Alexander stands there nervously, glancing around the hallway as he holds the phone to his ear. He takes a deep breath, pausing when the ringing stops abruptly. "Hello, Thomas Jefferson speaking." The southern dialect comes through the speaker, and Alexander can't help but smile slightly hearing the voice of his soulmate. His worries melt away, even if it is just for a second. His eyes soften, and he lets go of a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"Hi Thomas, this is Alexander." He says, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
"Alexander, I think that we need to talk." The response came through, along with all of his worries. "Are you busy right now?"
"No, I'm not. Do you want to meet up?"
"Yes please, can I come over to your house for a bit?"
"Yeah, of course. I'll see you soon?" Alexander asks nervously.
"I'll see you soon." Thomas responds before hanging up.
Alexander rushes to his bedroom and begins to clean up. More accurately, he rushes around his room and tosses sweaters and clothing and any clutter into his closet before shutting the door. He paces the floor nervously, eyes falling on the name on his left wrist. Thomas Jefferson. He can't help the faint yet bitter smile on his face when he sees the name. Their first date, wandering around the mall, came to mind when he reads the name. And oh, the smile the other had on they day that they met. He smiles faintly.
And their arguments, their squabbles came to mind soon after. Arguments they should have resolved sooner so they wouldn't fuck their relationship up too much. He sighs quietly and pauses when he hears the knock on the door. Slightly nervously, he walks down to the door and opens it for the taller boy. Thomas gives a bitter smile as Alexander steps aside, allowing the other to come inside. Thomas removes his shoes and sets them aside before walking up the stairs in silence.
Each step Alexander takes fills him with dread, and he finds his nails digging into the palm of his hand. A hand rests on his shoulder, and Alexander looks up at Thomas now. His eyes display how anxious he truly is, and he can tell that the other is nervous as well. Those dark eyes, the ones that hid Thomas' fears and secrets, did nothing to hid his worries today. They stood at the top of the stairs, in silence, taking in the other's worries and concerns by simply looking in their other half's eyes.
Thomas gently takes his hand and squeezes it reassuringly, walking with the other to his room. They go in and sit on the bed, allowing for the silence to fill the room for a moment longer. "We need to talk about our relationship," Thomas says after a moment, looking down at Alexander. He nods firmly, yet nervously.
"Where do you see us going if we continue arguing like this?" Alexander asks for a moment, and Thomas is silent.
"If I'm honest? I see one of us saying what's on my arm if we continue arguing, and I see us breaking up and never getting together again," he responds, looking down at the other's hand. "I'm sorry if that isn't what you want to hear."
Alexander shakes his head no. "I asked the question, Thomas. I wanted to hear what you really think about this relationship. If I am honest, I agree with you. If we continue like this, we aren't going to last. We're going to break up and leave each other on a bad note. On a really bad note." He says after a moment, taking a deep breath afterwards.
Silence washes over them for a moment. "Alexander, do you love me?" Thomas asks.
"Of course."
"Do you hate me?"
He forces himself to think about the question instead of answering 'no' right away. He loves Thomas. He loves the way he smiles, and how he calls Alexander darlin' in that thick as all hell dialect that Alexander loves. He loves how Thomas will fight tooth and nail to defend his love for macaroni and cheese. However, the other is defensive, and he can't help but hate some of his opinions and how he won't take Alexander's opinions seriously. He is guilty of doing the same thing. He takes a deep breath.
"Not hate, maybe dislike, definitely annoyed."
The silence is no longer comforting. Thomas looks down at the ground, letting go of Alexander's hands. "I love you, Alexander, I don't think that will change, but I get irritated when we argue, and we argue a lot. It borders on unhealthy."
"We need to break up."
"I know."
Silence is the loudest thing in the room, and Alexander finds himself paying attention to the sound of Thomas' breathing. He listens to it, and waits for the other to break the silence.
"Alexander, I want to be with you, but right now is not the time. Setting aside the fact that we are soulmates, I love you, and I want to be with you. We need a break right now."
"We'll try again, right?" Alexander asks rather hesitantly.
"Of course, but we can't right now." He says, gently pulling Alexander close to hug him. Alexander hugs back tightly, forcing the tears back. The two sat there, atop the green bed sheets, embracing each other as well as the silence.
Alexander lost track of time, and he allows his eyes to shut for a moment. He opens them a second later and gently, yet hesitantly, kisses his cheek. Thomas gives Alexander a tight lipped smile and gently kisses his head.
Thomas and Alexander let go after a few minutes, and the taller of the two goes to the door. "I'll see you at school, right?" Thomas asks. Alexander nods silently, waiting for the other to leave and for the door to shut behind him.
Tears begin to fall as soon as the door shuts, and Alexander lets out a sob as he begins to cry.