The Scandal (Thomas Brodie Sangster)

stop that story

"Hello and welcome to a poor Saturday night. Well it is for us might not be for you I don't know" y/n smiled at her table with Thomas and a large red button "but if it is a Saturday night then pour a glass of wine, or vodka, or beer, or get high as a science kite and let's do this"

"I love how for once I know what the fuck were doing"

"Hey! No f words on the videos"

He glared at her "excuse me? You sent cunt six times last video"

"Yeah well I'm allowed" she smiled "now the game we are playing is a magical game called stop that story. Now the way it works is that we have each sourced some stories about the other person either from others we know or from our own memories and we are going to tell those stories. On camera and you have to explain your damn self. Or press this lovely big red button to stop the person telling said story however you do not know what the stories are and you only get one button push." she explained 

"How many have you got?"

"Two. Possibly three"

"Why possibly?"

"As I was doing the wine I thought of another one I could tell"

"Well I have two"

"That's fine. Got a fifty fifty chance" 

"Yeah. I feel okay… ish."

"I'm confident because, I don't have anything to hide. From you or the internet" 

"I do."

"Yes I know you do, are we ready?"

"Yeah alright who goes first?"

"I will be the lamb and I will let you tell my stories first."

"Okay. The first story o have of y/n"

"Ohh God here we go"

"This is a story I have named the bedroom musical" 

"Okay…." She says a little puzzled

"One day, back in the time before we where old. Back when we where freshly moved out in our own little flats before we where even dating"

"I keep what this is… I think"

"Do you?"

"I think I do"

"One day I came over to just shoot the shit and watch tv you know our usually evening and I came into your apartment, thought the unlocked door and heard…"

"Phantom"

"Yes. Phantom of the opera on at full blast, with y/n singing along having built a boat out of cushions and blankets in the middle of her living room, with like every candle I. Her flat lit loudly yelling I will clarify the phatoms part, not Christine, the phantoms part of the song wearing a towel as a cape."

"I did… I uhh I did do that"

"Care to explain"

'i don't know what to explain. Yeah that happened"

"Why were you doing it?"

"The song came on the tv and I honestly thought you where like ten twenty minutes away not like coming up my stairs so I thought I had ages but uhhh I did not clearly"

"It was just such a strange like unexpected thing, I'd be like you walking into our dining room and just like seeing me sat there dressed in like fill drag or something it just sort of takes you back a minute" he laughs 

"You liked me then too?"

"I did. I liked you but we weren't dating. How the fuck we continued after that I don't know"