A/N: I would like to thank GingerSprinkles and SteamPunk Wilson for supporting the story so far! I'm glad you're enjoying.

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Reply: I'm sorry! This chapters Angst too... and quite bad angst. Like, hospitalization. I'm sorry guys! It'll get better! I promise!

Thomas' P.O.V

Why is he kissing you!?

What are you doing?!

James, what is he doing?!

James, what happened?!

WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM BACK!?

I can't move. Why can't I move? Why can't I stop looking? Why can't I look away from the infuriating sight? What it this feeling? Deep down inside of me, there's something I'm feeling. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate him. I hate Samuel.

I'm jealous.

I'm so so so jealous.

I want him. I want Madison. I want James.

I want my best friend...

I'm stupid.

I'm stupid and gay.

I...

I hate this. So much.

Third Person P.O.V

Madison shoved Seabury off of him. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Um, kissing you?" Samuel looked confused. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"No! What the-"

"Then why did you kiss back!? Why did you let me kiss you long enough, for you to kiss back?" Samuel asked, raising an eyebrow, holding onto the sides of both of James' arms.

James looked away, spotting Jefferson, his glasses on the edge of his nose, his jaw wide open. "Sam, I just... I..." He kept his eyes on Thomas.

Thomas finally came to his senses, standing from his seat. Lafayette came running over to him, "Thomas! What ze 'ell 'appened!?" He looked concerned.

"Just leave it, Laf. I've gotta go!" He left the room quickly.

"But Thomas! You drove 'ere! It's dangerous!" Lafayette went to leave too, running after his friend.

"Laf..." Hercules grabbed his wrist, "you've got to let him go."

Lafayette stared at Hercules, "I can't! 'E'll end up in a car crash!"

It was to late, the car had started outside, they could hear it.

"Thomas!" James raced to the front door, watching Jefferson wipe his cheek, "don't go! Come back!" He ran right to the car as it took off. As the car pulled off he could hear Thomas' crying.

"I realised to late! I never did anything! Why didn't I do anything..."

The screaming.

Oh god, the screaming.

The tired skidded as Thomas slammed his foot on the breaks as the black car smashed into the side of his. His red car flipped to the side, Thomas was launched forward, his seatbelt stopping him from slamming his head into the steering wheel. His glasses cracked, the rim snapped them in half. The car landed on it's side, the passenger seat came loose, falling and crushing his leg. Thomas screamed, he could feel the bone snapping, being crushed. His vision went blurry. He could hear people shouting, especially his name. "JEFFERSON! THOMAS!" People were yelling. Everything was going dark. "STAY WITH US! I'VE CALLED AN AMBULANCE! DON'T LEAVE!" He knew that voice, at first he thought Lafayette, but there was no French accent. It was a little southern. He knew the voice, he was sure. Then it struck him. "THOMAS!"

"James?" He whispered, he could feel someone dragging him out the car. A bloodcurdling scream filled the night as Jefferson felt the pain sear through his leg.

"Thomas!"

"That's me..." Thomas murmured.

Then it all went dark...

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I'm so sorry. I really am. But I FUCKIN LOVE angst. I promise, it will get better. Fluff to come. 3