Jeffmads Oneshots

NyQuil

A/N A little short cute thing. Also school is making it way harder than i thought to actually post just five chapters but i swear i'm finishing these before January.

Chapter Count: 4/5

Word Count: 834

--------------James POV--------------------------

"James, i'm dying."

"My, how the tables have turned."

Ignoring what i said, Thomas delicately put his hand to his head, "This is going to be our last night together i'm afraid."

My eyes never left the book that was held propped up by Thomas' chest, "Wow, looks like you have dishes tonight then."

"I have Ebola," he replied stubbornly. His hands moved toward my book, trying to take it out of my hands.

"You have a cold," i replied bluntly, moving my book out of the way and resting my head on his stomach so he couldn't move. I then held the book up to my face and continued reading.

"My throat is on fire," i heard him say as i felt his hands running through my short hair.

"Then why don't you just take the fucking NyQuil?" i ask, irritated that he refused to take any medicine and somehow persuaded me to lay with him on the dirty floor. Why did Thomas pick the floor to make me lay with him, who knows. But here we are. Thomas laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling as i was laying on my stomach, reading.

"NyQuil is the bane of my existence."

I sighed, "You are so dramatic."

I felt Thomas chuckle, "At least i don't faint when i see womens thighs."

My face turned red as i quickly lifted my head up to look at him and protested, "That was one time!"

"One time too many, my friend," he laughed, his eyes went down to mine. His laughter made me forget my anger and i found myself getting lost in his eyes.

Trying to act mad, i mumbled, "Fine...whatever," and returned my eyes to the book, forgetting where i was. Now that actually got me irritated.

"You shouldn't be saying that while your boyfriend is dying."

"You aren't dying!" i yelled, really ticked off i couldn't find the place where i left off.

"That's not what the bright light is telling me."

"Thomas-" i tried to say, but was abruptly cut off.

"Oh hey, look, i can see the pearly gates," he was gazing at the ceiling, his eyes wide with wonder and an astonished smile on his face.

"For fucks sake-" i tried again.

"Hey, its god. He- he's telling me something," Thomas paused, as if trying to get a better hearing on what information the mighty one was giving him.

"Uh-huh," I said, sighing defeatedly.

"He- he's calling me a faggot."

Laughter filled the large living room, first from me, then Thomas started giggling to his own joke and found himself unable to stop. Same as me, but i couldn't breath for a couple seconds so just ended up laughing then chocking for a good two minutes.

"What am i going to do with you," i breathes out, my book lay abandoned somewhere to my left. I left it when i decided that crawling into Thomas' arms on the dirty floor was an okay thing to do.

"Love me and get me some soup until i get better," he offered hopefully, his eyes lighting up as he looked at me with a pleading face.

I smirked, "Hmm, i don't know. The kitchens pretty far from here. I don't think i'm physically able to walk that far, i'm pretty scrawny you know."

He stared at me, devastated, then let his arms fall from me and hit both sides of him, "Oh you heartless creature."

"Ouch. Looks like you're going to be single when you die," i stated, resting my head on Thomas' chest.

I felt his arms wrap around me quicker than me catching a disease. That's super fast, by the way, "No, Hun, you know i love you right?"

"You wanna prove that," i asked teasingly, already inching forward, my hands running up his sides. But then my phone beeped in my pocket and i groaned. Ignoring a chuckling Thomas, i pulled my phone out to see that John had texted me,

Hey, you two should kiss

And was still texting me,

D i d i f u c k i n g s t u t t e r

Oh, oops looks like you were. My bad. Continue.

My eyes scanned the windows around the large living room instinctively until i found a familiar freckled face peering in on us from a window that was nearest to the kitchen. He saw me staring and nervously held up his hand and gave a little wave. I could see him sweating from here and wished that Hamilton was somewhere around here to pick up the remains.

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A/N Eyo so like, finals are next week, i got confused and thought they were like a couple weeks ago in one of my chapters, so ill probably publish the last chapter after next week. Have a lovely day my dears and don't do vegetables.