A Brush With Love: Jamilton Au

Sabotage

ALEX POV

It's been 3 days since we started the project, it was done by day 2 so we've spent the last day, until now, relaxing. As it turns out, Thomas might not be as traditional as he thought. He's started being influenced by modernism, as much ass that stubborn fucker refuses to admit it. 

"Which movies being played anyways?" Thomas questions, throwing on a magenta shirt. "School of rock." I dance around the living room, packing the picnic bag. 

Hercules invited us on a double date with his boyfriend, Lafayette. Our Campus is holding an outdoor movie night on the football field. To be honest, I have no idea why we even have a football field. We're an art school, who the hell do they think is going to use a football field? 

"Let's go then," Thomas slings his arm around my shoulder and kisses my forehead. 

JAMES POV

I watch Thomas and that bitch ass Alex round the corner of the apartment hall and set to work. I push the handle upwards and insert the long metal pin. The door unlocks with a satisfying click and I creep into the apartment. Fortunately, our school budget isn't spent on ensuring the actual safety of their students. I don't exactly have a plan for what I'm going to do here but I'll find something to destroy.

I scan the apartment for something, anything, that may aid me in taking my revenge. 

There. 

On an easel in the corner of the room is a painting. Probably the one Thomas texted me complaining about dong with Alex. The one due in less than 24 hours.

It's a gorgeous painting despite the disgusting picture it portrays. Alex and Thomas in a park, gay rainbows radiating off of them. However, I will feel no remorse for my coming actions. 

With a swift punch, the painting is destroyed,  a large hole in its centre.

THOMAS POV (Dat's right we covering all of them today)

Alex opens the door to our apartment as Lafayette continues to explain why baguettes are better raw.

A sudden gasp comes from inside and Alex drops the keys. 

"What's wrong?" I rush to his side and spot the act of sacrilege. A giant hole through our painting.

"Thomas, what happened? This is due tomorrow at 6." A tear slips down his cheek. I clutch him to my chest and pat his hair. "We'll figure it out, darlin'." I drawl in my southern tone.

"But who did it?"

"I'm not sure, but we'll figure that out too."

The shorter man stands on his tiptoes to kiss me. But I pull away, eyes wide.

"I've had an idea."

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