~Weird title, I know~

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Third Person

"Hey"

James didn't reply. He had expected that Thomas would leave and let him go home, not sit here and try to talk to him. He pulled his knees to his chest and tried really hard to look at the, rather attractive, male in front of him.

Thomas brought a hand up to wave it in front of James' face, but as soon as he moved James flinched. How hurt was this boy? he slowly put his hand down.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to talk. My name is Thomas Jefferson." James didn't entirely believe him, but he clearly wasn't getting out of this.

"M-My n-name is J-James M-Madison" James replied, shakily.

"There he is! Your voice is really deep and smooth, like..." Thomas thought for  moment, "Chocolate! Like a really deep and sweet chocolate! Like your skin! Wow, sorry, I'm rambling aren't I?" Thomas looked at James sheepishly. James finally was able to look up at Thomas. Did he just compliment him? No one ever complimented him.

"Wow, your cute." Thomas said, nonchalantly, as leaned back on his hands. James didn't know how to respond. No one had ever been nice to him. Then Thomas shows up and gives him two compliments in not even 2 minutes!

"Th-Thank Y-You" Curse his stutter. James was bright red, while Thomas had a light pink dust across his face.

Thomas' face fell as he saw blood running down James' (In his opinion, adorable) face.

"You're bleeding." Thomas slowly reached up and tried to wipe away the blood, but it just smeared across James' face. James, in the other hand, could be less concerned with the blood, and more concerned on how close Thomas was to his face. His hand was still trying to wipe away the blood, but his face was literally inches away from his own. Though impossible, his face grew a deeper crimson. 

"Yeah that's not working. I'm taking you back to my house so we can clean that up, and all your other cuts." Thomas stood up and reached out his hand for James to take. James was shocked.

"Y-You d-don't h-have to do t-that. I-I can g-go h-home." Even the very thought of doing that scared him. Thomas saw the fear flicker through his face and decided not to let him go home just yet.

"Nope. You're coming with me." Thomas stated. Thomas saw that James wasn't moving, so he took matters into his own hands. In one quick motion he swooped down to pick up James, bridal style. James squeaked and tried to get away, but Thomas had a really tight grip on him.

"I-I c-can w-walk you k-know." James mumbled as he put his arms around Thomas' neck, only to make sure he didn't drop him, totally not because he wanted to. Thomas' blush got darker.

"Y-Yeah I know." Thomas stated as he started walking in the direction of his house. He held James closer to his chest and, to his surprise, James snuggled into his chest. James thought Thomas was warm and smelled good so... James noticed how Thomas' heart was beating really fast, but didn't say anything about it.

And just like that they were off to Thomas' house.

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~Sorry for all these chapters in one day. I have the story in a journal and I want to share it before I get lazy, then eventually forget it. :p~