Hamilton Mullette ~ Love Has It's Own Language [WATTY'S 2017]

Chapter 20: Thomas Jefferson's coming home

"Wahoo!" James screamed, walking through the door. Thomas wrapped his arm around James as they walked through. It was around 2:00 in the morning when they arrived.

"Hon, please get home before your mother finds you," Sarah was up, vacuuming the wooden floor. Thomas just stared at the floor. "Of course," Thomas then winked at James.

   Thomas wouldn't get in trouble. He doesn't think Sarah had even met his mother. She's amazing.

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   Welcome to the Jefferson House hold where things are a bit all over the place.

   Thomas pulled into the driveway with his bright magenta car. It was around 3 o'clock in the morning. He got out, sliding his shades down a bit. He walked up to the door and knocked. Right away his mother opened the door with really messy hair, sunglasses, and a wine glass in her hand. "Wow! You're here early tonight, Thomas!" She smiled and let him in.

   Inside there was a Teen Moms marathon running. "Mom, what is this crap?" Thomas asked, laying on the couch. She walked over to the recliner quickly and in an odd way. She had just gotten done painting her nails.

   "Yeah, yeah, Thomas. Well, this is Teen Moms," She took another sip of wine. "What's that again?" Thomas asked, nervously.

  "It's about some teenagers that have babies early because they have cool parents," she said. Thomas just stared, confused. "Cool!" His eyes lit up with excitement. They sat and watched that until 3:50.

   Thomas was so bored. So freaking bored. His mother had fallen asleep in her recliner, so he gently placed ear muffs on her ears to cancel out any sound being made.

   He went into his room and dialed a number. "Hey, Babe!" Thomas whispered into the phone. James groaned with frustration. "Thomas, it's almost 4:00. We have school in a couple hours," James scolded him.

   "Come over, please?" Thomas begged. "No," James flat out put him down. "Please, baby, please!" He begged him again. "Stop calling me baby," James half chuckled. "Come on, Jemmy." Thomas kept on trying to beg. "I'll get in trouble, Tommy!" He responded with a tired laugh.

    "Sneak out, then. Your mom doesn't need to know," Thomas whispered to him, still trying to persuade him. James rolled his eyes with a smile. "Fine. Let me get out of here," James smiled.

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  "James," Thomas whisper squealed as his boyfriend crawled through the window. "I have to make this-" James said with a smile, soon to be interrupted by Thomas pulling James on top of him and close to his chest.

  "Oh, yeah. That's warm," James mumbled. "Oh, yeah. That's my James," Thomas also mumbled. James laid on Thomas, snuggled close to him. "I wish we could just stay here forever," Thomas pulled James up to his face, whispering how much he loved him into his ear. James kissed Thomas' face. "Honey, I have to go soon. But, let's do this again sometime," James smiled, getting up. He then hugged Thomas and gave him a kiss on the lips.

   James then gave him a reassuring smile as he jumped out of the window. He thought he was on top of the world. He thought his trip outside was going good. That's when he crawled through his window and... "E-excuse me?" Sarah crossed her arms, standing at the window. She stuttered because she was trying to act strict and she had never been the strict parent. She had always been away somewhere or off at work.

Now that Hugh had passed away, she had to be the one in charge. Sarah is a very timid controlling girl. You could tell because she was married to Hugh. Now, she's a widow that has to pick up the pieces that had Hugh broken.

She acts very accepting, yes, of her son's. However, she's just too afraid to speak of it. She had been a very good Christian all her life, and to be honest.. She wanted grandchildren. But, both of her sons are gay, and with the weirdest freaking people.

A kid who can't even speak English

A kid who drives around in a bright magenta convertible.

Though, it was a very nice convertible.

She tries to be the loving mother. She tries. It's hard. It's very hard.

"This is unlike you, James!" She scolded him. James just stood there, frozen. He had not gotten in trouble much in the past. Usually over stupid stuff.

"M-Mom," He started to lift his nails up to his mouth. Sarah slapped his hands. "We Have guests, and I don't want you acting like this around them," she snapped.

Another thing. She honestly didn't know how she felt about two strangers were staying in their house. the two weren't strangers to Marquis and James, of course. But, this girl was doing a better job at being a mother to these boys than she was. Again, she didn't know how she felt about that.

"N-now, Get ready for school," She walked off, still mad. James just stood there. That's when Hercules opened the conjoined lock door that joined their rooms. The lock was on Hercules' side, which was usually always kept lock. But, sometimes he'd open it up when he's lazy.

He was laughing nonstop. "Hey," James muttered. "That was so hilarious! If Marquis could comprehend what the heck's going on, he'd be laughing too," Hercules smiled. James smacked him in the press and he don't...Writer's bad....He smacked him in the face. Hercules laughed and locked the door.

"Marquis, you hear that guy?" Hercules' voice was clear from James' room. James sighed.

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"I bet I know what you were doing," Sarah's eyes narrowed at the kitchen table. "Yes?" James responded, pouring his cereal. Sarah took it from him. "When you're bad, you don't eat," Sarah threw the whole bowl into the trash. Hercules and James just looked at each other with awed looks.

Marie and Marquis hadn't come downstairs yet to eat. Hercules sneaked a banana under the table that James ate when his mom wasn't looking.