Hamilton One-shots (REQUEST STUFF)

Thaurens | Stoner J's | Angst

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The sun had just risen, barely peaked, as Thomas snuck out of the house for his morning run. God forbid he woke Madison on his day off, yeesh. He was almost out the door when he tripped on something light and square. Toppling onto the ground, Thomas swore. Very loudly. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned his head listen for any sign of James waking up. He really deserved this break... Thomas didn't want to ruin it. Rubbing his knee, Thomas then looked to see the culprit of his tumble. A cardboard box, no label.

He sighed, taking it inside. He'd open it now, he wanted an excuse to be a little late anyways. Every day, right when he started his jog, he'd run into Hamilton walking to work. The idiot would rather walk than buy a car, ride a bus- for God's sake steal some kid's bike or something, but no. He just had to walk in the perfect place to start an argument. Idiot.

The package was light in his hands, the contents barely stirred when he shifted it. He didn't see the point in stalling, so he grabbed a dull knife from the kitchen drawer and cut it open. He carefully lifted the cotton-polyester, it's thin grey fabric soft in his hands. In some dark red-orange color it read... 'Stoner J's.'

And then it all came flooding back. Last weekend. Him and John where at his house, in his room, high and drunk and getting higher and drunker. Washing away their own pains by losing themselves in their habits, and sometimes in each other. They'd... designed these stupid shirts on some website and ordered them. It was a wonder that the text was even centered, Thomas thought to himself. He smiled, he couldn't wait to see John's face when he presented him with the other half.

"Thomas?" A sleepy voice asked from behind him. Fuck. "What's that? Did a package come in?" He asked. Thomas slowly placed the shirt back in the bag. Madison didn't like Thomas doing something illegal, and where they lived it was very illegal. He bit his lip as James paced closer,

"Stoner J's?" He asked, confused in his tiredness. Then it snapped into place.

"I thought you said that you had stopped smoking weed." He mumbled, studying Thomas's face, and then the shirt. "Please tell me you didn't do it at my house." He said, it was too early for Thomas's usual shit, apparently.

"No. I was at Johns..." his words faded to a whisper. James did not like John. A yawn later, Madison looked at him. Disappointed. God, he hated it when James looked at him like that, and James knew it. He swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair.

"I know you don't like him, but he's really not that bad of a guy-"

"Thomas, don't try and convivence me. I'm not your boss, I can't choose who you find company in or what you do... I just wish you wouldn't," He said with a shrug. Sighing, Thomas scooped the box into his hands. James was already walking back to his room.

"I'll be back. He'll be wanting his." Thomas said. Something about saying his name didn't feel right at the moment... not really. James just nodded,

"Be safe," He said. Thomas promised he would be as he left.

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Thomas knocked on John's door three blocks down, hoping he'd be home.

"Coming!" Alexander's voice shouted from the other side. Great, the one time Thomas comes during the day and that prick is here. The door slid open.

"Thomas."

"Alexander."

"What do you want?"

"Is John home?" He asked. Alexander glared at him.