Miss Matched // Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Chapter Eleven - The Movies

Thomas POV.

It's a bit of a walk to get to the movie theater, but no one in the group seems to mind, so Thomas refrains from complaining. Luckily, it isn't very cold out yet, or Thomas just might have complained about it. In the meantime, he figured it would be best to take advantage of the warmth while it lasted. Winters in Alaska were told to be brutal.

Thomas walks behind most everyone in the group, bringing up the back with Dylan. Fleur and Erica walk directly in front of them, seeming completely comfortable. Neither of them say much, until they see something that inspires some kind of comment or joke, which leaves them in stitches for at least five minutes.

Unfortunately for Thomas, Fleur hadn't said anything to him - or really had much to do with him at all since practice on Wednesday. He was completely clueless why. After all, he'd been trying very hard to mimic the playful banter he'd seen Lane and Palmer do. It seemed to work well for them. His hope had been that he could get back into Fleur's good graces. Maybe she would warm up to him by doing this.

Instead it had been the cold-shoulder for the past few days.

Alaskan winter cold-shoulder.

As they get deeper into Anchorage, Thomas starts looking around at the local businesses and shops. Everything looks quite shabby in comparison to where he is from in London. And even parts of London aren't that nice. It must have something to do with their less than kind weather most of the year.

He notices that many shops and local tourist attractions have indications towards Native American heritage. In fact, the cheap theater they are walking to now is called "Native Totem Movie Theater." They walk past shops that have dream catchers hanging in the windows, statues of bears, eagles, and wolves. He doesn't know an awful lot about American geography or demographics, but he definitely never would have correlated Alaska and Native Americans.

After a decent walk to Native Totem Theater, they finally enter. Not shockingly, there are paintings that without a doubt have native influences hanging in the lobby - and a couple more bear statutes to greet them at the ticket stand. They buy their tickets, and the group heads over to the snack bar.

Thomas pulls Dylan back, grabbing his arm to keep him from joining the others. Thomas whisper shouts, "Dylan!"

Dylan glances back at Thomas, looking startled and replies, "What?"

Still keeping his voice quiet, Thomas hisses, "Remember a few days ago when we were discussing... some things about Fleur, and you mentioned that you would take an opportunity to say some positive things about me if an opportunity, should the occasion arise?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it seems to me like today might be a good day for an opportunity to bring up what a great, impressive bloke I am to her. Don't you think?"

Dylan grins suggestively, replying, "I catch your drift. Don't worry, I have a few ideas that I think will leave her pretty impressed with you."

"Do you?"

"Yes, I do."

"And you're not going to mention anything about how I like Starwars?"

Dylan sighs, giving him a mocking sympathetic look, "Thomas, if she can't love you being a nerd, she can't love the real you."

"Just don't say anything about Starwars, okay?"

Rolling his eyes, Dylan says, "Dude, I'm not going to say anything about Starwars, okay? Whatever I say, I'll try to make it sound really natural. Slip it in artfully. You'll see."

"Alright." Thomas says, somewhat wary still, "I'm trusting you."

"Look at my face," Dylan gloats, gesturing to his features. "Do I not look incredibly trustworthy?"