James' Pov:
I love this place, I love Princeton, and the dorms are good, I just want to know why the hell they provided us with a king sized bed instead of 2 separate beds. Maybe to save money, but I don't care. I pull out my phone and text Washington.
James: You won't believe who I got roomed with ...
Washington: Who? What happened?
James: Thomas Jefferson.
Washington: Oh shit.
James: I told you what he did, right?
Washington: Yeah... you did.
James: What do I do?
Washington: Well... I can't really move you in with anybody else, everybody you know who I know seems to be quite satisfied with who they have been situated with.
James: I can't be with Thomas.
Washington: Life is a journey, James.
James: Wait.
Read
James: Washington.
Read
James: Dad?
Read
James: Please.
Delivered
James: I need help!
Washington: Son, there's nothing I can do. You need to accept the fact that life won't always go your way.
James: Are you serious!? I've accepted that shit since I was in junior high! You would have thought after I was diagnosed with heavy depression and anxiety! Along with my epilepsy AND asthma, you're saying I haven't accepted it?
Washington: James.
James: No, no don't say that shit!
Washington: Profanity.
James: I'm in college, I have a right to cuss.
Washington: Try not to while you're around me, what I'm saying is you need friends. Thomas is your only option at the moment as I don't know the situation between you and Dolley.
James: I'm not being friends with Thomas.
Washington: Then I don't know what to tell you, Son. Have a nice rest of your day.
James: Wait, no.
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James: Sir.
Delivered
Jesus! That was useless. I'm going to bed, I place my phone on the night stand and bring a blanket over me, curling into a ball, and falling into a deep sleep.
Thomas' Pov:
I finish my macaroni, then I look back towards the bedroom door. I wonder what he's doing ... I set my bowl in the sink then I walk over.
Wait.
What if he's changing?
...
Pshh, yolo.
I open the door, but there's his small body, sleeping, peacefully, all cuddled up with the blankets.
I let out a small squeal,
He's adorable, he is so adorable. I think for a minute, then I climb onto the bed and crawl over to about where he was, I planted a kiss on his head. His hair ... it was so soft. I knew I would maybe regret this, but like I said before, 'Pshh, yolo.' So... I laid down, and gently wrapped my arm around him, and pulled him close, spooning him.
I can tell he's recently took a shower, because his hair smells like a soft scent of lavender.
He's adorable. I want him to be mine, I want to cuddle like this every single day.
Ew, Thomas ... stop being corny.
It doesn't matter, James Madison will be my lover, and I'll be proud to say it.
James' Pov:
Where am I? I thought I was at Princeton sleeping just a second ago.
I walk around.
Is that... Dolley?
Washington.
Alexander.
Herc.
Laf.
John.
Even Thomas. They are all walking towards me, blood all over their faces and clothes.
"You're terrible, James." Herc says.
"You are worth absolutely nothing, no wonder you have to take pills to actually be happy." Alexander says.
"I'm ashamed to even see you as a son." Washington says next.
"Die." They all say at once.
"What?... I didn't do anything, stop it... I'm sorry, what did I do?.." I say, getting cornered.
"You exist." They all say again.
"Mistake." They all chant, except for one. Thomas. I hear Thomas saying;
"Wake up, James. Wake up! WAKE UP. WAKE. UP. JAMES. JAMES. JAMES. JAMES."
"James!? James, wake up!"
My eyes flutter open. I see Thomas hovering over me, a little worried.
"Wha?..."
"You had a nightmare.. you were hyperventilating in your sleep and I was afraid your oxygen was going to get cut off."
"Oh.. I- uh.. thanks.."
"Here," He hands me my inhaler.
I take a couple breaths out of the inhaler, trying to decompress, a sweat drop was falling down my forehead.
"Tell me what happened ..."
"What?"
"What happened in your dream?" He sort of sat me up onto his lap, I'm not complaining, I'm to confused to complain right now, and this was sort of nice.
"Uhm... well..."
It all unfolded, I told him everything.
"Oh, James.. I'm so sorry.."
"It's fine. Most of it was true, I do need medication to be happy. Or calm."
"No, no.. that is not true, James."
"It is."
"Shh."
I sighed.
"We have class in the morning, get a little more rest ..."
"I don't think I can rest after that."
"C'mere.." He places his hands on my waist, and rested his lips on my shoulder, making me calm down a ton, then he laid me down and pulled me close, I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off.
"Quiet..."
I didn't say anything, I soon enough, fell asleep.
Thomas' POV:
He's adorable... I wonder if I can take him out. Maybe to a park, on the weekends. That would be nice. Maybe I can see him smile, for the first time. I love James, I love him so much.
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and that's a wrap! sorry for the short chapter, im still sick and really not feeling the best but i'm doin the best i can <33
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The Infamous James (( Jeffmads ! ))
Teen FictionJames was bullied all through middle school, because of how frail, and skinny he was. He was bullied by none other than Thomas Jefferson, but who knew that 6-7 years later, in Princeton College, Thomas would be his roommate, where does it go from th...
