I get up early, (which is rare) and remember that thomas was here last night. I get up quietly and sneak over to the room to see he is still there, sleeping soundly. I take a deep breath and step back from the door, quietly heading to the spacious kitchen to prepare breakfast for the both of us.
I start off with some buttermilk pancakes, mixing the ingredients while turning on the stove. I take a pan and set it on one of the burners and wait for it to heat while grabbing out another pan for eggs. That starts heating as well while I take out the egg carton and a bowl for scrambling them. I break up the yoke and mix it with the white, then season the concoction with pepper, salt, and paprika. I put that on the pan that has been heated to a medium low heat. Then I pour some of the pancake mix on to its pan, gripping a plate from the cupboard above the stove to place the pancakes on after. I had made about three pancakes, and was stirring the eggs when I heard a small noise, I looked over to see Thomas walking in and rubbing his eye sleepily, so... Cute....

I blushed hard and turned away sheepishly, tending to the eggs and flipping the fourth pancake. It flew a little higher then I expected, so I twisted fast to catch it and it worked. I set it back on the stove and saw Thomas watching me. His face was super red, probably because he slept with his face in his hands or something like that. I finished the small two person breakfast, and got out two plates. I made them, then set them on the breakfast bar. I went over to the fridge, and turned back,
"Hey Thomas, you want something to drink?" I asked. He looked up at me with a face full of food. "Yeah, uh water please." he replied around the food in his mouth. I chuckled slightly and got two glasses of water. I set his next to him and I set mine down and began eating. Thomas was finished early thanks to him scarfing down the food.

"So, you have any plans today?" Thomas asked as I was taking the last bite of breakfast,
"Uh, yeah actually, now that you mention it I need to go shopping and drop stuff off for my brother. Why do you ask?" Thomas's head dropped a bit but then seemed un-deterred.
"I guess I'll just have to go with you then!" he said, picking up both our plates and setting them in the sink. Uh oh. This was not a good idea. I care for Thomas a lot, but I am afraid of how my brother will act around Thomas... We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Right now all of my body was screaming to go have fun shopping with Thomas. I should probably call my brother for the shopping list, but I don't want Thomas to hear any conversation between my brother and I cause it always ends in me being a baby and crying. I excuse myself to my room while he gets ready to go.

I take a deeeep breath and let it out. I press the call button and the display shows his contact as it connects the call. He picked up.
"Hey you brat, wheres my shit you were bringing me." he asked, sounding annoyed. I stuttered, "I-I need a l-list," he grunted angrily over the phone and said something about me being worthless under his breath. He listed out some items, such as smokes, condoms, various junk foods, milk, and liquor. I sighed as I wrote it down. "Don't you fucking sigh bitch. You have to do this for me and there is nothing you can do. Drop that stuff off soon or you know what happens." he said in a menacing tone that made me tear up. He hung up promptly after, and I wiped my eyes the best I could and walked out of my room. Thomas was waiting politely on the couch for me and I smiled weakly as I put on my shoes and he hopped up to join me. I looked over and saw him staring at my face.
"Y/n have you been.... crying?" he asked curiously but cautiously. "N-no..." I say, turning away and blushing at his face being so close to mine as he examined my eyes. I opened the door, taking my keys and leather jacket. I went in the garage and got my bike, starting it and revving the engine to test it. I got on the seat and patted behind me for Thomas to mount the giant bike as well.

(Thomas pov)

Y/n climbed onto the motor monster he called a bike and beckoned me over to sit behind him. I've seen the movies, I'd have to wrap my arms around him from behind. I felt my face go hot and wouldn't be surprised if I was lobster red. I stepped near the bike and climbed on the back as y/n was checking his pockets for his phone, wallet, and keys, and then he revved it again and took it off the kickstand, I latched onto him from behind, felling his warmth through his leather jacket. We got off of his driveway and sped down the street, passing the park and coffee shop, heading towards the general store that's five minutes away. That was five minutes of hugging y/n. I blushed again a bit and held tighter, as I didn't want to fall off when we hit the hard left into the parking lot. He found a parking space a bit away from the other cars and stopped in, then shut of the engine. There was a lamppost next to the spot, so y/n took a chain and padlock and secured the bike as I  scrambled off. He made sure it was secure by yanking on it, then walked back over to me. "Well, I got the list, lets do this!" he said in a cheerful, up-beat tone, but under it I could hear sadness, and almost fear. I shrugged it off. 
(Y/n pov)

I tried to cheer up for Thomas's sake as we started heading for the store, me folding and unfolding the list in hesitation to let Thomas see it. I tore a blank space off of the note, and took a pen out of my pocket. I wrote down a few of the normal things and gave this note to Thomas.

"Can you get these ones while I get the rest? My brother gets impatient and wants his stuff soon. This will be faster." I say.
"Wow, your brother seems... Interesting? Thomas says as he takes the note, smiling. I chuckle a bit, if only he knew. We ran into the store really quick and did self checkout at two different registers, partially because it was fast, and partially because I didn't want Thomas to see the stuff I had to purchase. We got our bags and left, getting to my bike. I set my bags down, then undid the combination padlock and wrapped up the chain and placed it back where it was originally. I grabbed mine and Thomas's bags and set them on the costum grocery rack I had made. Thomas got back into the position of hugging me from behind, and it felt nice as I turned on the engine and got ready to head to my brother's.

Oh boy.

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