Hamiltots

What'd I miss?

Thomas crossed his arms. "Nuh-uh." He was at the grocery store with his mom, and didn't want that kind of juice. Then he saw some Orange Juice that was just perfect! "Mom!" He grabbed his mom's sleeve and yanked her towards the juice. Then he saw another boy heading towards the juice. He ran, but so did the other boy. It was the last carton. The other boy opened the door and took the orange juice. "No! Mo-om!" Thomas complained. The boy with long hair and orange juice turned to Thomas. Took one look and decided he did not like him. He stuck his tongue out at Thomas and ran. Thomas pouted, the boy ran to his bald dad.

Thomas watched as his train ran around the tracks. "It works!" He hugged his friend, James Madison. 

"Yay! I'm so-" James turned into a fit of coughing. He was always sick, all the time. All the time, he was sick.

"Happy?" Thomas offered.

"Uhuh." James managed through the coughing. He nodded, and sat on Thomas' single bed. Trying to get a hold on his cough, trying to catch his breath.

"You're okay." Thomas pat his friends back. Only making him cough harder. "My mom's making Mac'n'Cheese for lunch. You can even sit on the special spin-chair my dad got when we went to France!"
"Cool." James was panting, finally not coughing. "What is it like?"

"You sit and it spins a lot and you feel like you're at an amusement park!" Thomas' eyes sparkled.

"Amusement parks make my stomach go blah." James said, wiping his runny nose with the back of his hand.

"Oh, I can sit in it then for you." Thomas had known what amusement parks did to James, but he wanted to be nice and suggest the chair. Then, knowing the amusement park fact, he knew he'd get to sit in it anyways.

"I'll try the chair though." James smiled. The plan had backfired.

"Oh, but you don't want to throw up Mac'n'Cheese do you?" Thomas asked.

James shook his head violently. "Oh no. Macaroni and Cheesy is good for me-E." He said it so it rhymed. Making Thomas' stomach go blah.