One whole week.
Of torture.
Why?
Because he'll be gone the ENTIRE WEEK, that's why.
How are you supposed to survive that long?
The two of you can't even go a day without seeing each other anymore!
Why do those stupid people want to interview him anyway?
"I've got my trousers, shirts, shoes, socks....I think have everything...." He mutters into the phone.
At six in the morning.
He called you at six in the morning.
If you weren't sure you were going to miss him so much you'd be angry at him.
"Good. Don't want to forget anything important." You say sleepily.
"I feel like I've forgotten something...." He mutters with worry.
"Got face wash?" You ask.
"Yeah." He says.
"Toothbrush?"
He pauses, "Nope! Goodness! You're an life saver."
You smile and close your eyes, snuggling down in the covers, "I think you're being a tad dramatic."
"Nope. I would not have been able to survive without my toothbrush." He says matter of factly.
"Mm-hmmmm. Because you couldn't have gone to Walmart and bought one for eighty nine cents."
"Nope." He says popping the P, "I'm very loyal to my toothbrush. It's name is Blue. You know why?"
"Let me guess," you say with sarcasm, "Is it because it's blue?"
"Yeh! How'd you know that?" He says childishly.
"I have super cool mind powers." You say wiggling your eyebrows, even though he can't see you.
He laughs, "I bet you do."
You sigh and you roll over in bed.
"Hey, Iris?" He says quietly.
"Hmmmm?" You mumble.
"I'm going to miss you."
You smile a bit, "I'm going to miss you too, Tom."
"I'm not going to see you got a whole week!" He says disbelievingly.
"Do you have Skype?" You ask.
"No. Do you?"
"Yeah."
"I'll get one." He says.
"Okay." You say.
"Well, I should let you go back to sleep...." He says quietly.
"I'm not even going to argue with you on that one." You say nodding.
He chuckles, "Okay, well, I'll see you later."
"Bye." You say quietly.
"Bye." He responds.
The line goes silent and there's just darkness and quiet.
Perfect time to go back to sleep.
- - - -
You jump into your new car, a shiney, white Toyota Prius and buckle your seat belt. Another successful day of volunteering. You sigh and turn on the radio as you pull out of the drive.
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Jumping on the Train (Thomas Sangster fanfic)
Fanfiction"I don't know, Thomas. It just seems like it could be the start of something bad." Thomas leans over and looks directly into your eyes, "Ah, yes. It could be. But would you jump on this train if you knew it could be the start of something wonde...
