The Rain | Jamilton | Modern AU

8 | "Holy shit."

  'No. I don't like him. That'd be absurd! That's my enemy. My friend. My everythi- no. Ugh!'

  Thomas' thoughts were defying him.

  'He's so stupid, he's got a stupid laugh, a stupid.. face..'

  'No, no. His laugh is actually rather cute.. AGH NO. What am I saying?!'

  Thomas is a flustered mess now. That and he's pissed off at himself for having these thoughts. He covers his face with a pillow and grunts, annoyed.

  Thomas hums as he manipulates himself into "hating" Alexander. The rain only gets louder and thunder starts to rumble. Thomas finds it relaxing, actually. His eyes get heavy and he dozes off to-

  Never mind, he can't sleep. Then Thomas heard footsteps so he opened his eyes slowly, and stretched. He assumed it was Phillip getting a midnight snack or John being an idiot (his words not mine) but to his surprise.. it was Alexander?

  Alexander hurries downstairs in a black tee and navy blue pajama pants. Thomas thinks Alexander looks distressed.. and cute.. but mostly distressed. Alexander walks up to Thomas.

  "Hi." Alexander peeps. A very quiet greeting.

...

  "Hey, Alexander." Thomas starts while rubbing his eyes again, "what's goin' on?"

  Alexander fidgets with the strings on his pants before responding. "W..Well.. I just.. It's thunder storming and.. Well, I was alone.. and.." Alexander tries to scramble for words as to not sound idiotic.

  Thomas smiles. A cheeky smile, at that. Thomas knows what Alexander is about to ask.

  Once again, Alexander does not appreciate that shit-eating grin.

  "Alexander, you want company, don't you?" Thomas suggests. "Something like that, you could say.." Alex mumbles out. "Well if that was the case then why not wake up John? Hm?" Thomas queries. Alexander pauses. "Thomas, I trust you. I mean I.. No. I mean.. When it rains, I don't want John. I.. I want you.. to comfor-.. ugh. I mean.."

  Thomas just smiles at Alexander smugly while Alexander tries to find the right way to word his question.

  "You want to sleep out here with me, dont'cha Alex?" Thomas questions, raising an eyebrow. Alexander nods. Thomas motions Alexander to sit next to him and Alexander sits next to Thomas on the couch. "Thanks." he whispers. Thomas just nods and holds Alexander by wrapping his arm around him.

  Thunder invades the room; Alex flinches and whimpers. Thomas pulls Alexander into an embrace. Now Alex is propped up on Thomas' lap, facing him. Alexander hugs Thomas back. "What you did for me today was probably the only good thing you've done for me.. ever." Alexander giggles out. Thomas nods. His grip on Alex tightens.

  "When it comes to you, Alexander, kindness is limited to thunder storms." Thomas tells Alexander, which leads both of them to chuckle.

  A few minutes pass and they're still hugging. Alexander feels a sense of comfortability when he's in Thomas' embrace. He hates it, he hates Thomas. Doesn't he?

  "Thomas, if you told me a week ago that I'd be in your lap a week later.. I would've told you to.. fuck off.." Alexander says while yawning. Thomas can't help but laugh. "Seems accurate." Thomas responds and chuckles. Alexander sighs.

  Alexander moves his head from Thomas' shoulder to Thomas' chest. Lightning brightens the room for a split second and thunder booms. Alexander flinches. "Mm.. I hate this weather.." Alex whispers into Thomas' chest. Thomas only pets Alexander's head. "It's alright. I'm here, ain't I?"

  Alexander chuckles to himself then sighs. Alexander's eyes get heavy and he dozes off in Thomas' arms, accidentally.

  "Alex?" Thomas queries when Alexander doesn't respond.

..

  Thomas looks down. Alexander is asleep. "Ohhh. G'night Alexander." he whispers.

  Thomas yawns, and lays down with Alexander on top of him; then he falls asleep.

  The next morning they haven't moved too much except for the fact Alex is now beside Thomas and he has his arms wrapped around him. Yeahh, nothing special.

  Then John comes downstairs and- oh.

  "Holy.. shit." John mutters, staring at Thomas and Alexander.