Our Glory is Now //Jeffmads Oneshots

Deadroses Pt 2 (do re mi)

James clutched the rose to his chest, breathing deeply in a vain attempt at calm. He held the wilted flower head in his hand, and knowing how brittle the petals were, he closed his fist around them. When he unfurled his fingers, the petals were a fine powder that fell to the ugly carpet of the apartment floor.

If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would've stayed in bed.

James swallowed shakily and backed away from it, knowing how close his brain was to collapse.

You run your mouth all over town,
And this one goes out to the sound

James gritted his teeth. He wanted to be angry, he couldn't afford to be sad. Fuck Thomas.

Breaking glass on my Range Rover.
Pay me back or bitch it's over.

Fuck Thomas. Yeah right.

All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder.

And there was the fight, so clear in James' mind. Thomas cheated on him with some bitch from the bar, and when he got home, he only claimed he was drunk. No apology. No 'I love you'. And that was when James knew he had made a mistake.

Next time imma stay asleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

But damn, Thomas was a helluva mistake.

And you got me thinking lately
Bitch you crazy.

Maybe it was James' fault. Maybe he wasn't good enough.

And nothings ever good enough.
I wrote a little song for ya.

Nah.

It go like
Do re mi fa so fucking done with you.

James slammed the door.

So fucking done with all the games you play.
I ain't no tic-tac-toe.

And he dialed Thomas' number.

Send the X and O's on another note.

Thomas picked up the phone almost immediately. "James?"

"Listen, bitch," James growled. "I gave you the best two years of my life and you threw them away without so much as an apology. But if you can honestly say that you love me, as I stand here right now, I will take you back,"

Thomas was silent for a long moment. James fumed.

"You son of a bitch! Were you always lying?!"

The door to his apartment flung open suddenly, and Thomas burst in, his clothes scratched and disheveled. He slid to his knees in front of James. "James! I love you! I'm so sorry!" He was almost in tears.

James blinked. "Why were you outside my apartment?"

"I've been in the parking lot for days, sleeping in my car. I missed you, I'd do anything to be close to you," He panted.

James blinked again, then extended his hand.

Thomas took it, pulling James down into a kiss. Thomas was always disheveled when he hadn't had physical contact in days, and James was surprised to see that he really had stayed in his car for the past half a week.

So James kissed back.

Do re mi fa so fucking down with you.

AN: the sequel got requested and I wanted a happy ending. Sue me bitches.