Miss Matched // Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Chapter Twelve - Sunday

When Thomas wakes up the next morning, it's to the sound of birds singing outside of his window, sunlight filtering through the curtains, and Dylan snoring across the room snoring quietly.

Sunday morning.

Thomas rolls over, groaning a bit so he can look at the clock on his desk. It's 8:30 in the morning. If he wants a warm breakfast, he'll have to get out of bed soon. Or he could just settle for fruit and a granola bar in a couple of hours.

Yeah, that's the better option.

It's a slow, lazy Sunday. When he finally drags himself out of bed and down to the dining hall around 10:00, the dining hall is nearly empty. There are a few other students that look just as bleary eyed as Thomas, but some students sit at the tables with books and notes pulled out, working on homework.

After breakfast, Thomas heads outside to enjoy the sunny morning. There are many more students outside this morning, reclining on the lawn, propped up against trees, sitting in homework circles, throwing a frisbee around. Enjoying their free time. When his parents were dropping him off here, they made sure he saw every inch of Gandy - really trying to sell it to him. At the time, Thomas hadn't been very interested.

Now, however, he remembered a very lovely, secluded garden that he very much wanted to find again. It doesn't take long for Thomas to retrace his steps to this section of Gandy. It's hidden away by large, trimmed rose bushes. The white roses are in bloom, their faces turned up to the sun. They wouldn't be here much longer. Frankly, Thomas was surprised they were still here.

That's where he spends his morning. Among the green, growing things, plucking weeds from the dirt when he sees them. He probably wouldn't ever admit it to anyone, but Thomas loved nature. He would not mind having his own garden full of beautiful plants one day.

An uneventful morning passes.

By mid-afternoon, Thomas is bored. Feeling the need to get something productive done with his Sunday, he heads back to his dorm room to grab some laundry and get it cleaned for the coming week. He has a lot more laundry than he thought he did.

There's a small building near his dorm that serves as a laundry building for the seniors. He'd been told that the seniors got to do their own laundry as if this were some sort of treat. He honestly would not have minded if someone else was doing his laundry for him.

He pushes into the laundry room, struggling with his basket. When he steps in, he sees a familiar head of long, blonde hair. Fleur is already in there, bent over a dryer, pulling heaps of clothing from it with one hand. She has her cell phone pressed to her ear with her other hand. Today, she's dressed in a navy blue, flowy skirt, a beige shirt and high heels to match. Much more formal than what she was wearing yesterday.

Quietly, Thomas makes his way over to one of the washers. Fleur doesn't seem to notice him entering the room, but she is obviously too preoccupied with other things. As Thomas loads his laundry into the machine, he can't help but overhear Fleur's conversation.

"Everything is fine so far. Just the same old. Although one of my classes has already been a little difficult, so that sucks," she says into her phone. She pauses, waiting for a response before she says, "I am studying already, it's just not very easy....well, that's easy for you to say, Liam, you've always been super smart."

Thomas remembers Fleur's older brother Liam. He was the traditional tall, dark, handsome guy that Thomas heard so many girls often daydream about. Not only that, but he was bloody intimidating too. Intelligent, practical, very silent and watchful most of the time. When Thomas was small and he would visit the Gordon's with his parents, Thomas was terrified of Liam. He was honestly still a little terrified of Liam.