I was used to the constant notifications coming from my laptop.
The skype messages coming from my best friend, her constant spam of unnecessary words, letters.
Every day I would call her, making a regret all the time.
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I didn't really have much to do other than assignments.
Every day I would sit there on my short neon chair staring at pictures of Thomas Brodie-Sangster on google.
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I was busy staring at his eyes, his beautiful eyes, when I got another notification from my computer.
It felt different this time, it was only one short notification.
It was silent after that.
I clicked on the 'S' shaped cloud, seeing a contact request from someone called 'Tommyplease'
my mouse moving to the tick.
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Our conversation went like this;
T: Hii
Y/N: Hey, is your name Thomas by any chance?
T: Thomas Brodie-Sangster to be exact
Y/N: Um no, that can't be true
T: Wanna call then?
Y/N: What if you're a pedophile waiting to roast me while I show you my overlarge breasts
T: You're creative aren't you? Just call
Y/N: Fine
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It didn't take me a while to notice that he wasn't lying, he looked exactly like Thomas.
His face smiling as he said "Hi" in a British accent.
A grin creeping onto my face.
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It was a couple of days since we last called. I'll remember it always.
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Imagines; Thomas Brodie Sangster
Fanfictioni m a g i n e s ;;; what the life would be with Thomas Brodie Sangster. [ hey pals,, this is very cringey and terribly written as well so i advise you: don't read this !! i wrote this years ago and i hate it ]
