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Text message fic, ah, cringe cringe cringe! Anyways,
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[Unknown Number]

_: Who are you

_: what do you want

_: haven't you taken enough from me already

You: what

_: Stop contacting me

You: you literally messaged me first

_: ...

_: ok

_: its alex

You: yeah what about him

_: no thats me im Alex

You: Wtf was all of that for

You: and also how did you get my number

Spamilton: angelica gave it to us

You: to all of you???

Spamilton: yeahh

You: bruh

Spamilton: I hate that word with a passion

Spamilton: are you ok

You: yeah all good now

Spamilton: pls tell me you're down to come tonight I can't deal with jeffershit

You: hehe

Spamilton: what

Spamilton: what does that mean

Spamilton: no wait pls

Ah, sweet friendship! The others all went along those lines:

_: Hey

You: Hello

_: It's James

_: Madison

You: hi james

Jemmy: is this Y/N

You: yes bingo

Jemmy: how are you feeling

You: not too bad

Jemmy: 👍

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_: Salut

You: hey laf

OuiOui: how did you know

You: french

OuiOui: ah

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_: Hii

_: hi

_: where have you gone :0

You: hey !

_: its John Laurens !

You: hi John Laurens!

John my son: Angelica gave us ur number I hope thats ok

You: ya thats fine!

John my son: okk how are u feeling? And are u coming tonight

John my son: Angelica wants you to come

John my son: Thomas really wants you to come

John my son: Alexander REALLY really wants you to come because Thomas really wants you to come

You: loll im fine, and yeah I'll be there

John: Great! I'll let them know :D

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_: Ayo

You: ...

You: 🐴❤️?

Brony...: WHAT THE FUCK

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_: hey, its Burr ! Just checking in, Angelica gave us your number.

_: How are you? Hope to see you tonight

You: im better now! Thanks burr :) and yeah I'll be there!

SIRRR: great 👍

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Angie: hey

Angie: hello

Angie: hey

Angie: where are you

Angie: are u home

Angie: why'd you run off

Angie: Y/N

Angie: Y/N L/N

Angie: you better not have fallen and died or something

Angie: did you seriously run home

Angie: we couldve driven you

Angie: Eliza's coming to check on you

You: Im here sorry i took a nap

Angie: you literally never take naps

You: what if i was just super tired today

Angie: ..

You: ( ˘ ³˘)❤

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Peggyy: Hey

Peggyy: hey hey

Peggyy: where are you

Peggyy: Bruh

Peggyy: where did you go

Peggyy: Angies worried

You: heyy

Peggy: damn took you long enough

Peggy: where did you go what happened

You: sorry i had updog

Peggy: I literally hate you so fucking much

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_: Hey beautiful

You: blocking you

_: NO IM JK

_: its Thomas

You: i figured

You: what's up

Jeffersnot: just checking in

Jeffersnot: sorry about the arm thing angel

You: all good :) im fine dw

Jeffersnot: yeah u fine ;)

You: there is something wrong with you

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Speak of the devil.

"Leave the house, Y/N. Go frequent with society, Y/N. Take a walk, Y/N."

And look where that got you. You stared warily as the tall, curly-haired man slid into the chair in front of you, and flashed you a pearly smile.

"Hey, sweetheart. Fancy seeing you here."

You sighed. "Hey, Jefferson."

The door of the cafe you were in chimed, and you turned to look behind you. Thomas grinned.

"Hey, Jemmy!"

You waved at James Madison.

James Madison waved back. Behind you, Thomas was gesturing animatedly for him to leave. He mimed shooting a basketball into the hoop, and pointed at you.

James left with a long-suffering sigh, but not before giving you a sympathetic shrug of his shoulders, leaving you confused as you turned back.

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As you left to the counter to go order your drink of choice, you look behind you, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

"I'll have whatever the lovely lady's having."

"I'm sorry about that. Make that 2, please? Just use sewage for the second one."

"I heard that!"

When you received your orders, before you could react, Jefferson stepped up to the cashier, card in hand.

"Oh no it's okay, I can-"

"Nah. Don't worry about it, sweetheart. It's the least I can do."

As you sipped your respective drinks, Thomas looked up to see you gazing at him intently, absentmindedly stirring your cup.

"You're staring, darling. Not that I mind."

"Man, shut up. I was just wondering. What do you mean it's the least you can do?"

He brushed a stray curl out of his face. "Oh, well, that thing on the stairs after class. I wanted to make it up to you. You sure you're alright, by the way?"

For a split second, your eyes widened and your face flushed. He cared enough to make up for something so little? Then again, it probably did seem pretty bad when you ran off all tense and clammy, with trembling hands, and a dismissive heart.

"... Ah, I see. Yeah, I'm all good. Thanks for the concern though!"

He still looked unconvinced, so you raised your arm.

"Hey, I'm serious. Look at this perfect range of movement. I'm in my prime."

He cracked a smile, then squinted at your wrist, frowning.

"Why are you bandaged? I thought it was just a bruise."

You snorted. "Do you have... impenetrable skin or something? Some of us actually get scraped up when we fall, believe it or not."

"Yeah babe, you wanna test that out?"

"What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?"

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"That was pretty good, darlin'. You've got good taste. How about we make this a regular thing? Not just for the drinks, of course."

"If the opportunity arises." You replied dryly. Your shoe scuffed on the pavement as you absentmindedly kicked a pebble while you walked.

"Where's James?"

"Dunno. Probably at the library. That guy never leaves."

"He's into reading?"

Thomas shrugged. "He's into reading. And Aaron Burr, apparently."

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"Hey, Y/N. Hey, Thomas. How was your date? Sorry for... whatever he did."

"Come on, man. At least pretend to trust me a bit."

"I do trust you. I trust you to be bothersome and untrustworthy."

You laughed, opened your mouth to respond, and then closed it again and glared at him. "It's not-"

Thomas cut you off with a hearty chuckle.

Cute, he thought.

"It wasn't so bad, actually. I didn't mind." You mused finally, and Thomas clapped his friend on the shoulder.

"You see?"

James coughed. "That's what they all say. Every time."

What they ALL say, huh?

You shot him a look. As if knowing what you'd think, Thomas turned to you and opened his mouth to interject.

Before he is, you glanced away to pretend to check the time. "We should probably head over now. James, you coming?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "I'll come."

"Great!"

Behind you Thomas leaned over to his friend. "What did you have to do that for?" He hissed.

James blinked at him. "Do what?"

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Why did he feel so different? Why was he the one who was tripping over his own feet to make a good impression?

Relax, buddy. You just met.

He just felt guilty for causing you so much pain, that was all. Even if it was just an accident. And even if he couldn't help but hear the faint chime of alarm bells when he noticed how quietly stiff you got when he mentioned it.

What he was sure of was that you were very, very attractive, he was very, very interested in you.

He remembered the way your eyes widened inquisitively when he told you that you had left some of your drink on your chin, and the way you rushed to reassure him when he was upset about your injury. How cute you were you got frustrated when you tried to  process and reciprocate everything James said at once, how witty and carefully reserved you seemed to be, always assuming an air that subconsciously drew him in, how...

Oh yes, Thomas had absolutely no objections to getting to know you better.