Hi everyone chapter 4 finally up! I think I'm only gonna do another chapter or two, but if u guys want me to do more, please comment telling me so, I love comments! So this chapter is like a roller coaster, A LOT of ups and downs, but I personally love it. I might love this ship as much as Andrew and Paige in one of my other stores...So hope you guys like, comment, favorite, PM me, and as always, ENJOY!

-8tickles


(Thomas's POV)

Her crying woke me in the middle of the night. Turns out she'd woken up, scared and disoriented, remembered where she was and why she was there, and it was too much to take in. I tried to tell her to go back to bed, and she rolled over on the trundle and flipped around like a fish out of water for a few minutes before whispering, "Thomas are you awake?"

"Yea. You ok?"

"No…I can't fall back asleep! Can…Can I sleep with you?" She sobbed.

I sighed. "Sure. C'mere." I heard her tip-toe across the dark floor and felt the whisper of sheets as she slipped in next to me. I rolled over and put an arm around her waist, tugging her close. She curled into a ball and snuggled her head under my neck while I cushioned her head with my arm. She released a sigh and pressed tighter against me, her sobbing stopping almost immediately because she felt safe with me. It felt…right. She drifted off after a few minutes, and I must have followed suit pretty soon, because I never heard Jack come in.

(Isabel's POV)

I woke up the next morning and immediately remembered that I was somewhere safe. Thomas's arms. I sighed and stretched a little, trying not to wake him…unsuccessfully. "Good morning." His throat thrummed against the top of my head. "Good morning to you, too, bedhead." I said.

I popped up and began fixing my hair in the mirror, concerned about how I looked for him. He chuckled and rolled out of bed, too, stroking my cheek on the way to the bathroom. As soon as he left, I shut the door and locked it so that I could get dressed in private. I pulled out the outfit I'd grabbed in the frenzy to get out of my house yesterday and was pleased with myself. It was a pair of jeans and a blue sweater with a dark blue tank top. I fished in my bag some more and found my makeup, toothbrush, and hairbrush before heading out to wait for my turn in the bathroom. Thomas came out a second later in jeans and an "Oklahoma" t-shirt. I slipped past him and got ready as quickly as possible before heading out to face reality.

Thomas was waiting for me with bacon and eggs in the kitchen, along with another surprise. Another boy just a little bit older than Thomas sat at the kitchen table. He had Thomas's good looks, but he was more buff and his skin was a tiny bit darker. "Isabel meet Jack." Thomas said stiffly when he saw me coming.

"Ah, so you're Tommy's bed buddy, not a bad pick to do, little bro!" The older boy threw back his head and laughed. "Oh wait you couldn't have been doing anything dirty with HER though, considering that you're more gay than a kid on Christmas." Although Thomas never turned around, the tips of his ears turned scarlet red. If Thomas wasn't going to stand up for himself, I would.

"He is not, for your information, gay and your brother happens to be one of the best guys I've ever met, unlike you. It was not nice meeting you!" And with that, I turned around and glided over to Thomas and kissed him with as much strength, passion and command as I could muster. I pulled away and glided over to the counter where I perched myself, finally looking up to meet the faces of two very astonished brothers. For a second, no one moved. Them slowly, a grin split Thomas's face. Jack just stared at his eggs before muttering "Damn. Damn, Damn, Damn." Suddenly jack shoved his plate aside and attempted to get up slowly and nonchalantly, obviously holding back excitement. "Be back tomorrow, bro!" he screeched, and skidded out the side door.

"Well that was interesting…" Thomas murmured. "Want some eggs?"

"No I'm good, we're going to miss the bus to school, and we have to swing by my house and grab my backpack!" I shrieked in remembrance.

We sped out the font door, just in time to catch the bus. As I stepped on behind Thomas, I heard him ask the bus driver to stop at Beverly Hills and wait for us for a second. He gave us a strange look but obliged. We reached my dreaded house. In one way, I didn't want to go in alone. In another way, I didn't want Thomas to see my house. The loneliness won over.

"Thomas will you come in with me? I don't wanna go by myself."

"Sure." He smiled reassuringly at me and took my hand. I led him up the stone front steps and shakily fished my key out of my bag, so afraid of what I might find inside. I pushed open the heavy front door to find…nothing.

Nothing. No furniture, no ceiling lamps, no decorations, no family photos, not a clue of what'd happened to everything familiar in my house. I couldn't call this home, anymore. I let go of Thomas's hand and raced through the house, every single room, empty. Gone without a trace. I raced down the back stairs that led to the massive kitchen, and found my only 2 clues there. In the stink, clearly flung in through the open window, was a bright red piece of paper. It read: FORCLOSURE, PROPERTY OF THE GOVERNMENT, with my address under it, and sitting on the floor, shoved into a corner, was my backpack. I crawled over to it and clutched it tightly to my chest. Life sucks.

Suddenly, an idea came to me. I bounced to my feet and flew around the kitchen, opening and slamming the drawers where the knives used to be, hoping that the government had forgotten one. And they had. In me secret compartment where I used to keep all of my trinkets and findings was my first kitchen knife from when I used to cook with my mom. I held it to my throat and began to cry. My mom had taken the easy way out, why couldn't I, too?

"Isabel? Where are you?" Thomas began to call for me after hearing my distress. "In here. In here." I whispered. I applied pressure slowly, feeling the first drops of blood hit my skin and seeing my vision grow dim at the edges. I fell to my knees with my feet tucked under me, my ultimate position of comfort. The knife dug deeper and I couldn't help it, I let out a cry of pain above the tears. Suddenly Thomas barreled into the room, nothing but a blur of colors, his eyes wide with fright and his fists balled up, ready to defend me.

Taking in the scene, he fell to his knees and ribbed the knife from my fingertips. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" He screamed, tears now streaming down his face, too, but for a totally different reason than me. I just shrugged. He cocked back his arm, turned to the window, and chucked the blade out as far as he could. He held out a hand for me to take.

I grabbed it and he slowly pulled me to my feet, and then into a tentative hug. At first, I wouldn't wrap my arms around him, until I realized that I needed his love too much to let him go. I hugged him tightly back, sobbing with no restraint into his shirt. He rested his chin on my head, and only when a drop of water fell onto my check from above me did I realize that he was sobbing, too. We stood there like that forever, and time froze for us, along with the waiting bus.

"Mrs. Ravendella is gonna kill us." He finally muttered. I gave a dry laugh, glad to release some of the tension. He grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes. "I've been meaning to do this, and why not now, eh? Do you want to officially be my girlfriend?"

I just nodded as a smile slowly crept its way up my cheeks. "Well then girlfriend, we're going to miss the bus to school if we don't hurry." And with that he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the front hallway. "To school and beyond!" I said.

(Thomas's POV)

Today I was going to face Jase and his posse to get him to stop bullying me, but now that I had a real girlfriend for proof, it wouldn't be too hard to end this nonsense. I hoped. I was worried about Isabel. We'd gotten a Band-Aid from the bus driver with the explanation that she'd run into an art display, but the fact that she'd even tried to commit suicide put me on edge. What if I hadn't stopped her in time? People would think I'd murdered her.

I stared at her out of the corner of my eye. She lay with her head on my shoulder, sound asleep, makeup redone, pretty as a picture. How did someone like me get a girl like her? Beats me. I just know that I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

Jase was waiting for me at my locker, as usual. "Hey you little bitch get over here!" Jase chuckled and all of his friends laughed profusely, even though it wasn't funny. I squared my shoulders got a running start. I dashed towards the other boy, catching him off guard. I pulled back my fist at an angle, my knuckles clenched into a fist. This is for you, Isabel, I thought. And with that, I threw everything I had into one punch. It paid off. My fist connected with bone, hitting Jase square in the nose.

He reeled back, hands clawing at his face in agony. I came at him again, kicking him in the gut and causing him to double over. "I am not gay, never have I been gay, and nor am I a coward. If one of us is a coward, it's you for beating the crap out of someone who you thought was less than you, and I don't appreciate it. I act to get away from guys like you, but now I'm done acting, and you're paying the price." As I started to walk away, I turned around backwards and said, "Oh and just by the way, I'm dating Isabel Allery, and don't even think about coming after me when I turn around and walk away, because I don't wanna deal with your face ever again."


Ahhhhhh Thomas found his voice, yay!

-8tickles