My Childhood Bestie-TBS - ON HOLD

Chapter 1 - My Past

My name is Y/N. I live in London, England, in a lovely house with my mum. I am 9 years old and I am 1/3 English, 1/3 Dutch and 1/3 Indian. When I was little (around 5 or 6) my dad left my mum for some other British lady. My dad was full English, leaving my mum 1/2 Dutch and 1/2 Indian.

When I started school (before my dad left us) I made a really good friend called Thomas. Thomas Brodie-Sangster. TBS for short.

He was quite tall for his age, full English, and had the softest, most wonderful English accent I have ever heard. Of course I didn't know what an English accent was at the time.

We became best friends. Inseperateable. I loved hanging out with him. He had such a personality, such a character. He loved putting on little plays with me for my mum and dad, and they enjoyed it too. They would always laugh and smile, and just have fun. Thomas and I did too...Until my dad left. My mum wouldn't laugh or dance or smile. She would just sit there, staring at the ground. Even When Thomas made his most hilarious joke ever she just smiled at him.

At night I could hear my mum crying thorough the wall. I knew she was trying to be strong. For me, but it didn't work. When I heard her cry I would wake up, go into her room, and cry with her. It was a sad time, for both of us. At school, all the kids tried not to talk about him but sometimes...

Thomas was there with me the whole way. He even cried too. My dad was like his dad, only his dad was a musician...and alive.

After a year of sulking, both my mum and I got sick of not being happy. We started having fun being more active going traveling (with Thomas of course) and while on those trips we went hiking, mountain biking, swimming. We played volley ball, soccer, badminton, catch, you name it! These trips usually lasted about 1-2 weeks and we couldn't always take Thomas but it was fun, just the two of us. Because of these trips both Thomas and I took a lot of school time off which we repaid by in the evenings on the trips doing some assigned work (made just for us).

When I was about 7 years old I started taking horse riding lessons at the local riding school (when I say local, I mean at least a hours drive. Which means I was only allowed to go on Wednesday (because we didn't have school on Wednesdays) and the weekends. Every time I went Thomas wanted to come too. He wanted to watch me during my lessons and while trekking. He even rode with me a couple of times! He said that his 'dream job' might need it.

I always asked "So what is your 'dream job'?" and he'd say "I can't tell. You'll laugh at me."

I kept pleading every day he'd bring up his 'dream job' to tell me what it is, but he always said the same thing. "I can't tell you. You'll laugh at me."

By the time I was 8 I could ride in ODE's (one day event's) all around London (in the country parts) I would usually come in 1st, 2nd or 3rd, but sometimes I'd be lower. I would still have fun! Thomas was always there no matter what he had on.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" He'd say with that cheesy smile of his.

I loved competing, riding and showing, but there was one thing I loved more and that was when I was riding with Thomas next to me. The whole scene was just...well...perfect!

My favourite ride with Thomas was when we were bareback and the sun was setting and we galloped along the beach together. We laughed while we did so. It was amazing. The whole world seemed to go in slow-motion. I looked over to see Thomas smiling at me, laughing with me, and having fun.

Those were the good days. Now he's all serious and doesn't really want to ride with me anymore.

I asked him why and he said "I won't need it in my 'dream job'." he says casually.

That night I cried. A lot! I was so hurt by his words. I remembered the day exactly that he told me he might need it in his 'dream job' and now he's saying that he doesn't!?