After that night, Tommy had begun to build up a stronger relationship with his teacher, Mr Awe.

Tommy was starting to see Mr Awe as the father he never had, and Sam didn't mind.

When school ended at three o'clock, Tommy would stay behind with his english tutor for an hour or two before going home, knowing his family didn't care how long he stayed out anyways.

They never did anything special, just chatted while the elder did work on his laptop and the younger did some homework he had acquired throughout the day.

However, one day it was different.

It was mid January,—Fairly dark outside, not a sun in sight, meaning it was quite icy and cold—a week or two after Christmas break ended, when Sam brought Tommy's attention to one of his emails he had recieved.

"Tommy?" Sam asked causing the younger to look up from where he was puzzling over some stupid math equation that he couldn't quite grasp how to do just yet.

"Yeah?" The younger replied back, seting his pen down and showing the voice of authority that he had all of his attention.

"How do you feel about drama? I know you like Mr Quackity, but how do you actually feel about the subject?" Mr Awe asked only after he tore his eyes away from the screen infront of him to look into the eyes of his student.

Tommy blinked surprised, not having expected that question. In all honesty, he didn't really know what to say. He didn't really have much experience except that time in early primary school when he got the semi-lead role in his class play. It's not like he didn't enjoy drama, because he did, he just always thought that he would leave the rolls for people who actually had families to come see them, families to clap at the end of the play. If Tommy took the opportunities to be main characters then he would be taking up space where other people could do it and be appreciated more.

"I don't know." He finally settled on. The reason he liked Mr Quackity, his drama teacher, wasn't because he was overly dramatic to make students laugh, or because he let everyone leave five minutes early for lunch. No. Tommy's favourite thing about Mr Quackity was that he didn't care. He didn't care how many people were cheering you on, he didn't care how much confidence you had, he didn't care if you were always left out when the class was told to get put into pairs or groups of three etc.

Mr Quackity treated everybody the same. If he had a cake or a pie, everybody would get the same size of slice no matter any of the conditions they are in. If you were lactose intolerant, you still got a slice just incase you wanted to nibble at the side of it or let somebody else have it, he never excluded anyone.

"Why do you ask?" Tommy questioned. This was all so sudden, they'd never talked off drama or any performing arts before. It wasn't really a Sam topic, he opted to stick to casual conversation or atleast school talk (if they talked at all.)

"Just curious. I got an email earlier that I forgot to read out to the class—I'm sure they'll get it read out in Form tomorrow anyway— that was from Mr Quackity asking if anyone wants to join the drama club. Here—" he turned the device around for Tommy to look at "—take a closer look."

Scooting forwards in his chair slightly, Tommy leaned towards the laptop and began to look over the poster before him.

For all Junior School It read across the top in massive, bold, multicoloured letters.

Ages eleven to fourteen. All students welcome; no experience needed. Just for fun.

No experience needed? What exactly was classified as experience? Staring in a film? Like anybody in this shitty excuse of a school is going to star in a movie.

Come Wednesday's after school! 3:30-4:45. Sign up at reception by Monday 24th January.

That doesn't exactly explain it very well. What exactly was drama club? Obviously it was a club for drama, but would they participate in shows? Dance? Sing? Act? (That one is a probably).

"It doesn't give very much information." Tommy stated to Mr Awe, looking back up at his teacher with a shrug. Sam's mouth twitched into a semi-smile as he half-grinned down at Tommy.

"But would you be interested though?" Mr Awe asked wiggling his eyebrows in a weird way which Tommy thought made him look silly and stupid.

Although, the more the blonde thought about it, the more in want for answers he became. The poster was so ominous, striking curiousity into his soul. There's just enough information for somebody to want to try it out and not enough for people to be certain they'll hate it. A trick of the market.

"Depends." Tommy answered with a shy smile, a smile that he was scared of committing too.

Sam smiled too—this time fully instead of half—and winked knowlingly at Tommy. Sam knew Tommy well enough to know that he would atleast give it a try. Hey! It was an excuse to get away from his family without hanging around a smelly old teacher all day everyday.

"No! Mr Awe stop that creepy ass smile!" Tommy punched Sam lightly on the shoulder to try to get the 'creepy ass smile' off of his face. "This isn't set in stone, Big Man! You always jump to conclusions." He groaned dramatically, flinging himself forward and onto the table, effectively squishing the side of his face up, which made him look like a character from those over-acted high school movies.

"See! You're just proving my point by this dramatic act!" Sam laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

But then Sam turned his face back serious again and looked at Tommy, waiting until he was looking back at him to ensure he was listening. "I think this will be good for you, Tommy. It'll help you to break out of your shell a little bit, make new friends and have fun. The number one rule to doing anything is enjoying yourself. If your not having fun then it isn't worth it. Got me?" He said.

"I got you, Big Man." Tommy smiled, and it was genuine.

And with that, Tommy went to sign up for a club that might just change his life forever.