When Thomas Jefferson was young, he always dreamed he'd fall for a gentleman.
That was why, when he met James Madison, he fell head over heels.
They first met on the train. It had been a long day at school. For Thomas, it was too many people needed his help. For James, it was not enough people needed his help.
It's not that either of them wanted to play hero. Thomas hated putting up with people's shit. James loved helping people sort out their problems.
So when Thomas sauntered up to James on the train, the seated boy immediately stood.
"Would you like my seat?" He asked, a friendly smile on his face.
"Sure. Thanks." Thomas sat, a little creeped out by this guy. He was genuinly happy to give up his seat? He was probably going to ask Thomas for heroin later.
When he knew the other boy wasn't looking, he stared at him. Damn, he was attractive. He was a huge guy, with big broad shoulders and a slightly hulking appearance. Thomas smiled as the guy caught a young boy who fell when the train jolted.
James was well aware of the teenage boy staring at him. He made a mental note that if he was still staring in a minute, he would ask what was wrong. That was, until he noticed something. When he glanced at the skinny boy sitting down, he noticed that the tag had come out of his shirt.
"Hey, your tag's out of your shirt." He told the teen.
The boy looked confused for a second, but then snapped his fingers in realisation. He adjusted the tag.
"Thanks. My name's Thomas." Thomas held out a hand. A thick southern accent coated his voice.
"I'm James." James shook his hand firmly, grinning.
"So, do you regularly give up train seats and save children from falling flat on their faces?" Thomas asked.
James' smile faltered for a split second, then reappeared as he realised it was a joke. He laughed lightly. "Yes. Why wouldn't I?"
"'Cause most people don' deserve help." Thomas replied bluntly.
James nodded. "People will be people."
"You religious?" Thomas smirked at James.
"No. Why would it matter?" James furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well, usually religious people say stuff like that, y'know?" Thomas reasoned.
James nodded.
The two boys were silent for a while after that.
As Thomas sat and James stood in silence, rocking to the shudder of the train, Thomas felt himself beginning to like this other guy. He immediately reassured himself that he would never have a chance with this guy.
Little did he know, but James had thoughts along the same lines. Sure this incredibly attractive guy didn't seem particularly nice, but he was realistic. If James knew what he wanted in life, it was definitely someone he could banter with.
And when they got off at the same train station and got onto the same bus, their emotions simply came stronger.
But it wasn't spoken of. Neither of them questioned when James came and stood next to Thomas (after ensuring that an old lady got on the bus safely). It just happened.
But kindness comes with pain.
It was on the news. Thomas had arrived home from school, ate some Mac 'N' Cheese, then flicked through TV channels.
