thomas davis. star pitcher. golden boy. and your best friend since you were 3.

the two of you couldn’t be more different, but somehow- that just made you closer.

well— until 9th grade. the summer before 9th grade, Thomas had a huge glow up, while you were processing your father leaving you permanently and your mom getting her heart broken, again. and even though thomas was there for that whole summer, by the end of the second week of school, he shut you out.

you wished that you actually thought that he would stay, but you thought your father would stay too.

so, no surprises.

once thomas left you though, you blocked everyone out of your life. your other friends, teammates, even your own mom. you couldn’t risk it again.

130 days. was all you could think while sitting at a random party, that you weren’t even sure why you were at. it was senior year, and all you had was 130 days before you were off to college. off and away from people that you didn’t want to see ever again.

while you were thinking, you looked around and noticed thomas leaning against the counter, drinking with some of his friends. he still had the same dark brown hair that could almost reach his eyes, honey brown eyes, and that same smile. but everything else had changed. his broad shoulders, long legs, and a confident persona.

a few hours later, you were sitting on the front porch steps, or back porch, you weren’t sure— just drinking.

that’s until someone literally picks you up one handed onto your feet.

it’s thomas.

“you’re going home.” he says, saying something to his friends over his shoulder about him leaving.

you could barley focus. why? why did he act like he cared?