Be Mine?

What'd I Miss?

Hey! I'm the author. My name is Ashlee but just call me Ash. Before I write anything, please know that there is a trigger warning. They will be announced at the beginning of the chapters that have them. The type of trigger will be said just in case you were phased by only that one thing. I hope you like the book! Don't hate please, I'm already a piece of shit like T. Jeffs over here.

Tommy: HEY!

\\James POV\\
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I walked into the classroom, books in hand, getting ready to sit alone in the back. Mr. Washington had just recently announced that there would be a student returning from a very long vacation. The tall figured stood, back towards us students. He had black, thick, curly hair that was bigger than my future. He wore a long purple jacket and had a fake cane in his hand.

"So what'd I miss?" I gasped, tears forming in my eyes as he turned around. Thomas Jefferson, my Tommy, was standing just at the front of the room. I sprinted towards him, coughing every few steps. Alexander had tripped me while I was running but I didn't care. My Thomas was home. I quickly jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso.

"Where have you been?" I asked quietly, crying into his chest.

"Uhh, France..?" He said, knowing he'd told me already. It was a rhetorical question, but he didn't know that. He pulled me tighter, and I cried even harder. God, I missed him. Thomas is all I have. He's all I ever had. And he's finally back after an entire 2 years. He finally came back.

"God, I missed you so much, Tommy," I said, crying into his shoulder now. He chuckled to himself, running his fingers through my short hair.

"Ahem! Can you two do that on your own time? I have a class to teach," Mr. Washington said, not caring that the only person I trusted in my life had finally come home to me.

"Sorry, sir." I coughed as I quickly sat down in my seat. I kept staring at Thomas. When Thomas left, we were both straight. At the end of the first year he left, I came out as gay. I wasn't exactly accepted by everyone but hey, as long as some people don't hate me, I'd consider it a plus. As far as I knew, Thomas was still straight. I continued to stare at him, unaware of him snapping in my face.

"Jemmy, snap out of it. I know I'm damn hot but you should pay attention. Jimmy James, Jemmy! MADISON!" He had practically yelled. Thomas hadn't yelled at me or even raised his voice before. I didn't like loud noises and this had made me jump a bit.

"I-I'm sorry," I replied softly. I was afraid that Thomas would hurt me if I did the wrong thing. I felt a tear roll down my cheek softly, glistening in the light of the room.

\\Thomas POV\\
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I remember leaving James. I remember both of us sobbing uncontrollably. I remember feeling heartbroken when I walked away from him. I remember him turning towards me one last time, not wanting to let go. I remember it all. I remember coming out to my parents to had them disowned me. I remember meeting Lafayette who looked just like me. I remember everyone. I remember everything. I remember wanting to kiss James as soon as he ran towards me. I couldn't let him know I was gay. He'd leave me. He would abandon me.

   "Hey guess what," he said, turning towards me.

   I replied, "hmm?" He leaned into my ear, whispering softly.

   "I'm gay," he said with a wink. He nibbled my earlobe the tiniest bit, enough to send chills down my spine. I wanted to tell him but I didn't. I just smirked at him, turning away. My cheeks felt warm which was unusual. I never blushed. Class was just ending when I turned towards James.

   "We have the same dorm room. And in case you're wondering, I'm gay too," I said with a slight smile. I could see his eyes light up when I smiled. We walked back to our shared dorm, talking the whole time. I opened the door for him and threw my bags to the ground.

   "Thomas, I've missed you so much. My life has been miserable. I've been bullied my Hamilton almost every day. I got into an abusive relationship. His name is James Reynolds. He won't let me break up with him. Thomas please. You have to help me. I'm in dire need of assistance." James had spoken without breathing once until he broke out into a crying, coughing mess. My poor Jemmy has been abused and nobody helped him. My poor Jemmy has been bullied. He told no one? He's been letting people use him for so long. That's all that ever happens. He gets used, and used, and used. I'm so tired of it!

   "James, be my boyfriend. I love you. I have for so long. I was so scared you'd leave me if I told you. I need you as more than a friend. I want you to be my boyfriend. It'll be us against the world. I promise I won't be like James or Hamilton. I promise I'll treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Will you please be my boyfriend?" I said, tears welling in my eyes. He couldn't speak. He just kissed me. He wrapped his arms around my neck, as I grabbed tightly onto his waist. He pulled me closer and slid his fingers through my hair. He grabbed a bunch and pulled it lightly, smirking into my lips. He knew I liked that. He was the only one who knew. We pulled apart, gasping for air. He smiled, grasping my chest for dear life as he lightly mumbled a 'yes' into my chest. I smiled, kissing the top of his head lightly. What a way to start senior year.