They play never have I ever and y/n plays dirty and targets Jen every time so that Jen James and Thomas go down together
(might have strayed away from the prompt, I’m sorry) MENTIONS OF SEX.
Jen clapped her hands together, looking around the room. She had an evil gleam to her eye, and you knew she was up to no good. You sighed, getting ready for whatever she was planning.
“Okay guys, time for a game called Never Have I Ever. Its simple, just…” She explained the game as the boys listened. Thomas and Lafayette sat on either side of you, Jen sitting next to Thomas and James. Philip was somewhere in the kitchen, ignoring his father and friends like usual.
“Ready? Okay. Never Have I Ever cheated on my significant other.” Hercules started, a small smirk on his face.
Lafayette, Alexander, Thomas, and James all took a shot. You raised your eyebrows, shocked.
“Wow boys, that’s low.” You commented. Hercules laughed. Jen shook her head, the next in line.
“Never Have I Ever… fell in love with my friend.”
Everyone drank (besides Jen). You took a sip as well, the boys staring at you. You grinned sheepishly, looking away.
“Wait, now I’m curious as to who you fell in love with,” Alexander commented, winking. You said nothing, “Come on Y/N, is it someone in this room?”
Still, you said nothing.
Thomas coughed, “Never Have I Ever… fell in love with someone in this room.”
The boys stayed silent, frowning at Thomas. Thomas took a drink, saying nothing. You looked at everyone else, seeing how they would react.
“Tom, that’s not how it works. You’re supposed to say something that you didn’t do…” Jen complained.
Thomas shrugged, “I’m just curious, as all…”
Alexander took a drink.
James took a drink.
Lafayette took a drink.
Hercules took a drink.
Jen took a drink.
And you. Everyone was staring at you, waiting to see how you would react. Sighing, you grabbed the shot, tilting your head back.
Jen smirked, “We’re going to talk later about this,” she whispered.
You cleared your throat, “My turn. Never Have I Ever shrunk in size.”
The boys groaned at you, all of them taking drinks. You laughed.
“That’s not fair, you know. It wasn’t our choice.” James mumbled, eyeing you.
“Well, if Thomas can go low, I can go low.”
Alexander leaned forward, a distant look in his eyes. You weren’t ready for what was about to come.
“Never Have I Ever imagined…having sex with anyone in this room.”
“Hamilton, you pervert.”
“You disgust me, you old man.”
“Alex, you couldn’t come up with something better?”
Breaking news: famed curse-breaker Dean Thomas has joined private firm Madcap Curse Breakers. Once chiefly known for having fought alongside Harry Potter in the Battle of Hogwarts, the past decade has seen Thomas build a name for himself in the dangerous and profitable field of curse-breaking.
Having graduated from the Cairo Institute of Magical Art and Architecture with a First Class Hons. degree in Ancient Art, Thomas went on to work as curse-breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bankfor six years. He then spent two years dragon-wrangling in the ancient tombs of Egypt and China, in what was initially intended as a brief sabbatical.
Upon his return to the UK in 2007, he published his findings in the prestigious Journal of Ancient Curse-Breaking, which led to a high-profile interview in Magi-Archaeology Quarterly. This then resulted in a job offer from iconic magi-archaeology scholar Hercules Hurta; Thomas joined his team to work on translation of Etruscan runes and magical pictographs. He stayed there for three years.
It is rumoured that Blaise Zabini offered him a job at Greengrass and Zabini, but Thomas turned it down for the wider clientele and job scope at Madcap.
The Madcap headquarters are located two blocks away from Seamus Finnigan’s famous tavern in Camden. According to a local source, Thomas has permanently relocated to the lodgings above the expanded premises, and often instigates raucous shut-ins on Thursday nights. These events have become so popular that tickets are now sold in advance.
I’ve kind of had a craving for angry, jealous Dean lately…
Gator @salvachester - this one’s for you <3
You climb out of the back seat, tugging your skirt down
self-consciously. Dean is staring at your legs, his jaw clenched, and
even Sam swallows hard, then turns away.
“Does it look that bad?” you ask, worried for a moment that maybe
you’re not dressed appropriately to be an FBI agent.
Sam clears his throat, and Dean growls out, “You look fine.”
You straighten your jacket, lift your chin, and get into the head
space you need, a little condescending, a little no-nonsense, like
you’re used to getting what you ask for. Dean gives you one more
glance and, looking like he’d like to eat someone, leads the way into
the police station.
You and Sam trail Dean to the front desk, standing a step behind and
flashing your badges dutifully when the officer on duty asks if he
can help you. “What can we do for the FBI?” he asks, just a touch
of snark behind his words, and you can almost feel Dean’s thunderous
frown. He’s been on edge for days, and this day seems to be a bad
one. His temper has been unpredictable, his level of patience almost
zero, and you cringe a little internally at what his reaction might
“Is your superior officer around? Maybe the big boys should talk,”
he snaps, and the officer behind the desk stands up, all six feet and
at least four inches of him, maybe even a little taller than Sam.
“Listen, Agent Hetfield. We don’t take kindly to feds coming in and
throwing their weight around. If we can help, fine. But don’t go
making demands like we owe you. We work for a living around here,
You can almost feel Dean’s chest swelling, his temper ready to
blow, and you step forward, one hand on his arm as you push your way
in front of him. “Sorry, Officer – Thomas, is it? Please forgive
my partner, this case has him a little wired.” You turn to look up
at Dean, your lips tight as you speak to him in a pleasant voice,
aware that he will hear the anger beneath. “Agent Hetfield, Agent
Hammett, why don’t you go get that coffee we were talking about? I’ll
get what we need here and meet you outside.” You narrow your eyes
at him, the threat behind them clear.
“Yeah. Why don’t we just do that,” he grinds out, giving a curt
nod to the officer and turning on his heel to stalk to the door,
flinging it open without a pause. Sam smiles politely, then turns to
I wrote this in an hour, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors.
The smell of alcohol was heavy on Thomas’s breath as he stumbled through the doorway of his and Alexander’s home drunkenly, his vision hazy. He slammed the door shut behind him, uncaring of the rather loud bang it made, the noise resonating through the house. He walked in as straight a line he could, which was rather crooked, due to his current state, and into Alexander’s office.
Alexander sat at his desk, hunched over his laptop and typing furiously, eyes shining with reflected light from the screen. The document that he was currently working on was nearly twenty pages long by now, each dark word on the digital paper having been written in rapid succession. This, of course, meant that Alexander had not left his at-home office in two days, as he was notorious for doing.
“Hey, Lex…” Thomas slurred, moving over to Alexander and resting his arms on top of the other man’s head, leaning over him. “Wanna come to bed? I’ll make it worth your while…”
“Hi, Thomas.” Alexander replied, not particularly caring about his boyfriend’s drunken state. “I have to work on this, I can’t come to bed. Maybe later? I have to have this done by next week, and I really don’t want to procrastinate on it.”
“You never procrastinate, Lex, you’re you,” Thomas said, leaning down to whisper in the other man’s ear. “If you come to bed, I can make you feel good, Lex. Really good… Come to bed, Lex…”
“No,” Alexander responded, not willing to put up with Thomas’s antics at this hour. “I have to work, and you know that. Go to bed without me. I need to do this.”
“Work, work, work, all you care about is work. Work can wait. You’re already so far along, why can’t you just come to bed, Le-”
“Thomas, no! I’m not going to come to bed, I’m not going to have sex with you, and I am not going to stop working! You need to understand that I have important things to take care of!” Alexander interjected, frustrated, and pulled his gaze away from the computer.
“So, I’m not important? Is that what you’re saying? You care more about your fucking work than you do about me? Huh?”
“Thomas…That’s- that’s not what I meant…” Alexander stuttered, attempting to clear up any misunderstandings caused by his poorly-chosen words.
“Then why’d you say it like it was?”
“Thomas, I just have more pressing issues than going to bed with you right now, it’s not personal, it’s just-”
“It’s just that you care so fucking much about your work. So much that you just forget about your boyfriend. That’s fine. Fucking great, even. I’ll just find someone else to share my bed with, then. I don’t need you.” He declared, turning around and leaving the room quickly, footsteps heavy against the wooden floor.
“Thomas, wait!” Alexander said hurriedly, realizing his mistake. “I didn’t mean-” He tried to explain, but was cut off by the front door slamming shut loudly. Alexander raced over to the door, and nearly collapsed as he watched Thomas step into a cab and be driven off, too late for Alexander to stop him.
He put his face in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair regretfully. He really fucked up this time, didn’t he? He could feel wet tears begin to trail down his face as the weight of the situation fully dawned on him. He had essentially told Thomas that he didn’t care about him, that some stupid report was more important than the man he loved… Yes, he really had fucked up.
Alexander drove up into the driveway nervously, looking up at the home he and Thomas shared amidst the pandemonium of the city. He parked the car, taking in a deep breath as he did so. He could do this. He could walk inside their home and beg for forgiveness. Thomas hadn’t come back home the previous night, and he’d been in meetings all day in a separate building, so Alexander was unable to try and speak with him. Then, to top it all off, Alexander had been forced to stay an extra three hours longer because of some new case that was barely worth the effort.
Stepping out of the car, he ascended the few stairs to their front door and closed his eyes, breathing slowly and opened the again, bringing his key up to unlock the door. When he reached for the doorknob, however, the door creaked open on its own, already unlocked and ajar. Alexander cautiously stepped over the threshold, shoving his keys back into his pocket.
He gently closed the door behind him, careful not to slam it, unlike Thomas had been the night before. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he remembered the harsh slam of the wooden door last night as Thomas stormed out when Alexander had told him…had told him that…that he…That wasn’t important at the moment. What was important was finding Thomas and apologizing. It didn’t matter if Alexander had to beg on his hands and knees.
Soft laughter sounded from their bedroom and Alexander lifted his head at the noise. Thomas must be in there, he thought, and headed towards the room. Pushing open the door, he felt his heart skip a beat as he took in the sight before him.
Thomas laid in bed next to his closest friend, James Madison, who was evidently more than Thomas’s close friend- at least, now he was. They were both fully undressed, laying in eachother’s arms beneath a thin blanket. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and Alexander nearly screamed as his mind processed the what he was seeing.
“Oh, Alexander!” Thomas noted boredly, as if it was a simple fact and not his boyfriend catching him cheating. “You’re home. I warned you, didn’t I?”
Alexander felt a tear trail down his face, still in shock. “Thomas, y-you-”
“I what?” Thomas asked condescendingly, cutting Alexander off. “I had amazing, mind-blowing sex with James? I had sex with someone else in our bed? I don’t really give a fuck if you’re crying or not? I’m just following up on my promise from last night? Because the answer to all of those is a definite yes, Alexander. I told you that I’d find someone else to share my bed with, so I did.”
“Thomas, what’s going on?” James asked, slowly emerging from the depths of sleep. “Why are you shouting?”
“Nothing, Jemmy, it’s nothi-”
“It’s not nothing!” Alexander interjected, eyes wet with tears. “You’re cheating on me, and you’re acting like it’s nothing! I trusted you, and I wanted to make things right, but apparently you don’t want to…”
“Why is Alexander here?” James asked, gaze switching between Thomas and Alexander as he sat up, pulling away from the other man. “You told me that you two had broken up, Thomas!”
“Then I guess he lied to you! We didn’t break up, and I get to come home to see my boyfriend cheating on me!” Alexander half-sobbed, half-shouted, not making any effort to hide his emotions.
“Thomas, you fucking bastard!” James yelled, leaving the bed as quickly as possible and pulling his boxers on. “You knew I wanted you, you fucking knew, and then you go and tell me that you and Alex broke up so that you can what? Cheat on your boyfriend with me? Get revenge for something miniscule? You fucking disgust me, Thomas. I’m leaving.” He said, pulling on his pants and grabbing his shirt, heading for the door and stopping as he looked at Alexander in front of him, sobbing heavily. “Alexander…I’m so sorry…” He muttered before leaving the room, and soon enough, the house.
Alexander stared at Thomas through blurry eyes, his cheeks stained with tears. The taller man lay in the bed, naked save for a sheet covering his waist and everything below it.“Thomas…” Alexander spoke softly, wrapping his arms around himself. “How could you do this to me?”
Thomas let his gaze fall on Alexander, focusing on him. “We had a fight. And it looks like I won, Alex.” He stated plainly, sitting up and resting his back against the headboard.
“Is this actually about that stupid fight, Thomas? I-I was going to make it up to you, was going to apologize and beg for you to talk to me again, even if it was just to tell me to go away. I couldn’t sleep last night, I was so upset at what you would say to me. Couldn’t imagine a life where you really despised me for what I did. Well, I could, but I didn’t want it, Thomas. Not ever.”
“Alexander, you said-”
“I hadn’t slept in three days! And you had been gone all day, I missed you, and I wasn’t thinking straight, and I was lashing out at you, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I…I had no idea, Alex, I-”
“But I guess you aren’t, huh? You didn’t stay awake all of last night terrified that the your boyfriend would never love you again. I did that. You were off fucking James Madison. Why? Because you were mad?”
“Yes, Alex, but-”
“But nothing! You didn’t have a good reason for it then, and you sure as hell don’t have a good reason for it now! I’m leaving, Thomas. I’ll be back for my stuff later. Goodbye.”
“No, Alex, wait!” Thomas shouted, nearly jumping off the bed and grabbing onto Alexander’s wrist tightly. “Please, don’t leave me…I fucked up, I know I did, but please, Alex, I need you…” He begged, staring up at Alexander with wide, fearful eyes.
Alexander yanked his hand away from Thomas’s own, and stepped back, staring at Thomas with a look that could not be mistaken for anything other than pure spite as he spat, “You didn’t need me earlier. It looked more like you needed James.”
And with a pivot and a slamming of the door, Alexander was gone.
And Thomas was alone.
He would remain that way for quite some time, his only company being the sobs that echoed through the room.
The world was black and white and that couldn’t be helped. Every waking day was viewed in various shades of grey, black, and white. And though it seemed rather boring, Alexander dealt with it. He had a loving wife, beautiful children, and a great job as a CFO for a world renowned publishing company. Things seemed great.
I don't really have any prompts, but if you look up the Jamilton tag on @midnigtartist's blog, you might get a few ideas! Aimee is complete Jamilton trash, loves the heck outta them
I did just that! The prompt/feeling I got from that is “Jefferson actually likes kids and takes care of Philip for a day when Hamilton loses track of him, causing Hamilton’s entire view of Jefferson as a person to shift”
@midnigtartist Happy birthday! I was already writing this before I learned it was your birthday, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! You’re art is great! Also, I sent you an ask about this but severely underestimated the size of your inbox. If/when you see the anon that sounds suspiciously like this post, feel free to ignore it!
As much as he’d like it to be the case,
Thomas did not at first recognize the kid loitering around the
office. He did however, recognize that the kid couldn’t be more than
10 years old, if that- and was therefore too young to be standing
around anywhere, never mind outside the ‘Washington and Associates’
It wasn’t quite time to pack up, but
Thomas figured this was more important. Plus, no one else was dealing
with it, or even noticing. He saved his work, and stood up.
“Leaving early?” James poked his
head up, at Thomas’ movement.
“There’s a kid hanging around
outside, it’s distracting,” Thomas explained. James peeked out the
window, furrowed his brows, and nodded.
“Don’t take too long,” James
reminded, turning back to his work. Thomas rolled his eyes and
nodded, even though he knew James’ attention was already back to his
The kid jumped when Thomas opened the
door, immediately turning around and looking down as if he just
happened to be standing there. It wasn’t very convincing.
“Hi,” Thomas pitched his voice,
warmer and completely devoid of his usual sarcastic drawl. “You’ve
been standing out here for a while, is there anything I can help you
with?” Up close, the kid was even smaller. The parents had better
be nearby, or Thomas would be having words.
“Uhh,” The kid’s head bobbed up,
then straight down, his mass of curls hiding his face. Thomas felt
his heart thaw, just a bit- the kid was just shy. Which was fair,
given Thomas was a tall, mysterious stranger. Even adults tended to
be intimidated. Thomas leaned down, dropping to the kid’s level.
“That’s okay,” Thomas tried to put
the kid at ease. “Could you tell me where your parents are, so we
can find them?”
“Umm,” The kid started again, but
this time he brushed his hair behind an ear and glanced up to Thomas’
chin. “Mom’s at her home, I’m s'posed to be with Dad this week, and
he’s s'posed to be here. I think.” He nervously glanced up at the
building. “There’s only one Washington law place, right?”
Ah, a divorced kid. “Yes, as far as
I’m aware, this is the only Washington law place,” Thomas didn’t
want to correct the kid and possibly confuse him. Still, he couldn’t
stop an amused smile at the term ‘law place’. “Can you tell me your
The kid froze, paling instantly. “U-uh,
it’s my Dad, um…” He started shaking. Crap.
Thomas thought quickly. “It’s okay,
it’s okay!” He smiled wide, waving his hand in what he hoped was
more comforting than dismissive, though he used it in the latter
sense far more often. “Could you tell me your name, instead?”
“Oh!”, the kid grinned. “My
name’s Philip Hamilton! I’m 8 years old!” Thomas nearly flinched.
There was only one Hamilton who worked at Washington’s, and there was
no way this was a coincidence. He should have guessed- Hamilton’s
divorce was well known in lawyer circles, and now that he was looking
for it, the kid’s face bore some resemblance. Standing in front of
Thomas was his biggest work rival’s son.
There wasn’t anything for it, though.
Thomas was hardly going to just leave the kid out here. “Nice to
meet you, Philip. I work with your Dad. My name’s Thomas Jefferson.”
Philip’s eyes lit up in recognition.
Thomas had just enough time to worry about what exactly the kid was
recognizing. “Jefferson? Dad mentions you all the time! He says
you’re really distracting!”
Distracting, huh? Not 'evil’, not
'idiotic’; nor any of the other insults Hamilton would shout to his
face? Not even 'bad man’, if he wanted to soften it to his kid?
Thomas itched to ply Philip for answers, for what Hamilton really
thought; but it was the middle of winter and now was not the time.
“How about we wait inside for your
Dad, and you tell me what you’re doing out here?” Thomas spoke
cautiously, not sure how Philip would react to being asked to go
somewhere with a relative stranger.
Strangely though, Philip’s shyness went
straight out the window after his introduction. “Oh! That’s because
Dad promised me this time, for real promised, that he’d get off work
on time and take me to see a movie! I wanted to make sure he really
would, so I looked up 'Washington law’ on google and bussed here all
by myself!” Thomas led the way to the building as Philip chattered,
small hand immediately latching onto Thomas’ fingers.
“That’s very cool!” Thomas
enthused, opening the door and immediately shooting a glare at every
person who stared. “Now, your Dad’s out now, the boss sent him to
the courthouse to drop something off, but we can wait for him,
Philip beamed. “Alright! This place
looks even cooler than I thought!” He was so enthusiastic, that
Thomas couldn’t help but smile back. Hamilton would still be getting
an earful, being so unreliable that his 8 year old child felt the
need to escape his babysitter and bus through the middle of town to
check up on him. Hell, did he even have a babysitter?
Thomas’ work was left, forgotten on his
desk. James would clean up for him, this was more important. “What
do you say to meeting your Dad’s boss?” He needed to at least
explain the situation, after all.
“Mr. Washington? Yeah! Dad says he’s
too nosy, and Mom says he’s basically like my second grandpa, even
though I’ve never met him before.”
Thomas couldn’t stop the chuckle if he
tried. “Did he? You’ll have to tell me more, later.” He joked,
but Philip nodded anyways. This was far better than finishing his
Alex was determined to keep his
promise, for real this time. He was not staying late, and if
possible, he would even be home early. Washington owed it to him, for
all that free overtime.
Unfortunately, all the owing in the
world meant nothing when Washington ordered him to take some
important documents to the courthouse, a good half hour away, when
the day was nearly over. Alex could never say no to a direct request
like that, even if Washington probably would have relented if he
explained his circumstances.
No, he could do this and still be out
on time, if he drove straight to Philip’s school, instead of back to
the firm, first. Alex did so, driving as fast as he reasonably could.
Only, when he did that, Philip had
already left, instead of waiting for him. In fact, he had left for
the washroom in the last hour of class, and never returned, according
to the teacher. Alex barely spared the time to chew them out for not
keeping a better headcount, and then he was running off to his car
and to home.
Philip wasn’t at home either. Alex
started panicking in earnest. He could be anywhere, but why would he?
Philip was so excited about going to see the movie, he wouldn’t have
just run off today of all days, would he? But he alternative- if
Philip hadn’t purposefully run off himself- was far worse. Alex
started by doing circles of the neighbourhood, then the local parks.
Alex was focused; so focused that his
phone remained in his pocket, battery dead before he’d even realized
Philip was missing.
It must have been hours later, the sun
starting to set, when Alex finally gave up. He had panicked somewhere
early down the line, and never quite stopped. His limbs were shaking.
Alex had lost his son.
He didn’t want to even think about the
phone call he would have to make to Eliza. But first, he’d check the
house again, just in case. Alex wasn’t holding out much hope at this
Alex was just stressed enough to miss
the strange car behind his in the driveway. He was not, however, too
stressed to notice two people sitting in his living room.
“Hamilton, about time!” Jefferson
waved his arms enthusiastically, though something sharp glinted in
his eyes. Alex’s brain stuttered for a moment at the sight of his
coworker/rival relaxing in his home, but then Philip was bounding
into his arms.
“Dad! Where the heck where you? Mr.
Jefferson’s called you like, a million times!”
“Wha- Philip, where have you
been? You weren’t at school, the teachers told me you disappeared,
you weren’t at home, I’ve been worried sick, looking for you!”
Harsh, panicked words spilled from Alex’s mouth, even as he seized
his son in a fierce hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,”
Philip hugged back tight, voice suddenly subdued and guilty. “I
just wanted to find you at work, so you’d actually go on time.”
Alex loosened his hug so that he could
face Philip directly. “Wait, you what-?” Alex cut himself off,
remembering the other person in the room. “Jefferson, why the
fu-heck are you here?” Philip’s head poked up at Alex’s accusatory
tone, brows furrowing in confusion.
“Nice save,” Jefferson smirked,
always as irritating as possible. “Also, is that really the way you
want to be speaking to the guy who’s been watching your kid all
evening? When I could have been doing anything else with my time?”
There was no reason for Jefferson to be
lying. In fact, that answer made the most sense, given that Jefferson
had literally been in his home, watching Philip, when Alex got in
there. Still though, this was Jefferson. Instinctive denial surged in
his chest. “Excuse me-”
“I’m sorry!” Philip shouted again,
lip trembling. He wasn’t looking at Alex though, instead facing
Jefferson. “I didn’t mean to waste your day!”
Alex’s blood ran cold. That was exactly
the opening one could never make to Jefferson- he could never hold
back his infuriating sarcastic comments. He was going open his mouth
and spout some negative bullshit that would make Philip cry, because
Jefferson was an asshole who didn’t have any kids and probably hated
Jefferson did open his mouth, but his
eyes were suddenly wide, with surprise and maybe guilt- something
Alex had never seen him wear. He scrambled off the couch. “No no, I
didn’t mean that, Philip! You’ve been great fun!” Jefferson
assured, stepping over to crouch in front of Philip.
Philip looked up at him cautiously.
Alex held his breath, completely taken aback. “Really?”, Philip
whispered, and Alex could hear the tiny smile working its way into
“Of course!” Jefferson reached a
hand over to ruffle his hair. “I got to read all your poems, and
you got to hear all about the silly things your Dad does at work!
It’s just that your Dad’s back now, so I should probable get going.”
He gave Philip a wide grin, full of warmth and life.
Alex wasn’t sure he’d ever seen
Jefferson with a smile like that. It did something to his stomach
that he’d rather not analyze.
“No! You gotta stay for supper! We
can’t do the movie anymore anyways, right Dad!” Philip bounced
back, both emotionally and literally, on the balls of his feet.
Alex opened his mouth, searching for an
excuse that wouldn’t upset Philip. Then, he glanced over to
Jefferson. He was fidgeting, glancing away awkwardly. With a start,
Alex realized he must have actually had fun. Somehow, Jefferson was
actually really good with kids, if Philip’s excitement meant
anything; and now he was standing there, in Alex’s house, looking
more awkward and vulnerable than Alex had ever seen him.
“Yeah… yeah, he can stay. If he
wants to.” Alex didn’t even want to guess what his face looked like
right now. He wasn’t even sure what his feelings looked like right
now. It was all a mess of exposed wires, his entire worldview turned
on its head.
Jefferson flinched in surprise for a
moment, eyes snapping to Alex. Then, he gauged Alex’s pure, undiluted
confusion, and a smile slowly took his face, one that more closely
resembled the teasing smirks Alex was used to. Now though, it seemed
just a little less aggressive than Alex remembered.
“I suppose I can stay and tell your
Dad all about how you skipped your last class, looked up his
workplace online, and then bussed there all by yourself without
telling anybody.” Jefferson shrugged, nonchalant.
“What! Mr. Jefferson, no!” Philip
whined, even as he smiled broadly. “I’m gonna get grounded!”
Jefferson laughed. “Well, whose fault
is that? You’re a little troublemaker!”
Philip spouted denials in between
giggles. Alex felt his paradigm shift further off axis. “I guess
I’ll get started,” Alex said, quiet and distant. He stood up and
edged his way to the kitchen. Jefferson and Philip continued to chat
in his hallway.
Somewhere between numb and completely
unsure of himself, Alex turned the oven on and got out a frozen
pizza. He took as much time as he could retrieving the round pan and
opening the pizza box. Replaying in his mind was the smile Jefferson
had made at Philip. His stomach flipped again.
“Hey,” Jefferson’s voice was calm
and subdued, but made Alex jump a foot anyways. “I put the TV on
for Philip.” He was right behind Alex, nearly crowding him into the
counter. “I assume you want to know what’s been going on? No one’s
been on the same page today.”
Alex swallowed. It wasn’t the first
time Jefferson had crowded him, Alex had realized over time that it
was more a matter of not knowing about personal space, rather than an
active bid at intimidation. It was also overwhelming, especially now.
“Uh,” Alex started, horrified at the squeak his voice made. “I
Jefferson smirked- how could he not?-
but relented, backing up a step. “It really wasn’t all that crazy.
The kid showed up in the last hour of work, and no one else would do
it, so I watched him. Tried to call your phone, I’m assuming it’s
dead.” Alex dug into his pocket, pulling out a very dead phone. He
paled. “No, it’s fine, it’s done.” Jefferson waved his hand
dismissively. “I didn’t- I mean, it wasn’t awful.”
Alex paused at Jefferson’s stutter. His
ears were pink. Adorable, Alex thought, then shook it from his mind.
“Thank you,” he said instead.
“Uhhh,” Jefferson’s ears turned
pinker. “No offense, but that sounds so weird coming from you.”
Suddenly, he started laughing. “And I just said 'no offense’, which
is even weirder!”
Alex snorted. Giggles stumbled their
way between his lips, turning into chuckles, then full blown
laughter. “Oh my God,” Alex wheezed, “This is so weird!”
Jefferson was howling right beside him.
“I know, right?!”
Their laughs petered off, save for a
quiet snicker from the distance. Both their heads whipped around-
Philip peeked from the doorway. “Dad hasn’t laughed like that in
ages,” He said knowingly. “You guys should hang out more. Hey,
can Mr. Jefferson come with us to the movie, next time?”
Alex flushed, his mind stumbling to a
stop, not sure if it was from the sheer audacity of the question, or
how the idea of going out with Jefferson sounded too much like a
date. His only saving grace was that it was probably the last thing
Jefferson wanted, anyways. It didn’t matter that the sight of him
being so nice to Philip did things to Alex’s heart.
“That sounds nice. If your Dad
agrees.” Jefferson gave Philip an indulgent smile, then turned to
Alex, question standing. A quiet blush graced his cheekbones as
well. He looked so much more attractive- cute, Alex’s brain supplied-
when it was open like this. Usually, Jefferson’s appearance was the
only attractive thing about him. Alex realized suddenly that he was
gone- had been gone the moment Jefferson had revealed a side of
himself that wasn’t pure opposition to everything Alex stood for.
“Alright,” Alex agreed. He needed
to see where this was going. He was going to figure Jefferson out, or