Red In The Face (Jeffmads fluff)

Chapter 5

~ James' POV ~

Thomas is acting weird. Did I do something? Also, why the heck does he want me to go see some trees? Not that I mind, or anything. It's nice to spend time with him, it always is, but I have trees in my yard. They're not cherry blossoms, but...actually, you know what? I'm looking forward to this. I really wonder what he has planned. Is this a date?

"Hey uh, we should get going," Thomas said, breaking the silence.

"Oh yeah, of course!" I said, gathering my things together. I was led by Thomas to his red Buick, which was parked in my driveway. He unlocked the car and pulled another pair of rollerblades from the backseat. He closed the door and locked it. He then turned around and smiled at me.

"These," he said, handing me the rollerblades. "Are for you."

"What? Thomas, no! I can't take these from you!" I pushed the rollerblades back to him, and he chuckled.

"Oh, c'mon, Jemmy. Just think of it as an early birthday present," he said, smirking.

"My birthday was last month." Thomas paused to think for a moment.

"A really early birthday present," he corrected. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Fine." I took the rollerblades from him and looked at them. They were powdery blue, my favorite color. I watched as Thomas sat down on the ground to put on his magenta blades, the ones he showed me earlier. Once he had them on, he stood up effortlessly and looked at me.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

"Huh? Oh. I don't know how to," I said, trailing off.

"Oh! Of course you don't, duh!" He laughed. "Here, I'll help you put them on." He sat down again and I sat in front of him while he gave me directions on how to put on my rollerblades. Once they were on, I looked at my feet. They looked so cool! "Alright, ready?" He asked, holding his hand out to me. I hadn't realized he had already stood up. How did he do that?

"Oh yeah," I said. I took his hand and he pulled me onto my feet, a little too fast. I lost my balance and started to feel myself falling backwards. Before I touched the ground, I felt a hand catch me by my waist. I looked up at him. Thomas. He looked panicked.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" Once I realized what position we were in, I turned as red as his car. He was holding me by the waist, me nearly touching the ground. His face was close to mine. The mere sight of it made me lose all feeling in my legs.

"Buh, I, wha, huh?" I replied.

"Sorry, what was that?" Thomas asked with a chuckle. I couldn't speak English, or any real language for that matter, so I stayed there in his arms, just looking at him.

Note: Yeah, this one's pretty long, but it's starting to get gaaAAAYYYY! I am actually pretty happy with this story now, because I know what I'm going to write! I gots a plan. I mean JEFFERSON has a plan
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