Thomas Jefferson is a very popular boy, handsome and elegant. He doesn't really like going out, but his friend Maria asks him to take her to the Polymanga (in Switzerland) that he accepts.
He didn't know he would meet a boy who will forever change...
I wake up and see that there is a table on the table.
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I see initials directly. J. M. It must surely be James he drew. They are so close together.
"Hello Alex, you slept well," Says Aaron. I look at him and shake his head.
"Are you looking at the portrait?" He asks. I nod.
"James did it for me and I did one for him to watch who drew the best," He says.
"And who is it who draws best?" I ask him. He is laughing.
"We could not make up our minds," He says with a smile.
"I see," I say, looking away. I left my hair detached because Aaron like them like that.
He starts playing with one of my locks. I'm blushing.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"You have knots on your hair, do you want to let me comb them?" He asks. I nod.
"I'm going to take a comb," I say. He nods.
I go to my room and take the comb. It's been so long since I didn't use it. I usually tie my hair all the time, so I do not really think about combing them.
I'm coming back to the living room. I hand the comb to Aaron. He smiles at me and takes it. I sit next to Aaron and turn around to he faces my hair.
He takes them gently and passes the comb gently. I feel that the knots leave easily when he puts the comb.
When I do it, I have to force and lose a lot of my hair.
"You can turn around," He says.
I do what he told me and I see him gently take a few strands of my bangs. And gently slide the comb. I look at him stunned at his beautiful face, when he's focused. He continues to comb my bangs softly and smiles at me when he's finished.
"Thank you very much, Aaron," I say.
"You should look at yourself, I'm sure you'll love," He says with a smile. I nod and get up and go to the bathroom. I look on the mirror. He has beautifully comb my hair. My bangs fall on my eye. My hair looks longer and reaches my shoulders. I smile while looking at myself.
I go to the living room and smile at Aaron.
"Do you like?" Aaron asks timidly. I shake my head.
"I love it," I say, widening my smile. He sighs with relief.
"You scared me," He laughs.
"You're combing so well," I say.
"Yes, I did it often with my sister," He says, smiling even more. He must really hold on to his sister like me, I held to my brother before he let me down.
"You should have lunch," He says. I nod and go to the kitchen.
I make bread with jam. I sit down and eat quickly.
"I'm going to make you coffee," He says. I nod and continue to eat.
After a while, he puts my coffee on the table.
"Look out Alexander, it's hot," He says. I'm nod.
When I finish eating, I touch the cup to see its temperature. The temperature is average. I take the cup and drink my coffee.
* Time skip *
We go together to school.
I feel like Aaron keeps looking at me, of course it must be my imagination.
We arrive at school and we separate, each going to his locker.
