Thomas paced up and down in his bedroom trying to understand everything that had just happned. So far he only had Peppa's company. Peppa just sat there and followed him with her head. At some point, he paused in his pacing, considering something. Maybe Penny had written his name on his phone number. He rummaged around his pockets until he found it. He looked at it. No name. All it had written was "~ Moi ;)". With the motherfucking wink. Was that really necessary?? He just sighed and put the number back in his pocket.
He collapsed backwards onto his bed and placed his hands over his face.
"Peppaaaaa," he groaned, "what does it all mean?!"
Of course she couldn't answer, but as long as she listened to him, he was fine.
*
At their lunch break, Thomas and James sat together, Thomas explaining his dilemma.
". . . then after he gave me his number he said "and by the way, if you want me to be your master, just ask". I mean OF COURSE I want him to be my master, but he was messing around! Then I asked him to repeat and all he said was "give Peppa my greetings, as well as your other little friend". That's where I got really confused because I wasn't sure whether he was talking about my dick or my actual little friend, who, obviously, is you. But that wouldn't make sense because how the fuck does he know you exist?? So I got home stressed and confused, and I still am. HELP ME!" He yelled, shaking James by his shoulders.
James nodded and crossed his arms.
"Fascinating. Why don't you just text him and ask?"
Thomas just blinked. That was actually a good idea.
"I mean, I guess I could..."
James nodded.
"Go on then."
Thomas looked up at him.
"W-wait, you mean, right now?-"
"Yeah. When else?"
"It's such a random time, though..."
James just gave him a "now or never" look. He nodded and took a deep breath, pulling his phone out, James looking over his shoulder. He began typing, James frowning at the way Thomas had saved him.
"Wow." He said, Thomas blushing slightly.
"Shut up."
ItsTJ: Hey
ItsTJ: It's Thomas BTW
ItsTJ: Just seeing if this is really your number
James looked at him disbelivingly.
"What??" Thomas questioned.
"Don't make it awkward, buddy."
"I'm not! I'm just-" he was cut off by Penny's reply. Shit, he thought, that was quick. James frowned, thinking the same.
