Catching Thomas

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Catching Thomas: Chapter 2

When I got in my car, I quickly texted Eric, telling him everything that had just happened. Once I hit send, I turned on my car and drove back home where I knew I had to craft a beautifully written text to Thomas.

Once I parked my car, I ran into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom, ignoring my mom and the dog.

"Connor! What's wrong?" my mom yelled up the stairs.

"Nothing mom! Just have a lot of homework I want to get done before dinner!" A lie of course. I never had much homework anymore, and if I did, I was able to get most of it done during my free hour 5th period.

"Okay, but don't lock yourself in your room!"

I slammed the door shut, chucked my backpack on to the ground, and grabbed my phone as it buzzed in my pocket.

~Wow man, that's awesome. You actually did it! Now you just have to find a way into is pants.~ Eric texted

~I don't think it's going to be that easy, Eric~

~Of course it's not going to be, but you've got to try. You've been drooling, literally, over that boy for years, it's time for you to do something about it~

~Ok, Ok. Whatever. I've got to figure out what to say to him, I'll ttyl.~

~Okay. Ttyl man, good luck!~

Sometimes I thought it was weird that Eric was such a good cheerleader for a gay guy, even though we were bestfriends. Anyway, I closed messages and went straight to Snapchat. At the very top was my new friend, Thomas Klein, and his cute bitmoji. Of course even that was cute. I nervously hovered my finger over the the chat icon, I had no clue what to say. So, instead, I thought I'd write up the text in my notes and then copy and paste it. I went over to notes and started to type:

~Hey Thomas, it's Connor. We talked earlier today in the locker room about you helping me workout sometime. I'm free most days, including tomorrow morning (a Saturday). Let me know if and when you are free. Thanks! Connor.~

Then, I copied and pasted it into Snapchat and hit send, then quickly swiped off. It was always awkward catching somebody's bitmoji in the chat. I don't know why, I just know it was. Soon, the blue arrow turned white, meaning he had opened it. I sat there nervously awaiting his reply. Soon "Thomas is typing..." popped up and my heart skipped a beat. Then, he finished typing and I sat there a few moments for him to swipe off the chat. After a few seconds I clicked back into the chat in in it, I read:

~Hey Connor. I remember, it was like a half and hour ago, lol. And yeah, like I said, I work out most days. Also, tomorrow would actually be great. Plus, my parents are out of town for the weekend, so I can spare you the embarrassment of them accidentally seeing you lift, lol. I normally get up around 8, so you could come around 9:30 and we can get started. Sound like a plan?~

I quickly texted back:

~Yeah, of course, sounds good to me!~

I swiped off and waited for his response. It came a few seconds later.

~Awesome! Sounds good, here's my address. See you then!~

~Okay, cool see you tomorrow!~ I texted back. I copied and pasted Thomas's address into Google maps and found that he literally lived down the road, like 2 minutes away. This was perfect!