A/N: Sorry about the stall in updates, just a case of minor writers block but also other stories to write. Please check out my profile to see what other stories I've been up to lately.
James Madison smiled, he was walking down the street in lockstep with his new found friend, Thomas Jefferson. They had just finished a delightful morning at his favorite coffee shop and were continuing their conversation on the walk to central park.
"You know, when I was in France I visited so many wonderful places…" Thomas rattled on, James was listening, or at least trying to, but he mind kept wandering to the fact that he was in such close proximity to Thomas. Their hands were just barely touching and all James' heart wanted to do was reach out and hold it.
"...Don't you think that would be wonderful?" Thomas finished, he looked to James for a response. James snapped back to reality fluttering his eyes from a daze.
"Err. Sorry what were you saying I uh..." James stuttered, he was blushing hard but was glad that no one could see it under his skin. Thomas smiled, he liked it when he James got all nervous, it was so cute. "Well," he answered, "I was just thinking about how wonderful it would be if you and I went to France sometime together." He was gazing off into the distance clutching his maroon backpack.
"Oh Thomas!" James playfully punched his arm, "Of course that would be wonderful! Believe me, I'd run off to France with you any time. (If it weren't for school and life and stuff like that I mean)" James got quieter again. As the two passed by some people arguing with each other a bit of the hard truth settled in. Fantasies were still fantasies.
They came to a more peaceful area of the park and sat down on the grass. James scanned his new friend, he had fluffy dark brown hair, his green eyes always glittered in the sun, and he seemed to always wear some sort of purple. "Do you like purple?" He asked, not trying to be weird or nosy. Thomas smiled and looked down at what he was wearing, a purple shirt, purple hoodie, purple socks and shoes, and even dark purple jeans. "Haha, yes that. Well you see, in the South where I come from my father owns a plantation, we grow mostly cotton and tobacco but a good amount of indigo as well. Hence all the clothes my mother makes or buys me have some indigo in them to support the business," He looked around for a moment, remembering, "For a while I just wore shades of turquoise but I never liked it too green so my mom found some dyes and stuff to make it more purple and I loved it." Thomas concluded.
"I love y-" James caught himself, "I mean I love it too, purple looks very er nice on you."
It was getting to be very hot so the two walked back to the bus stop to go to James' apartment.