Thomas babbled excitedly about his day practically bouncing when he mentioned art class. It was honestly starting to get on Gordon's nerves. They were sitting on the bus going back to dorms.
" Thomas..." He groaned. "Please be quiet for one moment."
He talked on and on seemingly not hearing him.
" Oh the indignity !" Gordon grouched. "Thomas... Thomas." He kept talking. "THOMAS!"
He stopped , blinking confusedly.
"Hmm?" Thomas asked. He was taken aback, Didn't Gordon want to hear about his day?
"Stop talking for a moment! Honestly, How does Edward even put up with this?"
Thomas flushed embarrassed feeling tears well up in his eyes. He masked it with his usual cheeky grin.
"Well I'm sorry my day was more eventful then yours for once!"
"Hardly . You spent 30 minutes describing a sketch of a tank engine and track practice, mind you I was there and it wasn't that impressive." Gordon snorted.
" Coach said I improved." he huffed feeling the tears prick at his eyes again. He wouldn't cry, not in front of Gordon of all people.
The bus stopped by the dorms, he saw
his chance to leave. Holding his bag tight, he filed out with the other students, losing his brother in the crowd.
Hi this is my first story on here so I apologize in advance for any oocness or grammar errors. But I had this written down for a bit so yeah. Uhh I'll accept criticism actually and requests on how this story proceeds. Thanks for reading! good bye!