Hamilton One-Shots!

Car Ride Arguments

IDK what this is, I just kinda wrote. It's JEFFMADS cuz I ship that. A lot. Basically James and Thomas are struggling with money stuff and Thomas keeps getting arrested. James isn't very happy with his boyfriend.

James pulled his coat around himself tighter as he walked into the all too familiar police station. 'I have to stop coming here,' he thought. The young man sitting at the receptionist's desk looked up when he heard James' footsteps.
"Here again, in, what? One month?" The young man sighed.
"Sadly," James leaned against the desk and gave a somber expression.
"Your boyfriend's here for attempted theft this time," The receptionist handed James some paperwork.
"He won't be my boyfriend much longer if he keeps this up," James mumbled under his breath as he took a seat in the waiting area. He took up a pen and began to fill it out. It took him a bit, but soon all the boxes were checked and dotted lines signed. He looked up to the clock. Eleven forty three. 'Great, I'll be here all night.' James brought the papers back to the receptionist.
He took them and said, "This'll be a while, you should be able to leave with him in about an hour or so." James went back to the waiting area and, well, waited. If felt like it a long time, definitely more than an hour. He was alone in the waiting area until, finally, an officer brought out a young dark skinned man in a fuchsia t-shirt. His brown frizzy hair fell in front of his face as he smiled a bit.
"Hey Jimmy James," The man sauntered over to James once he had been uncuffed.
"Thomas," James shot him a look as he stood up. Thomas put his arm around his boyfriend.
"Aw, don't be that way Jemmy," he smirked. James didn't say anything but shook of Thomas and lead him outside. The pair headed to an run down old blue Toyota.
"So Jemmy, you wanna stop somewhere and grab a bite to eat?" Thomas asked as he slid into the passenger seat.
"It's the middle of the night," James answered and turned the keys in the ignition. The old car roared to life and the two pulled out of the police station's lot.
"But Jemmy I didn't get dinner," whined Thomas.
"We have mac n' cheese at home," James didn't look at his boyfriend while he replied.
"I love your mac n' cheese but we eat it like every single day," Thomas put his feet up on the dashboard and spread himself out. James rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.
"Jemmy," Thomas poked his boyfriend's cheek.
"Jemmy," Thomas pet James's face.
"I'm trying to drive Thomas," James shooed the man's hands away from his face.
"Jemmy," He said and lazily placed his head on James's shoulder. James pushed him away.
"Jemmy what's wrong?" Thomas batted his eyelashes.
"Nothing Thomas," James chewed on his bottom lip.
"Did I do something James?" Thomas looked to the smaller man with concern.
"What do you think?" James said and pulled the car over. He turned to face Thomas who still had a confused and worried expression painted across his face.
"Thomas you got arrested, again," James said.
"Okay, so?" Thomas smiled through his concern.
"You can't keep doing this," James shook his head.
"It's not my fault tha-"
"NOT YOUR FAULT THAT WHAT? YOU GOT ARRESTED BECAUSE I AM PRETTY DAMN SURE IT WAS!" James yelled. Thomas was taken aback by his boyfriend's sudden outburst for a second.
"It's not that big of a problem," Thomas said.
"YES IT IS! THOMAS YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS TYPE OF SHIT! I WON'T BE ABLE TO BAIL YOU OUT IF THERE'S A NEXT TIME!" James had burst, he couldn't hold this back anymore. His boyfriend was being an idiot, a complete fucking idiot, and he couldn't deal with it anymore. It was like opening a shaken soda bottle.
"James, just cal-"
"NO THOMAS DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON? WE CAN BARELY AFFORD FUCKING WATER AND YOU'RE OFF GETTING ARRESTED INSTEAD OF TRYING TO HELP!" His voice cracked while he yelled. James could feel the hot tears streaming down his face. He didn't want to cry, this wasn't something you cry about. But he was crying anyway. He didn't like it and it just made him more upset.
"James," Thomas looked at the smaller man with concern and took his hand.
"You have to stop doing this shit Thomas," James crumpled into Thomas's arms, folding in on himself.
"I'll try," Thomas kissed James's forehead softly. He wiped a tear off of his boyfriend's cheek.
"You have to stop, not try to," James said, muffled by the fact that he had hurried his face in Thomas's shirt.
"I will,"