Thomas' POV
"Watch that attitude, spitfire, or we won't make it to the Aquarium." He warns giving my neck and squeeze and I have half a mind to say fuck it and follow him out the door that he so kindly shuts behind him.
As I mentally cuss out Zack for being so fucking perfect all the time, when suddenly an outfit that I've been wanting to wear but never having the place or opportunity. Hoping up from my depressing position in the flood, I walk over to the corner where a two drawer set is tucked nicely. I couch down and pull on the bottom revealing a couple of shirts, making me smile as I find what I'm looking for.
Once I'm dressed, I shove all my clothes in the corner for myself to get mad about later before I'm finally on my way out the closet and making my way from my empty room into the living room. I'm checking to make sure I have everything I need as I walk into the room, not paying attention as Zack takes notice.
