#58 in scorchtrials 🥇
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Just some imagines of Thomas Brodie Sangster in his movies or just as himself. I hope you'll like this book. I have decided to give it a try. (:
All right go to the directors of the movies. I only own...
(A/n: I am trying my best, i hope you'll like this one)
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
As every morning I was reading while going to work in the underground. It was a typical London day filled with rain and cold.
The book I was reading was a new serie, something as Sci-fi where these boys find themselves stuck into a maze or something. I liked that. And I found myself reading that for the whole week without realiz-
"Do you really like that one, don't you?"
I glanced at the boy who was talking. His brit accent was undeniable and I kind of liked that so much. Not a lot of people in London had that accent, unfortunately. Just because it was a big metropolitan town and it was difficult to meet Londoners.
"Yes, it's really good, actually"
I glanced back at my book, then at him. Again.
"I don't want to bother you, but... Favorite character in the book?"
He passed an hand through his dirty blonde hair. I closed the book smiling in surrender. I knew he wanted to talk, so we would have talked.
"I like Thomas, for now. Also, Minho is a pretty good sassy character. He looks like a good friend" I said smiling. "Have you read it?"
"Something like that, yes" he giggled.
What was so funny?
"And?" I asked to make him tell me who his favorite character was.
"Well I like Minho, too. And Thomas. But my favorite one is absolutely Newt"
"Second in command? The blonde one?" I smiled. Newt was a pretty good character, too.
He nodded. "He's a good friend and he's absolutely the cutest" he giggled again.
Next stop is Saint James's Park. Mind the gap, between the train and the platform.
"Oh, next is mine. I have to go. Nice to meet you.."
"Thomas, I am Thomas" he smiled then shaked my hand.
"Y/n. It was a pleasure"
"All mine, y/n. What a lovely name, by the way. I hope you enjoy the reading. Oh and the movie. I have heard it will be out in a year or something" he smirked.
"I will surely watch it and then meet you in.." I said glancing around ".. Here and tell you if I liked it or not. Bye bye" I smiled leaving that blonde brit into the train.
-a few months later-
I am chilling on the sofa looking for some good videos on YouTube. I choose one but the advertisements pop out.
Why do the advertisements have to be on youtube? They are so annoying.
"What is this place? Who put us here?" It is a trailer and something reminds me of a book I have read.
"He's right. It doesn't matter... any of it... because the people we were before the maze - they don't even exist anymore. But what does matter is who we are now, and what we do, right now. You went into the maze and you found a way out." The blonde boy said. His voice is familiar.
