Hamilton Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

16. Burrmads

A/N: More trans Jemmy, because he's my baby, and I love him.

James held his head high as he walked into school, trying to look as confident as possible, and trying just as hard to be as confident as possible as he approached his boyfriend, who had is back turned to him, talking to some friends. James tapped his shoulder and Thomas turned, his bored looking face turned into an ecstatic expression as soon as his eyes fell on the shorter boy in front of him.

"Jamie!" Thomas smiled, wrapping his arms around James' waist. "Hey baby."

James winced at the use of Jamie as his name, but he ignored it. "Thomas can I talk to you?" James glanced over Thomas' shoulder, seeing his friends standing there, looking annoyed. "Alone?"

"Sure," Thomas said, a smile stuck on his face. "'Scuse us boys," Thomas said to his friends before pulling James away from them. Not far, just far enough to be out of earshot. "What do you want to talk to me about, darlin'?" James bit his lip, debating on making something up and backing out of the situation. But he thought of how much he hated hearing Thomas say "This is Jamie, my girlfriend", and how much he wanted Thomas to know who he really was. "Everything alright, Jamie?"

James took a deep breath. "Thomas, I have something really, really important to tell you. And I want you to listen, and I want you to accept what I have to say, and I hope you can still love me the same," Thomas gave James an uneasy look.

"Did you cheat on me?" Thomas asked, looking a hurt.

"No! Thomas, that's not what it is. I would never do that to you," Thomas sighed in relief, his smile returning. James shut his eyes, deciding fuck it, if he wasted any more time he'd never say it. "I'm a boy."

Thomas chuckled, shaking his head. "Jamie, really, what is it you have to tell me?"

James gulped, opening his eyes. "Thomas, that is what I had to tell you. I'm a boy, and my name is James." Thomas looked utterly confused, staying completely silent. "I've known for a while, almost two years now. I didn't know how to tell you," James stared at the ground. "My mom knows I'm trans, and I'm starting on testosterone soon."

"Gross." James' heart sunk as that single word left Thomas' mouth. "Fucking gross."

James felt Thomas' arm leave his waist, and he felt cold and empty without it. "Thomas please, I-"

"I can't believe I've been dating a fucking faggot for five years," James felt a lump arise in his throat and he couldn't bear to meet Thomas' eyes.

"I-I didn't ask to be like this," James choked out, tears streaming down his face. He looked at Thomas with pleading eyes. "Please don't hate me for something I can't change," Thomas sneered, giving James a look of pure disgust. "Please, Thomas I love you."

"Whatever, Jamie. We're done," Thomas muttered before turning away from James and speeding off, like he needed to get away from James as soon as possible.

James' bottom lip quivered as he stared at Thomas, who only glanced back for a mere second before continuing his conversation with his friends, as if he hadn't just crushed James' heart. James felt everyone's eyes on him, burning his skin like a lit cigarette. He couldn't bear it. He bolted through the hallway, hurrying into the nearest bathroom he could find, glad to have the eyes off of him. James slid against the wall, sobbing into his knees, unable to hold himself back. What James hadn't realized, however, was that the bathroom wasn't empty.

"Jamie? Are you alright? What happened?" Aaron asked, his eyes looking panicked as he approached James, who shrunk against the tile wall. Though he relaxed once he realized the person was Aaron, his best friend.

"It's James," James muttered, finding no use in dealing with the name Jamie. Thomas knew, and no doubt everyone would know about it by the next day, so he might as well be honest. Aaron tilted his head in confusion, sitting next to James. "My name. It's James, not Jamie. I'm a boy."

"You're trans?" Aaron asked, receiving a small nod from James. "James," Aaron tested the name out. He liked it, it fit James quite well. Soft and quiet, like James himself. James smiled a little bit, grateful to hear the name used to address him by someone other than his mother. "Why didn't you tell me?"

James chuckled bitterly, sniffling a bit. "It's not exactly easy y'know," Aaron nodded, giving James a sympathetic look. "I told Thomas."

"And what did he say?" Aaron already knew what Thomas would have said, judging by how upset James was. James didn't respond, he couldn't bring himself to, he just rested his head on Aaron's shoulder. "Do you need a hug, James?" When Aaron saw James nod, he pulled the shaking boy into his lap, holding him close to his chest. "I know," Aaron said as he felt James sob into his shoulder. "It's alright James, let it out."

The two sat there for a long while, James just letting his emotions out, Aaron gently rubbing his back. Until James didn't have any tears left, then the two just sat in silence, a sort of comforting quiet.

"He hates me," James mumbled, absentmindedly picking at a thread on Aaron's maroon sweater. "He could barely stand to look at me," Aaron wanted to be angry, he wanted to go back out into the hallway and rip Thomas to shreds. But he didn't want to upset James further, so he sat quietly and listened. "He called me a faggot and then broke up with me."

"He doesn't deserve you," Aaron said, gritting his teeth. "You didn't choose who you are, and besides, Thomas is gay anyways, he just won't admit it. You're handsome, and kind, and so adorable and no one deserves to have you in their life. You're like sunshine, James. And if Thomas wants to let you go then he's a fool, any guy would be the luckiest man alive to have you as their own," Aaron said, giving James a smile. "I'm sure there's a guy at this school who could treat you better," Aaron knew he was talking about himself, but he couldn't tell James that.

"Like who?" James asked, raising an eyebrow. "The only guys I've ever liked were Thomas and you," Aaron's eyes widened. "I mean, I know you're straight, it's fine."

"I'm not straight," Aaron mumbled, his eyes darting away from James.

"You're not?" James asked in awe. Aaron shook his head, biting his lip harshly. "Who didn't I know this?" Aaron blushed, shrugging slightly. He felt James eyes stare at him for a few moments until he spoke again. "Did you really mean what you said about any guy being lucky to have me?" Aaron met James' eyes, nodding. "Do you want to be that lucky guy?"

"More than anything," Aaron said breathlessly, hesitantly cupping James cheek with his hand. James banished any thought of Thomas from his mind, wanting forget about the tall asshole. In fact, he wanted to forget about everything but sight of Aaron's deep chocolate eyes. "James, I don't know if you're ready, b-but can I kiss y-" James smiled, kissing Aaron softly, melting into the larger boy's touch. James pulled away, missing the feeling of Aaron's lips on his. Aaron smiled at James, though it faltered for a second. "Does Eleanor know about it?"

"Yeah, I came out to her a while ago. She's cool about it," Aaron visibly relax, comforted to know that James' mother was supportive of him. "I'm starting T soon," Aaron beamed, wrapping his arms around James' waist.

"That's great!" Aaron pulled his arms away, making James frown. "Should we move this fast? What about Thomas? I mean you two just-"

James shook his head, pecking Aaron's lips. "Fuck Thomas."