Thomas Sangster or Newt GIF imagines. Short stories that follow (you) as you travel though many scenarios.
P.S I don't believe in sad endings where good characters die
(so none of these will be like this)
#whydidnewtdie?
THE CHAPTERS IN THE BEGINNI...
You are hanging out with Thomas and it turned into a time to spend the night at his house. You are both just friends with a little crush on eachother --that you both don't know.
"Ok, i'm gonna go get settled in the room," you say as you walk up the stairs.
"Alright, I'll be down here," Thomas calls as you walk into the room.
You start to set up and unpack and prepare your outfit in his room for about ten minutes.
Then you pull off your jeans and just as you pull off your shirt, the door turns and opens.
"The fuck...sorry!" Thomas says as you turn to see him.
You are basically completely naked a front of him for the first time. The door slams behind him.
"Thomas!" I shout, "get out!"
"Sorry...the door," he pulls at the knob.
Butterflies grow in your stomachs realizing Thomas is looking at you in only your underwear.
He turns at the jammed door and struggles, obviously flustered and embarrassed.
You rush over to the door and try to open it, it is really jammed.
"Ugh!" you pull at the knob.
Then you feel a hand on the small of your back, you flinch back at the cold hand, but look up to Thomas smiling, in a genuine way, "Valm down, we'll get it," he says.
You look up at him. He looks down at you and eyes you down and bites his lip slightly.
You blush and look away.
"Um..." you say.
He averts his gaze from your body, and tries again at the door. To save more uncomfortable silence:
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"Bloody door," he mutters. Making you giggle.
"Uh, we could both push in it and maybe it would open?" you suggest.
"Alright," he says. He turns the knob as you both push on it, hard.
"We almost hav-" you are cut off when the door flies open and you both sent into the ground.
You both fall into the carpeted ground and fall ontop of eachother.
He lies on the ground back to it and you are ontop of his body, face inches away from his.
You are breathing heavy, and for a while, you both just lie there. Chest against chest.
Then he leans closer to your face.
You pull back and lie to the side of him.
Then you turn your head and face his deep brown eyes.
"T-Thomas?" you ask, butterflies bubbling inside you.
His eyes seem to ask for approval, you give a slight nod and his hand caresses your cheek.
Then he moves closer to you, cautiously and carefully.
