Thomgelica One-shots because not enough people write about them.

Some Men Say That I'm Intense or I'm Insane

Intense and Insane, two words Angelica Schuyler heard quite frequently. Usually, men who felt that a woman's place was in the kitchen, sometimes there was even the occasional woman. It didn't matter who said it though because she didn't care. So what she wasn't quiet about her opinions and she wasn't as nice as some people would prefer, that didn't make her intense or insane. Right?

Normally she wouldn't even entertain such a ludicrous thought, but she overheard her sisters calling her intense and insane last night. Mix that with the terrible week she had been having and you get a slightly insecure Angelica.

It would be so much easier to brush off what they said if it weren't her family and one of her closest friend. But it was not some random idiot who probably hadn't even had a conversation with her, it was Eliza and Peggy. Her sisters who she saw every day and drove them to school. With Alexander, it hurt a little less, but it still hurt nonetheless.

Maybe she was being a little ridiculous and it was most likely they were just joking, but she couldn't shake it. She was unsure of herself and she was never unsure. She didn't like doubting herself and she was angry with the three fools for making her feel like this. They knew she was angry too and she knew that. They would be even bigger fouls not to notice it. She was unusually quiet at school today and it's not that she was loud or always talking it's just she was never completely silent. But today she didn't even make a squeak.

She was locked up in her room writing an essay for English in a way that would make Alexander proud. She hadn't stopped to take a break since she started and that was four hours ago. Usually, she would be downstairs doing homework with her sisters but she was mad at them.

She heard a knock at the door and it was an unfamiliar one. She had memorized the different knock sounds for all her family members and this was not one that she recognized.

She set her pencil down in the middle of her binder and got up to open the door.

Thomas Jefferson was standing outside of her room door, the last person she expected to be on the other side. "Why are you here?" It came off a little ruder than she intended but she was genuinely confused. He had never been to her house and vice versa, they were just school friends.

"Thought I'd stop by and check on you." Huh? He came to check up on me? That wasn't what they did. They were school friends and only school friends.

She arched one eyebrow. "Check up on me?"

"I noticed you weren't your usual self at school today." He noticed? That was new, they didn't notice these things about each other and if they did they pretended to be oblivious to it.

"Well, that wasn't necessary." She said and he sighed.

"I also need help with our English homework." He lied and she could tell he was lying, he was not very good at it. Strangely though she found his inability to lie adorable.

"Fine." She simply said and opened her door wider. He walked in and that was when she spotted Peggy and Eliza peeking their heads up the steps. Little heathens, she thought to herself and rolled her eyes.

She closed her door but kept it open a crack, no need to give her parents a heart attack.

She sat back down at her desk and he sat on the floor beside her. She noticed this and transferred her stuff to the floor before plopping down beside him.

"So what do you need help with?" She questioned and he blushed. So I was right, he is lying.

He sighed and pushed a stray curl behind his ear. And oddly enough she found that extremely cute. What is this boy doing to me? "I don't really need help." He admitted and lowered his gaze to the carpet.

She scoffed. As if she didn't already know that. This boy was really something else. He looked up at her and raised his eyebrows, she assumed it was because of her scoff. "What? You didn't really think I didn't know that you were lying, right?" His shoulders slumped at this and she smirked. "If you plan on having a future in politics you really need to work on your poker face." He gave a small laugh at this and the tiny sound of amusement warmed her heart.

"I get it, I'm a terrible liar." He grinned. "So know that we've got that out of the way, are you okay?" Her turn to have her shoulders slump. This whole situation that had her feeling so down was totally not a big deal and it was completely unnecessary for him to come and check up on her. Still a small part of her found it sweet.

"I'm fine." She lied and it was believable and if it weren't for her strange behavior at school today she was sure he would fall for it.

"My turn to call you out on your terrible lying skills." He joked.

"Do you think I'm insane?" She blurted out before she could even think about what she was saying. His face scrunched up in confusion and she wished she could turn back the clock. Her reasons for being hurt were dumb and not worth dwelling over and she didn't need Thomas knowing that sometimes even she got a little insecure.

"No, I don't think you're insane." He said once his confusion wore off. And sure his words meant something to her, but they held little weight. They meant nothing in comparison to her family saying she was insane.

"Thanks." She said. It was an awkward reply but she didn't know what else to say.

He looked her straight in the eyes and she felt as though he was getting a little peer into her soul. Still, she didn't break contact with his brown eyes. "Angelica Schuyler I promise you you are not insane," He said, she opened her mouth to wave him off and tell him she was being stupid and he could forget she ever said anything, but he cut her off.

"You're a strong-willed person, you can think for yourself, and you always say what's on your mind. Those are all admirable qualities. You are not insane just because you're not willing to keep quiet about what you feel or think." He finished his little rant and she was just smiling dumbly at him.

She noticed this and mentally scolded herself. She sobered up, although a smile was still plastered on her face. "Thank you." She said and this time she meant it. She was thankful to him because she needed to hear that.

He gave her a charming smile and it made her heart flutter; he was making her heart do that a lot these days. "Anytime."