Your My Angel

Chapter Twenty Five

Jefferson's pov
Waking up with my head spinning I sit up. I walk over my library door and unlock it. Walking to the bathroom I get myself ready for day of college and look at the time. Shit! I'm going to be in a rush again?! I hurry up and head down stairs almost as if I was the flash and quickly grab my bag witch was perfectly neat? I open it up and everything was filed perfectly? I walk into the kitchen to find Madison slaving away in my kitchen making me food. Damn I love food. But not as much as him. I slowly set bag down and look at what he was cooking. He always takes care of me even when I don't ask for it. He just dose it anyways.
"Don't feel like your late Tommy you have extended time to get to classes I talked to all of your professors they said it's okay if you're a little late or more than that because of your paste, so don't worry anything about that you can be late a little bit but you can't be completely late in that mess. Besides I have all your working order I went around doing all of your work for you typed up for of your assignments and did 68 of your papers and I made sure they were all correct and in your words hopefully you had a good sleep because you didn't take your pill." He looked at me with a straight face. "But I made you breakfast." My jaw dropped open as I at down at my counter top. I was so speechless. How did I get so lucky with him? He sets down plates of food in front of me as I began digging in. Man I miss his cooking! He smiles at me and eats bits of scraps Madison was not really a big eater most of the time.
"So how was your sleep Tommy?" I like when he calls me that. He only calls me that when it's just us two. I look back at him and was going to tell him about my dream when he was gone and I see Laurens. "Tommy?"
I feel my face heat up a bit. "Eh?" Is all that came out of my mouth.
"Thomas." I snap out of my thoughts and see Madison again. He looked worried now. I smile and simply say. "I don't rember my dream."
~Time passes~
In my last class of the day I hand in work that was not mine but the work of James Madison. My professors were impressed of what I can do in such time of the hospital taking all that time doing nothing but doing work instead. "Doing it for the grade." I said calmly. My professor she noded as I headed out for the day. Madison's class dosent end until another half hour and we meet in the middle after he ends his classes. I take a long walk around campus and find a comfortable spot in a quite open area opening my laptop looking around the internet to find something amusing. I find nothing and get instantly bored. I look through my bag to find something, anything to keep me detracted. Around this time I would usually walk around campus looking around to cause a little bit of drama or trouble and sometimes pass Laurens and his classes. I take a pause for a moment. His classes?! M-Maybe I can do his work for him while he's gone, maybe then he wont be so mad at me. Have seen him do his work like a dozen times during college class together I know the way that he writes, and in the power that he puts into his work his thoughts and creativity in the way that his mind works I'm not saying I was studying his writing or anything but it'll be totally worth it. I smile and close my lap top forgetting all about Madison and meeting in the middle and hurry off to as much of Laurens classes I could remember. Hopefully some of his professors are there.