embarassed, and never speaks again!?' She was torn. She decided to go, and if no one was there then no harm done. 

She walked toward the woods, and looked around the edge, and waited for someone to show up. She was about to give up until she saw some movement.

"Is that you?" A voice asked, "My flower?" The voice continued. She followed, and saw someone she really didn't expect, "You're not Sam." He said. It was Aaron Johnson. He played John Lennon.

"And you're not Thomas." Pionie said.

"This is kinda awkward..." He stated, "I'm guessing you found the note." She nodded.

"Now what?" She asked. He shrugged, "Ya know what?" She asked, "You, sir, are an amazing artist." She smiled.

"Oh, I didn't draw it." He said leaning against the nearest tree. Thomas did." Her heart lifted immensly.

"Really?" She asked. That means he drew it after her. Suddenly she didn't love George Harrison so much, she was more of a Paul girl.

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