Unwanted

06. Peace and Hate

Thomas woke up by the sound of his phone buzzing in his pocket like hell. First he was confused, since he never really had his phone with him but when he remembered last night and that they had the night over at Dylan's after the premiere his mind started to focus on taking the call and not answer questions.

It took Thomas some time to realize what was actually happening on the little screen in front of him. The dizziness of the sleep in his eyes did not help him out to understand what huge marks of blackness could possibly mean as letters.

Thomas started moving, feeling a heavy thing on his right shoulder. When he turned his head, he faced a sleeping Dylan who probably laid his head on Thomas to be more comfortable. Thomas smiled slightly, lifting his friends head up and squeezing himself out of his seat spot. He laid Dylan correctly before opening the door into the garden. He walks out, stretching himself and breathing in the fresh air of nature. Thomas loved to just go out and breath in the smells of today's weather every single morning. There was not a morning that was like the other, each of them was a bit different. Even if it was only because one would have more humidity than the other, or because one had the smell of rain on the plants. Thomas just loved to feel these wonderful smells travel trough his nose.

When Thomas' phone buzzed again in his pocket, he decided to check it out correctly this time. He looked at the screen, finally seeing perfectly what the little mobile was trying to tell him.

Ava was calling him. He had missed over 25 calls from her and others from his management. A light frown got visible on Thomas forehead. He unlocked his phone, scanning his recent calls. Most of them were missed, if it was Ava, his management or even his mom.

Even if Thomas didn't like to admit it, he felt his heart in his chest squeeze together. A part of him didn't want to call them back and just ignore all the calls, so that he could keep living in peace but he knew that it would be wrong to do so.

"Good Morning." Thomas lifted his head up, seeing Dylan coming out of the house, walking towards him, "You already up? It's pretty early in the morning."

"Yeah... my phone wouldn't stop buzzing."

"Oh look who got a pro on the theme "How to be iPhone professional"." Dylan chuckled light, scratching his head.

"Actually... I think it's something serious this time. Ava has called me over 20 times and my manager has been trying to reach up too." Thomas looked at his phone that was turned off.

He was scared that it would truly be something serious. Thomas was a type of man, that stood to loneliness and peace. He didn't like drama, neither a lot of confusion. Professionalism was a must for him and if he someone would tell him the news that he did something wrong, or even something wrong happened in his family, he'd be devastated.

"I'm sure it's nothing Thomas." Dylan said with a light smile, laying his hand on Thomas shoulder. He looked at his friend with eyes full of tenderness s and love. "Look what I go in, make us both a coffee and you take these calls yeah?"

Thomas looked at his friend for a few seconds without giving out any answer but he then nodded lightly. "Okay."

Dylan smiled, turning around and going into the kitchen. While walking trough the living room he saw Kaya who was sleeping in the armchair with a blanket that covered her, Will was on the ground, with his mouth widely open, snoring lightly. Dylan smiled at that image before going into the kitchen and take out to cups out of the cupboard. He turned the coffee Maschine on, letting the water go warm.

Dylan didn't like all these new technologies, where u'd put a little capsule into the Maschine and they'd give you a little expresso. Dylan preferred the ones with the can, where you'd had to wait until the water goes trough the coffee filter and then become real coffee. It took longer, but it was better. It wasn't like Dylan was a lot of a coffee person, he actually didn't drink coffee that much. The only time he drank coffee regularly was in the morning. There was no morning where Dylan could go out of the house without his coffee. Sometimes if they Day was exhausting but still not over, Dylan would drink a second coffee but that happened rarely.