Warning: Lots of adorable fluff and Jeffmads being adorable

Year 2019

Thomas Jefferson
Age 22
1st person

I sighed, finished with my packing. I could've left France as soon as I turned 18, but I promised Laf that we'd leave together on his 18th birthday, so I stayed here for another 4 years.

I knocked on Laf's bedroom door, holding my suitcase. "C'mon Laf, we gotta be there in an hour."

"À venir!" The door replied, quickly opening to reveal a Lafayette.
(Coming!)

"You got everything?" I asked, earning a nod in response. I smiled. "Good, now lets go."

~<•>~

I sighed, getting off of the plane. It was a long flight, and I just wanted to flop on a bed, any bed, and pass the fuck out. I had to admit though, it was nice being back in America, even if it wasn't Virginia.

Before we boarded the plane, I texted Jemmy that I was returning to America, and he told me that he was in New York. Something about college or whatever.

So now here I am, exhausted as hell, carrying my 50lb suitcase, with an hyperactive Frenchman trying to run around.

Suddenly, I saw a face I haven't seen in 8 years, yet a face I never would forget. I felt my eyes brimming with tears as he noticed us, smiling his big goofy smile that I missed.

I grabbed Laf's arm and ran towards my best friend, engulfing him in an embrace that knocked us both down to the floor, not that I care.

"Dear god, I missed you so fucking much, Jemmy." I mumbled, tightening the embrace, but careful enough to not harm the small man. "You haven't grown an inch, have you?"

He chuckled. God, I missed his laugh. "I have, it's just not noticeable compared to your tall ass."

"So this is the James you never shut up about?" I heard Laf ask behind us. I parted from the embrace, despite myself wanting to hold him for eternity. I noticed James' face was flushed, either from a cold or from embarrassment, it was hard to tell. I chuckled, nodding, never looking away from James.

I eventually got up from the floor, helping James up. Right next to him, I realized just how short he was. He didn't even reach my shoulder!

I pat his head, bending over dramatically to meet eye to eye. "Tiny Jemmy."

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. He then looked at Laf, and smiled a polite smile, taking his hand out. "You must be Lafayette."

Laf shook James' hand, nodding.

I put my head on top of James' making him go stiff. "Jemmy, I hate to break up the moment, but I'm about to pass out."

He chuckled and pushed me off of him. "Here, I'll take y'all to my apartment. Lucky for y'all, I have a guest room, so one can sleep in there while the other sleeps on the couch." He then mumbled something incoherent as he lead us to his car.

~<•>~

I fumbled face first into James' bed, sleep trying to overtake me.

When we got into the apartment, Laf, James, and I had an argument on who would sleep on the couch. James kept insisting that he sleep on the couch, and let me take his bed, but I kept trying to convince him to let me take the couch, since I was technically intruding anyways. But he wasn't having it.

Don't get me wrong, I love James, with all my heart, but he's way too kind for his own good.

I sighed, sinking further into the bed, throwing the blankets over me, not even bothering to get out of my clothes, letting sleep overtake me.

~<•>~

I'd be lying if I said that the blaring alarm clock woke me up.
I'd be lying if I said the smell of bacon woke me up.
I'd be lying if I said the sun in my eyes woke me up.

No, what woke me up was James, snuggled into my chest, stirring ever so slightly, but not waking. I smirked, knowing for a fact that I didn't fall asleep with Jemmy in my arms, meaning that he must've moved here overnight.

Without a second thought, I kissed Jemmy on the forehead, smiling as I got up, stretching a bit. I looked back at Jemmy to see him sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Why is he so damn cute!?

"Mornin'." I greeted, grabbing a comb and trying (and failing) to tame the mop I call hair.

(Basically me every morning. Curse the curse that is curls. Some people can make their curls look fabulous (*cough* Daveed *cough), but I can't :'D)

I swore I saw Jemmy's face flush, but he probably just has another cold. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

"Uh, m-mornin'..." He muttered so quietly that I barely even caught it.

"I think Laf is makin' breakfast." I said, giving up on taming my mane. I looked back at Jemmy to see him making his bed. I rolled my eyes. "Jem, you just woke up, why are you making your bed?"

He glared at me. "You have met me, right?"

I chuckled, nodding. "Good point."

God, I missed him.

Jeffmads is life, y'all. Also, I've never really written a fluffy chapter like this, and I'm considering on making more chapters like this. My heart is always aflutter after I'm done reading adorable fluff like this, and it seems like it's fluttering with me writing it as well.

Plus, a lot of love songs we're playing while I was writing this chapter, so.... :p