Miss Matched // Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Chapter Sixteen - Church

Dylan teased Thomas mercilessly when he found out that he was going to church for a girl. It didn't matter how much Thomas justified it - Dylan laughed until he cried.

Especially on Sunday morning when Thomas struggled to roll out of bed at 8:00 AM, hating himself more and more with each second. Dylan stirred as Thomas rifled through his closet, finding a nice shirt and slacks to wear.

Mumbling, Dylan announces, "You have fun at church, Thomas. I'll just be here. Sleeping in until 10:00."

"Piss off," Thomas says, rolling his eyes at Dylan. "It's the anniversary of her parents death. She needs someone there with her."

By 9:20, Thomas has showered, dressed, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, and is waiting by the front gates of Gandy Academy. There are about twenty other students waiting by the front gates right now too, but Thomas doesn't recognise many of them. They have to wait for one of the teachers to come and open the gate before they can leave for whatever church they plan on attending.

Thomas wonders if Fleur won't show up or go to church today just because Thomas told her that he would be attending with her. That would suck.

Mr. Seagull approaches the small group, looking out amongst them with a cheerful smile.

"Morning, Mr. Seagull," Thomas says in a polite voice as Seagull pulls his keys out of his pocket. Thomas was particularly fond of Seagull, mostly because he was also from Britain. Seagull reminded him of home just a little.

"Good morning, Thomas," Seagull responds in his smooth, English accent. "I didn't realize that you were religious."

"I'm not." Thomas says, noticing that Seagull is stopping to speak with him, "I'm just going to church with a friend this morning."

Mr. Seagull nods understandingly, "Ah, I see. Who would that be?"

"Fleur Gordon, sir."

Seagull takes a moment to process this news before he raises his eyebrows in a suggestive sort of way.

Quickly, Thomas responds, "It's not like that. Don't get the wrong idea. It's just...I think today will be a very difficult day for her."

Immediately a look of remembrance dawns upon Mr. Seagull's face and he nods quickly, saying in a quiet voice, "That's right. Yes, I think you are right, Thomas. Today will likely be very difficult for her."

"I don't want her to be alone," Thomas says quietly back to him.

Seagull smiles in a paternal sort of way, "Well, you're a very good friend then."

"Thank you, sir."

"Enjoy church with Miss Gordon. No matter your religious views, Sundays are always a good day to reflect and spend time with loved ones," Mr. Seagull says, before he continues to the gate and unlocks it.

For just a moment, Thomas is feeling pretty good about life. Sure, it wasn't nice to get up so early on a Sunday morning, but he was doing this for Fleur. And Seagull was right - Sunday was a good day to reflect.

But, then, he hears a snarky female voice behind him say, "I'm sure it must be so difficult for Fleur to get all the special treatment ever since her parents died. Poor, poor thing."

Thomas turns, frowning. Behind him, he spots someone he recognises. Her brown hair is parted down the middle and two loose brains hang down past her shoulders. Her brown eyes are lined with dark eyeliner, and she wears a skin-tight blue dress that hugs every little curve. It's Libby Trails - the girl he'd met only a couple of times, but seemed to know him so well.