Our Own Ending (Jeffmads Punk!Thomas and Nerd!James)

-5- James

My alarm blared into my ear, I smash the off button and look up at the ceiling. After laying around for around 10 minutes, I got ready. I didn't really care what I wore, but I cared in a way. I cared about what Thomas would think.
No stop it James, you can be gay for ANYONE. Yet you choose Thomas fucking Jefferson. Maybe I could just try to not act gay. I close my eyes and try to think about girls and boobs. I think I ended up throwing up in my mouth.
At this point I'm pretty sure I'm nothing near to straight, I should just give up. I brush my teeth and grab my phone and walk over to Thomas' house.
I hear music from the inside, I knock on the door. The music stops and a Thomas wearing sunglasses opened the door.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses?" I look at him weirdly and he groans.
"Fuck I forgot about this," He opens the door wider and I see what he's wearing.
It's just boxers, with a bowl of macaroni in his hand.
"D-Do you want me to c-come back later?" I feel suddenly flustered and I back away awkwardly. Of course, with my luck, I forgot there was stairs behind me. Great job.
As I walk backwards I slip on the three steps under me. I land on my back, and hit my head.
"Great job asshole," Thomas grabs my hand and pulls me up. I blush and stand up, luckily he can't see my blush because of my dark skin.
"Anyways, I'm ready for you to tutor me," Thomas flinches when the sun would reflected off his glasses. Then it all clicked. He's obviously high. I'm so fucking stupid.
"A-Alright," I follow him inside, it reeks of weed and vodka. Ok, it makes sense now. At least his breath doesn't smell like it.
I snap out of thoughts when Thomas lays onto his bed.
"So I kinda lost my notes," He sighs, "but I did read the textbook pages,"
I nod, I forgot my notes too, "Well do you have anything we can try and label like a human body?"
After some time I realized. I'm someone that's a human body. Oh great, I'm sure he figured it out too.
"Maybe I can...label you?" He sits up and looks at me through his dumb shades, I wish he would take them off.
"U-Uh yeah s-sure," He crawls over to me and grins. I don't like where this is going.
"Ok, this is the...quadriceps," He pressed down on my thigh, "And then adductors, which is the inner thigh,"
"G-Good j-job, that's right," I look away, I feel really awkward in this position, he's sitting on my lap.
He moves to my chest and pressed down, "This is the pulmonary," I nod and he pressed on my arms.
"And the antebrachium is..." His fingers go over my forearm.
"Y-Yeah," I shuffle around a little, and he sighs.
Then he presses on my chest again, "The gastric is right here I think," Thomas pressed, with a lot more pressure, on my stomach.
I feel chills go up my spine, I look at him and nod.
Thomas sits up and touches my forehead, "The cerebral hemispheres," He slowly takes off his glasses, his brown eyes look into my soul.
He was a little off but I didn't really care, I was lost in his body. I never realized how muscular he was. I was snapped out of my thoughts when a hand touches my neck.
"This is the collum?" He said, as a question more than a statement.
"G-Good job," He looks into my eyes. Making me blush, very much.
His thumb goes over my chin, "The mentum..." I can't look away from his big eyes. He smiles and looks back.
Thomas leans closer, putting his index finger on my lower lip, "Philtrum," he was wrong, that was actually the upper lip.
Suddenly, in my surprise he kisses me. My stomach tightened and my hands grab the sheets. Slowly I close my eyes, then hesitantly kiss back.
James what are you doing. This is wrong. Imagine what my friends will say if they find out.
We lean back, now he was on top of me. I break the kiss. Holy fuck, I just did that.
"James, I-" I cut him off and push him off of me, quickly I grab my phone and run out of the room.
I run out of the dirty house and keep running. I run past the school, then all of tall buildings. I push myself through the crowds of people. Eventually I stop at my house. I grab my inhaler and use it.
"F-Fuck," I sit on the front steps and buried my face into my hands.
Why did I do that. I'm so fucking dumb. It's not like Thomas felt the same way.