Abhorrence // Jamilton

three

Alexander was sunk down in Jeffersons Honda Civic passenger seat. His eyes shut and teeth prattling against each other as his breathed out a cold clouded breath. Feeling a hand drape over his chest lightly he shot his eyes open and smacked Jeffersons hand away quickly, earning a flammoxed look.

"I can do it myself, fucktard." Alexander tauntered. Taking the metal and cliking it into the buckle.

Jefferson arrived in his own seat, not bothering to put his seatbelt on but rather flip on the heater switch. Taking out his keys he noticed the tips of the metal and part of the clicker was drenched in water, praying, hoping, [ that the keys would work ] jefferson put the keys in anyway.

Thankfully, the engine revved and Thomas exhaled happily.. well as happy he could be with Hamilton sitting next to him.

The drive home was a long heated silence, until finally Jefferson noticed Hamiltons chest heave and the man spoke.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked.

Jefferson glared at Alexander for a bit former to turning his gaze back onto the dark street.

"Because," Jefferson shifted in his seat, leaning a bit foward.

"Because..?"

"can we just drop it?" Jefferson asked, half muttering. In all of Jeffersons frankness he didnt have a valid answer.

"Drop it?! you just fucking dragged me into this hellhole and you want to pretend as if it never happened? Thats fucking insane!" Alexander yelled uncouthly, reaching for the door handle and unbuckling his seat belt.

"Wh- h- hey!" Jefferson screamed back, his eyebrows furrowed whilst he grabbed Hamiltons forearm, yanking him back before he could manage to open the door, "Dont even think about it." Jefferson gave Alexander a look that could kill a man. intimidated, Alexander nodded slowly.

Jefferson started blandly at the man in front of him, allowing his gaze to soften.

The rest of the ride was surprise surprise, very quiet. Though it was only a few minutes til therye destination, the small talk between the two was but a ratio of none.

"Alex." Jefferson began, his breath getting caught in his throat as he noticed Alexander was fastly asleep, "Alexander.." Jefferson was now kneeling beside Alexander and shaking his arm lightly.

"mmm...? wh- JEFFERSON?!" Alexander yelled aloud, shooting up straight in shock. Jefferson stepped back, standing up as well .

"Hey, stop screaming someones gonna think im fucking kidnapping you." Jefferson voice was quiet, a whisper.

Hamilton nodded shortly, finally remembering his surrounding and stepping out of the car.

Jefferson fumbled for his keys, shoving them into the key pad and unlocking his apartment door, "Ladies first.." He chortled, gesturing with his hand that Alexander should enter first.

"Ha ha ha, very funny." Hamilton sneered, volunteerly walking forward into the house. Eyes drifting around he took notice of every little detail. The way the curtains draped over the windows neatly, or the way the velvet couch was brushed, or the way the coffee tabled was layered with papers over papers, a laptop and many coffee mugs [me]. Alas at the kitchen was a tray filled with pill bottles and medical papers, next to multiple empty water bottles. The food filled heaven draws were stacked to the brim with papers and picture frames of sorts were laid across the counter.

"You can sit on the couch, I'll be back with clean clothes." Jefferson offered, but before Alex could muster a response the opposing man was already walking back down the hall to the bedroom, so Hamilton did as told.