Mending - Jeffmads [COMPLETED]

Chapter Eight

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love this book is getting, I really appreciate it.

"So, let's start out with the obvious," Alexander began, his pen slightly hovering above the paper. "What do you want to tell him?"

"I don't know," Thomas shrugged, fiddling with the cuffs of his sweatshirt.

"Jefferson, you're not being very helpful," Alex rolled his eyes, putting an elbow on the wooden table. "How am I supposed to help you write a letter when you don't even know what you want to say to him?"

"Listen here Hamilton," Thomas growled, looking up at Alex. "How about you try to think of what to say to a guy you've liked ever since you met him!" Thomas huffed, looking back down at the table. "I'm sorry, I'm trying not to lose my temper."

"It's okay," Alex said, brushing it off. "And I did by the way."

Thomas looked up in confusion. "What?"

"I had to think of what to say to a guy I had liked since I met him. His name is John Laurens," Alex said, a hint of fondness in his tone.

"Well what did you say?" Thomas asked.

"I told him the truth. I told him everything I liked about him, every single thought I've had about him."

"What happened?"

"He agreed to go out with me. We've been dating for a few years," Alex smiled to himself. "So, what do you want to say to James?"

Thomas blushed a deep red. "Well, for starters, he's beautiful. Just the way he's just so small and soft and quiet. I don't think I've seen anything more adorable than him. He's often sick and it's sad but he's always wrapped up in a blanket when I'm at his dorm and it makes him look even smaller than he is it's just so pretty," Thomas completely forgot he was even talking to Alex, rambling on and on about every aspect of James, every single thing he liked.

While Thomas' head was in the clouds Alex was writing down everything Thomas was saying for future reference in the letter.

It wasn't long before Thomas got to the sad part of James. Alex listened patiently, multitasking between listening to Thomas and writing it all down. It wasn't until Alex heard a faint sniffle that his pen stopped.

"Jefferson?" Alex looked over to see Thomas staring at the ground, tears pouring from his eyes, his hand clamped over his mouth. "Thomas?"

Thomas looked up, coughing, trying to stop himself from crying, but to no avail, the tears just kept coming.

"Thomas don't cry," Alex wasn't sure what to do as the taller man broke down, now sobbing, with his head in his hands. "Thomas? Thomas please." Alex stood up, looking back and forth from Thomas to the floor then back to Thomas. "What do I do?" He muttered repeatedly.

"I-I'm not crying," Thomas wiped his face with his shirt, though tears pooled in his eyes once again.

"Thomas, it's okay to cry," Alex gave him a sympathetic look. "Especially taking in part what's going on, I'm not going to judge you for crying."

"Why not Hamilton?" Thomas growled, not even bothering to wipe his tears away anymore, looking up at Alex. "I'm just a big baby who can't get James to love me!"

"Thomas, I'm going to help you, okay? Just breathe," Alex said, sitting back down. He sat patiently as Thomas nodded, taking a few moments to compose himself, drying his face with his sleeve. "Now I've got all I need to write a letter. I'll work on it tonight. You should go back to your dorm, get some rest."

Thomas nodded, pulling on his jacket. "Hey Hamilton, before I go can I say something?"

Alex looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Sure?"

"Though I don't necessarily like you, and sometimes you can be a big-headed, arrogant, dim-witted-"

"Get to the point Jefferson," Alex rolled his eyes.

"Despite all of that, thank you."