Red in the face - A Jeffmads Fanfic

Chapter 3

Jefferson's POV

I frowned at the face hovering above mine as I awoke, my mind a blur, my eyes spinning around my head. After a couple of seconds I focused my eyes and was surprised to see James Madison's friendly face staring back at me. I sat up quickly and tried my best to hide my face, knowing I probably looked like Death's drunken relative.

"Oh, Madison, hello, um, w-when did you get here?" I stammered as I started fumbling around the room, trying to make myself more presentable.

"Only a couple of minutes ago" he smiled softly at me, watching me bustle around "I noticed you weren't in the office as early as usual, it seemed rather quiet without hearing you squabbling with Hamilton" he chuckled

"Oh yes, Hamilton...squabbling...work..." I muttered

"Is everything okay, Thomas? You seem a little...distracted, shall I say?"

"What? No no I'm fine just a little stressed with work and such..." I trailed off, trying to find a clean shirt to wear and becoming more and more agitated by the second. No one ever really saw me outside of work, and if they did then I was always presentable. Immaculate, you could say. Being messy is not my style, so Madison seeing me after a drunken night was a rather horrific situation.

"I understand. I shall leave you to it then...I'll see you at the office, unless you feel like staying home today? I can make up an excuse for you?" He suggested kindly

"No I don't need an excuse to stay home I am perfectly fine and I do not need your help!" I snapped at him, slamming a drawer shut and glaring. This was met with a wide-eyed response from Madison and he gave a small nod, heading out of the room and mumbling as he went.

"Oh that's fine, that's okay then I'll just...see you when I see you then. I uh, I hope you're feeling better soon." He smiled quickly before disappearing out of the room just as quickly as he had appeared.

I sighed and hit my head against the wall slumping down against it to sit on the floor.
Well done Thomas, you drunk your emotions, made yourself late to work and snapped at your best friend when all he was trying to do was help. Congratulations. You've done it again.

Why do I do this to myself? I push everyone away and then complain when I have no one left to complain to! Maybe I was just meant to be alone. Maybe 'relationships' just aren't for me. I sighed and reached behind my chest of drawers, locating my secret bottle of whiskey and unscrewing the lid, prepared for another round of Drinking Feelings. The only drinking game I knew how to play.

~End Of Chapter~

Hey guys! Sorry it has taken me so long to write another chapter, life got pretty crazy but I'm here and I'll be trying to write as much and as often as I can!
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~ Tommy Jeffers🌹