•°♡彡✰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ✰彡♡°•|〚נαмιℓтση мσ∂єяη ѕσυℓмαтє αυ〛

Chapter 12: His Company

                      1 Week Later (IK A BIG OL' TIMESKIPPIE)

                                          ~Third Person POV~

            Alexander buried himself deeper quilted rainbow blanket, hiding from rapid-fire questions that were being shot in his direction. Thomas had went into his interrogative-mother mode that he adapted from Laf. All Alexander wanted to do was sleep for about a week or two in peace, but it's kind of hard to do that when your getting question shoved down your throat every 5 seconds. 

"I swear to the good Lord above, so help me, if you ask me if I'm okay one more time.."

            Thomas frowned and scrunched his eyebrows. This sticky situation was like a real hard case to crack. He was stuck like a duck with no luck. Thomas checked Alexander's alarm clock that he had on his nightstand on the left side of the bed. 7:27 AM. Thomas sighed. Alexander has no classes on Saturday but Thomas did. 

"I have gotta go to class, and please Alex..just..eat something. And call me if you need anything okay?"

Alex rolled his eyes.

"Okay mom."

            Thomas chuckled light-heartily. "Bye Alex." And with that, Thomas was out the door. Alexander rolled over onto his back and stared back at the popcorn ceiling in his small room. As much as Alexander wished for Thomas to leave him in peace, he absolutely dreaded the silence that consumed him now. He loved the company that Thomas provided him, especially in his time of need. The boy just had an amiable and charming personality that never fails to bring a smile on his face. Now it's just him and his thoughts, and it was going to be the death of him. But his company  is the best distraction from horrendous thoughts clouding over him. 

            Alexander shook his head and slowly got up and started to stretch. Then he began his journey downstairs to seek comfort in a nice, big breakfast.

                                      ~Meanwhile~

             "Maddy...MaDDy!?" James whipped his head around in an instant and harshly shushed Thomas. There were some glances around the room, but no one said anything, and went on about their day. Thomas muttered something under his breath and shuffled a little to the left. Then he follow James' gaze. He was staring lovingly at the curly haired, freckled boy who has a crazy obsession with sea turtles, identified as John Laurens. Madison had his eye glued to the boy, not paying any attention to his friend. Thomas' eyes widened, then he smirked. 

            "Someone has a cruush~" Thomas sung out. James smacked Thomas' arm lightly, his cheek dusted a light pink. James sighed, and smiled. John shut his locker, business text books in hand when he had saw what he though was an adorable James, staring right at him. John waved and smiled warmly at James and the he went mentally ballistic. He froze.

"James, pull your head outta your ass and do something!"

            James took the typical shy stance and waved back meekly. John giggled and walked off just before the bell did it's usual eAr RaPe sCrEEcH nOiSe every hour and a half each day. Thomas chuckled, leaning against his locker.

            "Poor Jemmy, looks like I need to show you how to be a charmer." James facepalmed, grabbed his books and slammed his locker shut. 

            "How about you use your so called 'charm' to win your precious Alexander." Thomas tensed up and blushed a bit, trying to figure how James knew how he felt. But what he failed to realize is that everybody knew he feelings. But James figured out first because James knows all.