Smaller (Jeffmads)

7.

Thomas POV

James and I go in the kind of wardrobe.

I call it a closet because everyone calls it that, but it's more like a big, narrow room. And it's dark. There is a window that brings little light. At least we can see each other.

I put the djembe. James does the same.

"There is still a lot of space," James said.

"What do you mean? The room is small, "I say.

"But there is enough room for at least 10 people or more thant that," James said.

"Mmmh ... maybe," I said.

I hear a noise coming from the door.

I turn around to see that the door is closed.

Shit!

I run to the door.

And push it. It does not open.

The door does not provide a wrist which means that you can just open it outside.

"No no no no..."

"What's wrong, Tommy?" James asks, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"We are stuck! Someone locked us up! We will never be able to get out of here again! "I say, shouting. I start crying.

"Tommy ..."

"I do not like this place." (Sniffs) I want to go out, "I said. My tears are choking me. I'm starting to shake.

I collapse on the floor. I feel arms around me.

"Calm down."

"Everything will be fine," He said in a soft voice.

I hold him close to me and cry on his chest.

"N ... do not leave me!" I say almost shouting. He makes me round in the back to relax and it works a little.

"I will not do it," he said.

I do not like this pla ... "

I begin to hyperventilate. James squeezes me a little harder.

He walks away a bit and puts a kiss on my forehead. Strangely, I begin to calm down. I'm blushing.

"I do not like this place either, but I'm happy to be locked up with you," he said. I blush even more.

I am reassured to have his warmth close to me.

"M ... me too," I said shyly and softly.

He walks away a little to wipe my tears and he continues to make rounds on my back. It soothes me by doing that. I start to close my eyes.

Laf POV

I left the music room and went to Thomas's dormitory. I knock.

Nobody's answering.

I knock again.

Always nobody.

They have not arrived yet?

Maybe they are waiting for me in front of the school.

Thomas may prefer that we go to school to go somewhere. Maybe I did not see him.

decides to go to school....AGAIN.

I will need an explanation both.

I go to school, but I do not see anyone. I sigh. Where are they?

"Laf!" I jump. I turn to see Herc...Hercules.

"What do you want, mon am...Hercules," I said, looking at him firmly.

"Nothing, nothing ... I just felt like you were looking for something," He said. I roll my eyes.

"Get on with your things," I said as I left.

"If you're looking for your cousin, I can find out where he can be," he said. I turn around.

"What did you do?" I ask. He looks at me a little intimidated, feeling the bitterness in my voice.

"I ... I've never seen you like this ..."

"Shut up and tell me where he is," I said aggressively. He steps back frightened.

"I...in...the music...room," He said.

After he's spoken, I run to the music room.

I open the door. I see their bag on the floor.

"THOMAS !!! JAMES !!! "I say.

Shit where can they be?

I hear like a little noise.

Like...

hitting.

It comes from behind the door of the closet where we put the instruments.

I approach my ear.

"Thomas !!! James !!! You're here ??? !!! "I ask. I hear the same hiccups.

I see the door with the key in the lock.

I have to open it?

Come on! I do it.

I open it. The room is dark. I just see someone on the floor holding another person in their arms.

Looking good, I notice that it's James.

James gets up holding Thomas in his arms.

"I worried! Nobody opened me, so I told myself that I did not see you and that you were expecting me at school and arriving at school .... "

"Shhh ... Thomas is sleeping," James said in a low voice, smiling. I look at him confused and I see my cousin hugging James while sleeping. I starting to smile.

"Thanks for taking care of my cousin," I said, smiling at him.

"He's claustrophobic and I'm surprised he could sleep in such a place...He did not panic?" I whispered.

"Yes, he did it, but I was able to help him calm down," he said.

"Thank you again," I say.

"It's nothing," He said.

I look at the bag of my cousin and James and take them.

"I take your bags since my cousin is busy sleeping, are you supporting him?" I say.

"Merci Lafayette," He said in French. I laugh softly.

"You're welcome..."

"Mon ami." I said.

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