Finding Thomas (DISCONTINUED)

Nothin Wrong

Song Of The Chapter: Ballad Of Mona Lisa by Panic! At The Disco

{A/N I’m trying to make my chapters longer....Are they longer? Oh, and I go back to school tomorrow. (Ew,8th grade.) So here is a filler chapter because I might not update until Saturday to say the least. Oh and adorable picture of Marzia Bisognin, who plays Anabella in the story.}

I sat up, tears on my face. I let out a tiny sob. I grabbed a bottle of gin. Hey, I’m a British citizen, and you’re legally allowed to drink there at sixteen. Buying, at eighteen. I sipped it impatiently.

Vincent came in suddenly. “Hey. You ok?” he asked in the darkness. I hid the bottle under my comforter. “Yeah. Of course.” I told him. “Really? I heard your sob from down the hall. I’m not deaf. And I know you’re not ok.” He then proceeded to turn on the lights. He looked around and saw all the empty bottles on the floor strewn about.

She paints her fingers with a close precision                                                                             
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sins she’s paid for

“Come on. It’s been a week since it happened. You need to get over it. Don’t forget, we’re going to that Maze Runner premiere. Dylan O’Brien invited me. And I’m dragging you to it so you can see Thomas. But it’s going to cost youuuu.” He smirked. I set the bottle down. I got up and handed him forty bucks.

I smiled for the first time in a week. “Just make sure Isabella doesn’t cause another scene,” he winces, “or the paparazzi will snatch that story up,” he finished.  “Hey, she slapped me and it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t start it.” I defended myself. “You kissed her boyfriend!” Vincent exclaimed. “Hey, he kissed me!” I squealed. He just shook his head.

A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words were swimming through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

“Really? Because he had amnesia! He wouldn’t remember you! So why on earth would he kiss you?! He doesn’t get to do that! I try and try to get you to fall for me, but no luck! Why? Because you’re stuck on Thomas Brodie Sangster!” he yelled.

“Vince...” I began. “Don’t Vince me.  Just go take a shower, you reek.” He pushed me out the door.

He senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say,

She would tell him

He slammed the door in my face, and I just stared at my feet. I did fall for him. But to me, Thomas was more important.

But she'd have nothing left to sell him

I grabbed the hanger that carried a fancy dress on it and pulled it into the bathroom.  We have to move on from things.

Whoa, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frown

I heard a cry from the room Vincent was in. I crept out of the bathroom and silently opened the door. He sat on the bed and had his hands over his eyes. He let out a loud sob a person could hear from across the street.

I gently pried his hands away from his face. “Just go away,” he commanded, tears flooding from his eyes. “I care about you too much to do that. Because we’re both not okay.” I sadly smiled. He just stared at lap. “Okay. I’ll go.” I threw my hands up, got off the bed and began to walk away. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged for me to come back to him as he stood up.

I turned around to find his lips on mine.                                        

There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for