Jeffmads: A Story

Three

Contrary to popular belief, Thomas didn't actually hate Alexander Hamilton.

They hardly agreed on anything, their views almost always contradicting the other's, but it didn't mean Thomas disliked Alex as a person.

Thomas Jefferson didn't hate Alexender Hamilton.

Except when they argued.

Alex seemed physically incapable of accepting defeat. If he began to think he might have slipped up, he countered with insults aimed at those debating him.

Thomas still became flushed with anger at the memorable incident that involved James winding up in the hospital and put Thomas in the situation they were in now.

And what's the situation?

Contrary to popular belief, James and Thomas weren't dating.

The real problem wasn't that James and Thomas weren't a couple, it was that Thomas cared about James too much not to think of him as one would a significant other.

Hell, Thomas thought, I called him Darling last week.

On the plus side, Thomas reflected, James said it was cute.

Regardless, the mutual pining was becoming a bit of a problem.

Like now, for example.

"You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think-"

James Madison sighed at Hamilton's outburst. Already, he began thinking of when he could leave to go hang out Thomas.

Although, he wasn't entirely sure he could handle Thomas, who (coincidentally) was arguing with Hamilton currently.

Having zoned out, James wasn't aware of what had been said until Alex yelled at Thomas.

"Oh, shut up, you gay dodo!"

"I'm not gay." Thomas snapped back.

"Then what about you and James, huh?"

"Again, I'm not gay!"

James' heart felt like someone had grabbed it...and crushed it into dust.

Not gay? James thought, Then what about calling me Darling? Does he really only view me as a friend?

The rest of his thoughts were cut off by the professor releasing class. Immediately, James bolted, trying to leave behind Thomas' words.

Not gay, the voice in his head crowed, taunting him, of course he's not gay.

Distantly, James could hear the echoes of his father's voice. At least someone was able to raise their kid right. I still haven't figured out where I went wrong with you.

Tears sprung in James' eyes, and he picked up the pace, wanting nothing more than to get home.

Arriving, James once more bolted into his room. He was vividly reminded of the incident from two weeks before.

Every fiber of his being itched with the urge to feel that kind of physical pain. James found himself staring towards where he knew the razors would be.

It would be so easy...

James fought the urge, resisting the call for the time being.

It'll be okay, James to himself. This will work out fine.