The next day was mostly classes, so by the time we got back to our dorm we were exhausted! Well, I was exhausted and Thomas still had enough energy left to rant to me about Alexander. I don't know where he gets it from, but wherever it is, I need it.

"I just think it's so funny to see such a small person hold such a big ego. Like, who does he think he is? Donald Trump?! Puh-lease! Hamilton needs to see that he's just as average as anybody else. He isn't that great." Thomas stomps over to the couch and sits down beside me.

"Well, you're not all that average." I mumble under my breath absent-mindedly, not even knowing I had said anything.

"What was that, Jemmy?" I quickly start to panic.

"Uh-um, no-nothing! I said nothing." I mentally sigh with relief as he just shrugs and rolls his eyes.

"Anyway, how was your day?"

"It was okay, aside from Reynolds shoving me into a wall after I agreed with Angelica and said I supported women's rights and telling me that I was just a dumb queer." After I said that, Thomas's eyes were quickly filled with rage.

"What?! You are not dumb! Reynolds is the one who's dumb! Oh, next time I see him, I swear I'm gonna beat his ass! He needs to be taught a lesson." I was slightly confused as to why he didn't mention Reynolds calling me queer, but I just rolled with it. So, I silently watched him as he got up and started pacing the floor, seething in anger. I knew better than to try to get him to calm down because once he starts, you can't stop him.

"Just make sure that you're careful, okay? I'm going to do some of my homework." Thomas stopped pacing and glanced at me.

"I will, Jemmy. I always do, you know that."

"Yeah, I know. But still, make sure this isn't going to be something you'll regret." I stood in the doorway of our room.

"Of course. Though, it's only because of you that I do." He smiled at me and it made made my heart ache, because I know that he only meant that friend-wise. I smiled back and went inside my room to finish my work.

-Lil' Timeskip brought to you by America's favorite fighting Frenchman-

Turns out, I couldn't do my work because my brain was preoccupied with thinking of how I'm never going to have a chance with Thomas. So, I just laid there on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I began to feel a tad bit tired and fell asleep.

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I open my eyes to find myself in a vast meadow, with nothing but grass and a sky full of stars. I gawk at the sight as I stare upwards, until I heard someone behind me. I quickly turned around to see Thomas. I sigh with relief as he takes my hand and holds it.

We stood beside each other and gazed into the other's eyes. He took his free hand and set it against my cheek, to which I responded by leaning my head into his touch.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He said as he looked at the night sky.

"Yeah, it is." I laid my head against his chest. He then looked down at me and lifted my chin upwards.

"But, not as beautiful as you." He smiled with love-filled eyes as he kissed my forehead. I smiled, and pecked his cheek in return.

We both stood there, holding each other through the night. We didn't talk after that, because we didn't need words to know that we loved each other deeply.

Suddenly, everything started to fade.

-

I sprung open my eyes and sat up as fast as I could. So, it was just a dream, huh? Figures. I looked around the room until my eyes landed on the messy pile of papers in front of me. Right, I didn't finish my homework. I shake my head and get back to work.

As I continue to finish my work, I start thinking about what it would be like to actually be with Thomas. What if I did have a chance? Who would confess first? How daily would our dates be? Would Thomas walk me to class while holding my hand in front of everyone? Oh, so many questions, but no answers.

I sigh, knowing that there is no possibility of him liking me back, even if just a tiny bit. Right?