Miss Matched // Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Six - Worst Case Scenario

Steam rises off the pavement and away from the hulking, yellow buses that are parked outside of Gandy Academy. Thomas watches as the teachers scurry around the lines of students, counting heads and calling attendance. Dylan stands next to Thomas, grumbling unhappily about the cold, cloudy morning.

"I swear, these mornings are going to kill me," Dylan murmurs, his teeth chattering.

"That's unfortunate," Thomas replies, distractedly. His eyes are scanning the crowd of students, looking for Fleur's golden head. Too many of the seniors are shifting around though, so it's impossible to see her.

He can see where Mr. Seagull stands, monitoring his students in Polo house. Why couldn't Thomas have been put in Polo house? Then he could have gone on the same bus as Fleur, and not on the bus with all the stupid Johnson house seniors. This sucked.

Dylan continues to demand Thomas's attention, and he says, "Thomas, how could you be so callous towards my suffering? Didn't you hear me say that I thought I was going to die?"

"I did," Thomas says, trying not to smirk, "and that would be so sad."

"I can hear the sarcasm in your voice, and I have to admit that I do not appreciate it."

Thomas clicks his tongue, "Terribly sorry, mate."

"You are not sorry," Dylan huffs, looking around. "When are they going to load us into these dumb buses anyways? Aren't we supposed to be at the senior center soon?"

Shrugging, still trying to spot Fleur, Thomas hums, "Yeah, but it's probably not too far away, I imagine."

"I just want to be warm again!" Dylan moans, "Alaska is so cooold!"

Thomas raises an eyebrow at him, quipping, "Would you like a little cheese with that whine?"

"Could you stop being a snarky British man for one minute?" Dylan says with a disapproving glare.

"No can do." Thomas looks over at Dylan, who is jumping in place in an attempt to stay warm, "What are you doing for the elderly people?"

It was volunteer day for the seniors at Gandy, and their first volunteer trip was to the Anchorage Senior Living Center. Thomas didn't spend a lot of time with deteriorating older people, so he was feeling a little uneasy about the experience. Yua was also in Johnson house, and was also therefore, at the meeting their house had about this event last week. She'd tried to assure him that he would enjoy it, because "the elderly say such funny things sometimes," but this hadn't made Thomas feel much better.

Mr. Jill had advised that the students be prepared to their play a song on the senior centers piano, read something out loud to them, or play games with them. Thomas had immediately signed up to play something on the piano, since that involved less interaction with the older people, and he would still be doing some good.

"I dunno. I'll just play something on the guitar for them. I haven't figured what out yet. I'll just...wing it," Dylan says with a shrug, shuffling a little closer to the buses as Mr. Jill starts gesturing for people to start loading the bus.

Thomas frowns, crinkling his nose with worry, "What!? You can't do that! You have to have a plan!"

"I have a plan," Dylan banters, clearly amused by Thomas's distress. "My plan is to wing it."

"That's not a very good plan."

Dylan shrugs, still happily messing with Thomas, "Maybe it's not a very good plan if you aren't as suave and naturally charming as I am."

Thomas remains frowning and thinking hard as students start filing onto the steaming, yellow buses. The fact that Dylan hasn't got a plan continues to bother him very much as he enters the bus and takes a seat next to Dylan.