Thomas had spent the night that night. We had slept on the couch in each other's arms. Well, Thomas slept, I didn't. I just lied there, taking in the moment.

And now, it was about 5:45 and I pull away from him, standing.

I hear him groan. "Warm... Where'd you go?" He asks, his voice tired. I chuckle.

"I gotta make coffee and freshen up. I'll come back once I'm finished. And you'll thank me, I've got really bad morning breath." I say, smiling.

"You sure you don't just have bad breath, all the time?" I hear him mutter just loud enough for me to hear.

"Hey!"

"What? I didn't say anything!" He says, not opening his eyes.

"Whatever." I say, rolling my eyes.

I go over to my coffee maker and start making coffee.

"You want some?" I ask. He rolls over on his side, his back to me. I see him nod. I chuckle, seeing his shirt riding up a small bit so I could see his lower back.

I shake my head and get the coffee pot once its done. I pour two glasses.

"How do you like your coffee?" I ask him.

"Black." (I don't know how he really likes his coffee... So...)

I nod and pour him a cup, walking over and tapping his shoulder.

"Good morning, sleepy-head." I say, handing him the warm cup. I turn around and head back to the kitchen. I hear Thomas take a sip but he stops, recoiling at the temperature. "Careful, its hot." I say, chuckling.

"Yeah, you think?" He asks.

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I walk into my bathroom and grab my toothbrush, putting toothpaste on it and brushing my teeth. 

Thomas walks down the hallway, seeing me.

"Um... Somebody's at the door." He says, pointing to the other room.

My eyes go wide and my heart rate increases. I sigh and spit, rinsing off my toothbrush. I slowly walk to the door and look through the peek-hole, seeing my worst nightmare.

PJ.

I sigh and open the door, letting him in.

He sees Thomas and looks at me. "You already with someone?" He asks, coldly.

I'm suddenly unable to speak. My voice vanishes and all I produce are tiny squeaks.

"No, I'm a friend that's helping him get over you, asshole." Thomas says, crossing his arms. (I know Thomas doesn't curse but... Still... It makes the story cool.)

PJ turns and looks at him. I furrow my eyebrows in concern when he starts walking towards Thomas. PJ grabs a handful of Thomas's collar and pushes him against the wall.

"Watch what you say about me, faggot." He growls. Thomas doesn't look scared, even though PJ was at least two times his size. PJ could take him down easily.

"PJ, don't..." I threaten, clenching my fists.

PJ let's go of Thomas and turns to me.

"And what are you gonna do about it, huh? Break up with me again?" He asks.

"PJ, just get your stuff and leave." I say, closing my eyes and clenching the bridge of my nose.

I hear PJ huff and stomp into the other room. I look around and see him nowhere. I hurry over to Thomas and cup his face.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" I ask, looking him over.

He grabs my wrist lightly, his touch soft. "Don't worry. I'm okay." I smile and hug him.

I walk to the kitchen and grab a trash bag, walking into the room that PJ was in and throwing it at him. "You'll need this." I say, coldly. I walk away, ignoring the cold stare he was giving me.

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A few minutes later, PJ walks out with two bags of his belongings. I slam the door once he leaves and I fall onto the couch. Thomas crouches beside me and runs a hand through my hair.

"Are you okay?" He asks after a small while of silence. I sigh and shake my head, turning on my side, away from him.

"Jamie..." He says, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I shake my head and try to blink away the tears that were in my eyes.

He pulls my shoulder and makes me look at him. But instead of saying anything, he takes me in his arms. I wrap my arms around him and sob into his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry..." He says, kissing my head. I shake my head and let go of him, sitting up. I wipe my eyes.

"He's gone now... Everything's okay. I'm good. And knowing him, I will never see him again." I say, looking at him. He smiles slightly and I smile sadly back.

He puts a finger under my chin and brings my face to his. We share a small and tender kiss and before I know it, its over. He brings his face from mine and looks at me, smiling.

But I bring him to me and connect our lips, pulling him onto the couch and wrapping my arms around his neck.