Chapter 1

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~ Jame's POV ~

I could feel the sunlight on my skin as I lie lazily in bed. Sleeping in on Sundays was my favorite part of the week. Nothing could be better. Unfortunately, that moment was ruined once I opened my eyes.

    "GOOD MORNIN' MADISON!" Thomas yelled. He was inches away from my face, which gave me quite the scare. I fell out of bed with a loud thud.

    "Thomas? How did you get in my house?!" I demanded, shaken up.

    "I have a key. You gave it to me, remember?" Thomas held up a silver key that he kept on a purple keychain clip along with a mini Hatsune Miku keychain. Dang it. Why did I do that?

    "You alright, man?" Thomas asked, as he held his hand out to me. I could've easily gotten up by myself, but...

    "Uh, yeah," I answered, taking his hand, a mild blush creeping onto my face.

~ Thomas' POV ~

    James took my hand, which made me smile. I pulled him onto his feet and patted him on the back.

    "Sorry, Jemmy. I'm just really excited!" I explained. I expected him to ask why, but he just yawned and looked at the digital clock on his bedside table. It read 8:03 am. Whoops.

    "Thomas, you know my rule about Sundays," he said with a groan.

    "I know, I know. No calling, texting, emailing, or breaking in before 9:30," I recited.

    "Um, how about no breaking in, like, at all?" He laughed nervously. I loved it when he did that.

    "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry."

    "Well, since you're here, can I interest you in some coffee?" James asked, making his way to the kitchen. I followed him.

    "Oh, no need," I responded. "I already had three cups. He stopped and stared at me for a minute.

    "That explains so much." I laughed at his remark. When I looked back at him, I noticed him smiling at me. That earned him a smirk.

    "Whatcha lookin' at, Madison?" I teased. I noticed a tint of red in his cheeks when I said that.

    "Nothing," he mumbled, looking down at the floor. I smiled at him and he shuffled away into the kitchen, flustered.

Note: Sorry, I know this one's short. I'll try to keep writing as much as I'm able to.

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