Stuck in a Jam// Jamilton

Third-wheeling? Pt.1

This was a major like, "cringe", (if thats how you put it?), for me to write because it introduces a relationship that no one ships.

I don't even ship it lol, but it was the only way i could think of to like put in this scenario. 

:)  

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As Alex gets up, he notices something different. His room looked the same, his bed was as it was. But, he smelled... Breakfast? He never had breakfast in his dorm. He usually went to the cafeteria, or a 24/7 hour drive through, and ate there. But, today was clearly different. Who's cooking?

Alex rubs his eyes as he walks out his room. He looked up and saw Thomas at the stove, flipping a crepe over a pan. 

"Thomas can cook?" He says to himself as shrugging. He strolls over to the stool in front of the island where the sink is. 

"Morning. How did you sleep?" Thomas asks softly. 

... "Why the sudden interest?" Alex asked himself. Did it have to do with what happened last night?

"Um... Ok I guess?"

"Good. And a good breakfast is on the way.  After what happened last night, you need to fuel up."

"Oh, thanks?" Alex looked away. He didn't really think it was a big deal, Thomas didn't really have to do all of this for him. But, moments later, Thomas pushed a plate with a crepe, sausages, and bacon in front of Alex, along with a cup of coffee. 

"Eat up." 

"Look, you didn't really have to do this. Honestly, its fine." 

"Ahmm, its rude to turn down free food in France. Eat before we're late."

"For what? It's Sunday."

"I know. You didn't get the text?"

"Um... No?" 

"Well, I'll explain in the car, hurry up. I'll wait outside." Thomas walked out the dorm with his car keys and his leather jacket. 

Alex stared at the door with a blank face. He had no idea what was happening, or what was going to happen. He sighed, enjoyed his first actual breakfast, and rushed to his room to clean up his appearance. 

As he walked outside, with a leftover sausage in his hand, and locks the door behind. Alex catches up to Thomas, and asks, 

"Ok, what in the world are we doing? I'm lost."

"Well..." Thomas turns to me with delight. 

"Jemmy asked John to the ice rink!"

"Jemmy?" 

" James. James Madison? He sits next to me in law. He was the first to present his power point in L.A on Friday."

"Nope. Actually, wait... MadMads?!" 

"MadMads?"

"That was a name we gave a guy named James Madison in elementary. He had, umm, anger issues."

"Ok then... Well he asked out Johns and we're third-wheels!"

"And you're happy about that because?"

"Because... He's had a crush on him since the 11th grade!"

"Oh. Well, I'm happy for them? I mean, I didn't know John was gay. He never told me..." Alex started thinking. John told him everything. But, he didn't know he was into guys. Alex shook his head. He was happy for him, but he never pictured John, or himself with a boyfriend. Either way, Alex had a thing for the girl who sat behind him in Science. She was super pretty and nice and funn--

"Alex, hurry up. They're waiting for us!"

Alex's thoughts were cut off as Thomas grabs his hand and pulls him to the car.

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Welp, thats the ship i was talking about... 

I know, weird 

o well :)

(p.s um idk if rejecting free food in France is rude, I made it up)