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“To-To-To...”
Thomas looked at his younger brother, a two-year-old brown-haired baby currently trying to escape his little bed. Thomas tried not to be bothered by his little brother but he had an exam the following day. An exam he could not afford to fail.
“Mom?” he asked. As usual, nobody answered him. He sighed and took the baby out of his bed with a look of despair on his face. Why did he have to share his room with the new born? His parents were the ones who created the little bug, why didn't they take care of it? He was not the fucking adult in the house, he was eighteen and barely able to remember what he had had for breakfast in the morning!
He left his room, holding the baby at arm length.
“Mom, could you take care of that thing for a minute please? I'm trying to study here!”
He failed at hiding the bitterness in his tone.
It was a beautiful afternoon but Thomas could not stop biting his nails. Though his teachers had told him there was no reason he had failed his exam, the brown-haired felt nervous. Lost in his thinking, he realized that nervous was an understatement when the taste of blood invaded his mouth. Surprised, he looked at his hand to find the tip of his finger completely red, obviously bleeding.
When he went to school the following day, his hands were shaking. Today was the day. Thomas was finally going to have his test results. He could still not be sure if it was a great or a bad thing, too happy to end the unbearable suspense but at the same time way too panicked to feel able to face what was to come. With one heavy and shaky breathe, Thomas entered the building.
“MOM! MOM, I DID IT! I HAVE THE RESULT! I DID IT, I PASSED!”
In the blink of an eye, his mother was by his side, tears running down her face. Her pride was illuminating her features, something Thomas was not really used to see. It made him smile brightly and in this moment, he could not think of anything else than “You fucking did it!”
He trully realized what it meant during dinner. His father was just coming back from work and Thomas greeted him with an impressive joy. They all sat around the table, glasses of wine and Thomas favorite food on the table, and Thomas' father told him -for the very first time- that he was proud of him and that they would miss him.
It hit him right at that moment. “No turning back. You're moving, living on your own. Finding your own path.” That's what he wanted, it was the whole purpose of these last months of studying, of hard-working and now, it scared him. Just a little. Thomas had never thought he would go that far. He had never imagined he would pass. He smiled but he was sure his glistening eyes betrayed him.
“There you go Tom!”
His parents had been gone for an hour at least and there he was, trying to unpack the rest of his things when all he could focus on was the voice of his mother. “What a baby,” he thought, “stop moping like that!” He was actually pretty happy when a knock on the door distracted him from his thoughts. The door swung open, revealing... a mop of black hair and a big cardboard box. Thomas raised an eyebrow and looked with a smirk as the boy entered the small room. Dropping the box on one of the beds, the boy said: “Hi Greenie, y'must be my roomate.”
“No shit Sherlock!” A new voice interrupted. “Now bloody tell me where I'm supposed to put that.”
Another boy had just entered the room and Thomas could not prevent a smile.
“D'you need help?” he asked to the new comer who still had a huge and probably heavy box in his hands.
“'m fine here, don't worry.” The voice answered. It piqued Thomas curiosity: something about that voice was slightly different than what he was used to.
“Minho, bloody hell, where do I put that buggin' stuff?!”
Definitely a British accent.
“Drop it on the bed- I can drop it on the bed man, right?” the dark haired guy asked.
“Oh, yeah, go ahead, I put my stuff on the other bed anyway.”
“Thanks Greenie!”
The second guy finally entered the small dorm for real and dropped the box unceremoniously on the second bed, his back to Thomas. He arched his back right after and slowly turned, ending up facing Thomas who felt his heart miss a beat at the sight of the guy. He was tall, probably even taller than him, slim and had amazing blond hair. He locked his eyes with Thomas for a second and Thomas was a hundred percent sure he had never seen darker eyes before: the boy's eyes were black and Thomas thought for a disctracting second how easy it would be to drown into them.
“I'm Minho,” the black haired boy said, introducing himself. Asian features and a look of pure mischief on his face, he stood beside his friend. “And here is-”
“Name's Newt, Greenie.”
“Thomas.”
With that, they shook hands.