A/N: I'm sorry.

SteamPunk Wilson: Aww, all the couples are going well. Well maybe not Hamilton, if he's being a j*** still, but the main ones seem to be doing pretty nicely :)

Reply: Umm... yes. Sure. Angst.

Time Skip! (2 months later)

Thomas sighed, finally back from his tiresome day at work. He made some toast and slapped Nutella on, immediately taking a bite. Thomas whistled a soft, meaningless tune, tossing his jacket onto the couch. Jefferson knew there was nothing planned for that night, so proceeded with changing into comfy clothes. Jeans and a crop top, cool. There was a washing basket in the corner of the room, filled with mostly James' stuff. Thomas tossed his work clothes in the general direction of the basket with a sigh. He then scanned the bookshelves, eventually deciding on The Hate U Give for the tenth time. Jefferson opened to the first page, reading intently.

"Starr's such a badass..." Thomas mumbled under his breath, flicking to the next page.

He heard the front door open, and called out. "Kitten? Is that you?"

"Yes!" Thomas placed a piece of paper in his page, leaping up from the bed. He scattered to James, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Hi."

"Hello, Kitten!" He enveloped Madison in a tight bear hug, smiling.

"You got changed?" James grinned, pulling away from the hug.

Thomas nodded, grabbing his boyfriends hand and dragging him into the living room. "I love you..." He whispered.

"I love you too, but I'm going to get changed!" James took off his jacket, picking up Jefferson's with a sigh too. "Hang your jacket up next time, Teddy Bear."

They two had already had many discussions about tidyness. James was found it important that it was tidy. Clothes went in the washing basket, jackets were hung up. It wasn't super important, he just hated seeing clothes thrown around the room.

James walked into their shared room, taking one look at the clothes on the floor and sighing. "Thomas!" He yelled.

"Yes?"

"Come here please!" James was determined to stay calm. Thomas hobbled into the bedroom tiredly. Madison pointed at the pile of clothes by the washing basket on the floor silently.

Thomas bit his lip. "Umm... sorry?"

"Thomas!" James sighed, "we've talked about this!"

"Calm down, Kitten! It's just clothes!" Thomas sat on the bed. "Honestly." He mumbled under his breath.

"Excuse me!" James curled his toes. "It may just be clothes, but they're dumped right by the basket!"

"Why do we need a basket!? Why does this matter, James!" Thomas exclaimed, making big hand gestures.

"Because it's tidy!" Madison kicked the ground. "And you left them right NEXT to the basket!"

Thomas threw his hands in the air, "they're going in the wash soon anyway! Why do you care so much!"

"It makes me more comfortable when it's tidy! I hate things lying around!" James kicked Thomas' shirt that was lying on the ground.

"It doesn't matter!"

"If you're not prepared to change your habits then we shouldn't be together. You won't change, so this is over." James said it before he even thought. It slipped off his tongue.

Thomas' eyes brimmed with tears. "W-what?" He blubbered.

"I- Thoma-" James couldn't say anything.

Jefferson stood, grabbing his cane. He looked at Madison, pain filling his eyes. "You're right, Madison." And he left.

Thomas shut the front door, taking one step. He didn't have his jacket, and wasn't wearing very weather resistant clothing. Thomas limped away. He couldn't. This was it. Thomas didn't know where he was going, just somewhere.

MacAndCheese: Laf, your address is "insert address*

FrenchFry: Oui, why?

MacAndCheese: Can I come over?

FrenchFry: Why? Oui, but why?

MacAndCheese: I'll tell you all about it when I get there.

FrenchFry: That doesn't sound good.

MacAndCheese: Its James.

FrenchFry: What happened?!

MacAndCheese: I...

MacAndCheese: I think we broke up.

FrenchFry: WHAT

FrenchFry: I told Hercules to get ice cream ready, I have cake too. I'll get everything ready, including Disney films.

MacAndCheese: Thanks...

FrenchFry: My ears will be open.

FrenchFry: Are you walking?

MacAndCheese: yes. I'm on your street.

FrenchFry: I'll come out!

MacAndCheese: yay

Lafayette charged outside, spotting his friend looming quite disheveled. Immediately he wrapped his arms around the slightly taller man. He grabbed the man's hand, dragging him inside, up the stairs to his apartment, opening the door and sitting him on the couch. "Laf? Who'd ya bring in!?"

"Thomas!" Lafayette yelled, seating Jefferson on the sofa.

Hercules made a sound of disgust, walking into the living room, large bucket of ice cream and spoon in hand. "Herc!" Lafayette hissed.

"Wow, you look like hell." Hercules directed his voice towards Thomas, who was shrunk into himself on the couch.

"I swear to god, Herc." Lafayette glared at him. "Just give me the ice cream and go watch a movie on your own."

"But-"

"Go!" He hissed. Mulligan gave Gilbert the ice cream and spoon, scattering from the room.

Lafayette passed them to Jefferson. "Do you like Mint Choclate?"

"Oui..." He said softly, digging the spoon into the ice cream.

"What happened, mon ami?" Lafayette asked, rubbing circles on Thomas' back.

"We had an argument, James and I... over the most stupid thing..." Thomas felt tears brim in his eyes, threatening to spill.

"What was it over, Thomas?" Lafayette watched his good friend eat some ice cream, and frowned.

"The washing basket we have. I'm supposed to put my stuff in there. I didn't, and James got mad." Thomas held back the sobs. "It's my own fault! We've talked about it before, and I still can't get it right!"

Lafayette hushed Thomas softly, "you're okay, it's okay, Tommy..."

All of a sudden Jefferson broke down into heavy sobs, to the point where he was almost bawling into his friends arms. Thomas cried into Lafayette' shoulder, wetting his shirt with his tears. He was murmuring things in between sobs, things that Lafayette could barely make out.

"My nickname!"

"What have I done!?"

"How do I fix this, Laf?!"

"I've ruined it all!"

"I love him, Marie!" Lafayette froze, instead going to play with his friends hair. "I love him..."

"You love 'im, non?" Gilbert continued playing with the man's hair.

"I just said that, Marie..." Thomas looked up, red bloodshot eyes. "I love him so much."

"Well then-"

"Laffy Taffy! I'm going out for about two hours, I'm out with..." Hercules stopped.

Lafayette pressed a friendly kiss to Thomas' temple before standing up and leaving the room. "Love you, Pumpkin." He kissed Hercules sweetly, before waving him as he walked out the door.

Lafayette entered the living room again, seeing Thomas curled up, eating ice cream and crying. "I think, if you love him, it should work out. You need some eh..." Lafayette started thinking of the English word. In times where he has pressure, or is asked to make important decisions, his English gets all mixed up.

"Time?" Thomas whimpered.

"Oui! It's only a matter of time, mon ami!" Lafayette pried the ice cream off of Thomas. "You can stay 'ere tonight if you want."

"You'd let me stay here?" Jefferson looked sad. "What about, Hercules?"

"You're my good friend, he's my boyfriend. If 'e can't deal, fuck 'im." Lafayette smiled.

"Thanks, Marie."

"Now, I'm getting blankets, what Disney movie!?" Lafayette ran his fingers through the man's mess of hair.

"The Lion King?"

"Sure!"

After Hercules was banished to his room he received a text from Madison.

SmallSickBoi: Hey...

INeedNoIntroduction: Hey.

SmallSickBoi: I've made a huge fucking mistake.

INeedNoIntroduction: What have you done? Cause, Thomas is at my house and I want my boyfriend back.

SmallSickBoi: I want mine back too...

INeedNoIntroduction: What have you done.

SmallSickBoi: I may have HYPOTHETICALLY broken up with Thomas.

INeedNoIntroduction: What.

INeedNoIntroduction: WHY

SmallSickBoi: id need to explain in person. meet me in the local cafe?

INeedNoIntroduction: Sure. I'll be there in 5.

SmallSickBoi: Thanks, Hercules.

INeedNoIntroduction: No problem.

"Laffy Taffy!" He called, ""I'm going out for about two hours! I'm out with..." Lafayette came running through.

"Love you, Pumpkin." Lafayette said, pressing a sweet kiss to Mulligan's lips before he left.

8 HERCULES' P.O.V 8 (oof pov change!)

I rushed to Smile More cafe, hoping James wasn't there. I opened the door, hearing the bell ring as it opened. I stood at the front of the counter, and the barista walked over to me. She looked new, as I hadn't seen her before. I checked her name tag, Adrianne.

"Bonjour! What can I get for you today?" She asked with a smile on her face.

"I'll take an Americano, please." I smiled back.

"Name?" She asked, poising her pen over the receipt.

"Hercules."

"Like the Dis-"

"Like the Disney film." She giggled.

"$3.50 please!" I rushed out a 10 dollar bill, that's all I had. (Head cannon; it displays Lin Manuel Miranda.)

Adrianne handed me my change and set about working on my coffee. I chose a seat near the back and by a window, looking up every time the bell went. "Americano for Hercules!" Adrianne called, and I stood as the bell went off.

I took my coffee and saw a petite man standing behind me, "Hey, James." I ordered him a toffee and he thanked me. We sat in the table I'd chose previously.

"Hi, Herc..."

"Right," I took a sip of coffee, "talk to me."

James took a deep breath, staring into his drink. "Okay, Tom- Thomas and I had an argument." He took another breath that came out like a shudder. "I was unreasonably. And... I told him if he's not going to go change some habits, we shouldn't be together anymore." I saw a tear roll down James' cheek and it landed in his coffee.

"James..." I sighed. I forced myself not to say he's stupid. "Do you love him?"

James wiped his eyes, blinking the tears away. "I do... I love him..."

I reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it before dropping it. "Then you can't stay broken up." I watched James look up at me. "Give yourself some space to calm down and think things over." I watched him smile slightly.

"That's good advice."

"I would say you can stay at my place, but knowing Laf he's probably already told Thomas that." I chortled, taking a sip.

"H-he's with Gilbert?" James wiped the coffee dribble off his chin.

"Yeah..." I chugged the rest of my coffee with a sigh. " Do you want a cookie or muffin or something?"

"I'm okay... I'm just gonna go."

"Stay..." I mumbled. "Your companies nice, you're not a honking goose like my other friends." I saw James smile.

"If I'm your friend then buy me a blueberry muffin."

I laughed, and went to buy them.

THIRD P.O.V

Hercules laughed, as the two left the coffee shop. James' face fell at the thought of going back to his apartment. But he had no choice.

"Bye, Mulligan."

"Bye, Madison."

"IN THE JUNGLE! THE MIGHTY JUNGLE!" Lafayette screeched in his strong French accent. Thomas tried to laugh, taking more ice cream, having stollen it back off Lafayette.

"A wimba way a wimba way a wimba way a wimba way a weeeeeee!" Thomas sung back, mouth full of cold mint chocolate.

"Yay!" Lafayette exclaimed, wrapped up in a fluffy red blanket. Thomas smirked, swaying.

The door front door opened and the two froze. "Laffy?"

"Hercules! It's you!" Lafayette launched himself at Hercules. "How are you? How was the coffee?!"

"Okay, what do you want?" Hercules narrowed his eyes, smiling. Thomas looked away, he wanted his relationship back.

"Can Thomas stay over tonight?" He gave puppy eyes, pleading.

"If I said no would you care?" Hercules smirked.

"Nope!" Lafayette giggled, popping the 'p'. Lafayette slung his arms around Hercules' neck. He dragged him down onto the couch, kissing his cheek.

Thomas smiled, biting his lip so he didn't say anything sarcastic or horrible to them. " Thomas?"

Jefferson spun around, Hercules rarely referred to him by first names. "Y-yeah?" He tried to sound confident, but it cake out more like a pathetic whisper.

"How ya doin'?" Hercules winced as Marie-Joseph elbowed him.

"Well..." Thomas looked away, choosing his words carefully. He wasn't going to sound weak. "I've been better." He looked back towards the screen.

(If you haven't seen The Lion King 1. What's it like under your rock? 2. Spoilers!)

Scar and Simba were fighting. They were scratching at each other. They were attacking each other. They were trying to kill each other.

Thomas shuddered, pulling the blanket tighter around him. He was determined to block out the couple behind him. They weren't doing anything wrong, they were just cuddling. Thomas couldn't help but feel jealous. He knew this was horrible. He shouldn't envy them. It was his fault. Lafayette and Hercules were both under one large blanket, cuddled close and smiling. Jefferson focused on the screen, watching the fire rage on. Both in the movie, and himself.

Scar fell off the edge and Thomas grasped a pillow close to himself. He watched Scar' shadow fall as the hyenas ate him alive. Hercules gasped. "Have you never seen this before, Pumpkin?"

Hercules nodded and Lafayette choked. "You've never watched the Lion King?!"

"I've barely watched any Disney movies!"

"We're having a marathon soon." And the two went back to cuddling. Thomas felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

He pulled it out.

Kitten: Are you at Herc and Gilb's?

Thomas just stared at it.

Read at 9:39 PM

Thomas put his phone back in his pocket. The movie ended and Herc went off to bed. "Thomas?"

"Marie?"

"You can make a bed here on the couch if you want." Lafayette smiled.

"Thanks, Marie." He pulled the cover around himself, laying down. Lafayette threw him a couch pillow.

"I know it's not much bu-"

"Its perfect, thanks again. I'll let you go to bed now." Lafayette rose up, walking from the room turning off the light as he went.

"Night, Jeffy."

"Night, Marie."

James looked at his phone, and the message in his drafts.

Kitten: I'm sorry, Thomas. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry... I miss you. You probably won't reply, but that's fine. I just hope you read it. Love you.

Send? Yes/No

No.

He deleted it, wiping away his tears. James lay in the empty bed, it was to cold. Despite being wrapped in blankets and duvet covers, he felt so cold, like the inside of a freezer. With Thomas, he felt as though a furnace had been lit inside of him and he felt warm, fuzzy and happy.

James buried his face into the pillow of their shared bed, wetting it with tears. "I'm sorry..." He cried. James reached out, and grabbed his phone again.

Kitten: I'm sorry.

Send? Yes/No

No.

Once again, James deleted the text. He tossed his phone across the room, face planting back into his pillow. He reached out, wrapping his arms around the white bear named Thomas. James needed the comfort.

This is hell.

Madison thought, crying.

Crying.

Crying.

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Yes, I'm sorry. Very.

Let's just hope they make up :)

Have a great day/night!