So, the Starbucks we went to wasn't that far away, thank goodness. When we walked in, Thomas held the door for me. He is mixing my emotions, I wish he would stop already! We walked in, ordered our drinks, and sat down at a table near a window. Then, Thomas and Lafayette proceeded to tell me exactly how they met in France. I won't tell you all of it right here because it's too long. But, I will say that there was a grocerie cart involved.

After we got our drinks, we all started sharing on why we wanted to become lawyers. It then evolved to talking about Hamilton and Laurens. Then, Lafayette started talking about someone that he describes as 'love at first sight'.

"Right as I walked into my dorm, my heart went boom! I couldn't get my feet or mouth to work, I was so-so, urghhh! What is the word for it?!" I thought for a few moments until coming up with the answer.

"Captivated?" His eyes light up like a Christmas tree as he nodds aggresively.

"I was so captivated by his beauty, I couldn't move a muscle!"

" 'His'? You mean, it's a guy?" Oh, dear. And this is why I will never confess my feelings. Thomas was raised to believe that all gays deserve to die in Hell, thanks to his father.

"Thomas, why would there be a girl in his dorm?" Thomas looks at me with a glare, but it softens after a few seconds.

"I need to go the bathroom." He gets up and walks away.

"He is so gay." My head turns around so fast that I almost break my neck.

"What?! No, he's not! Thomas is completely straight!" I can't believe he just said that Thomas was gay. Ha, what a joke!

"Well, if he's straight, then so are you." My face starts burning. How did he know that?

"How'd you know?" He laughs (lafs) at me for a few moments then calms down.

"It is called a-uhhhh, gay-dar if I remember correctly. It's a seventh sense, I can tell who is gay or not. Now Thomas, is gay." I start to get mad for some reason, I have no idea why.

"You haven't known Thomas that long, so how could you just say something like that?"

"I haven't known you for long either, but I knew you were gay." Damn him and his good sense of logic!

"Still!" Laf then gives me a weird face, just staring at me.

"You like him, don't you? I can see it in your eyes." What the fu-?

"N-no! I-I don-don't like him! Wha-What, what are you talkin' about?!" Oh jeez, I'm not helping myself at all here. Laf then just smirks at me, it kinda reminds me of how Thomas smirks. No, now is not the time to think about Thomas!

"You should totally tell him how you feel."

"I can't."

"Why not? Hmm?"

"Well, you saw the way he reacted when you were talking about that guy. What do you think'll happen if I tell him I love him?" Woah. I have never told anyone that I like Thomas, let alone I love him! What is this baguette doing to my brain!?

"I have observed the way that Thomas acts around you. He definitely feels something, but he just might not know what it is. Trust me, it would be wise to tell him than going on forever with your feelings going unnoticed. It will mentally tortue you, I should know." I was about to ask him how he knew, but Thomas came back.

"Sorry about that, Laf." He scratched the back of his head. And this is why I wish I could tell Thomas. He's so sweet, and caring.

" 'Is okay, mon ami. I forgive you. I know that some people are just not comfortable with that, especially when they are raised to believe in certain things." I nod in agreement and Thomas smiles, then sits down next to me. To say that my heart was only beating the average human amount would be a humongous lie. Of course, this isn't anything out of the ordinary, it's completely normal. Sad, am I right?

While we talked and finally got our drinks, I thought about what Lafayette said. He said it will mentally tortue me, but it's already mental torture! I've had these feelings since middle school. What would Thomas even think? How would he actually react if he finds out that his best friend of fourteen years has been in love with him?! He would definitely cut off all contact with me for sure.

Honestly, the mental torture is worth it. As long as I still get to be his friend, I'll be satisfied.

-TiIIIiiiiiImE sKip-

Lafayette went back to his dorm, so it's just me and Thomas right now. Thomas suggested that we should go take a walk or watch a movie. I went with watching a movie, because I don't feel like going outside. This is around the time people's allergies kick in and I'd rather not get sick right before classes start. So, currently we are on the couch watching 'The Avengers'.

"Tony Stark is definitely my favorite character." Thomas declared after we finished the movie.

"I like Hawk Eye more, not gonna lie." He glares at me and I try my hardest not to laugh.

"He was so easily turned, though. That means he's weak, in my opinion!" I rolled my eyes.

"Why do you like Tony Stark, then?"

"Well, duh! He's rich! And he saved all of New York, which I think makes him best character." He smirked triumphantly at me.

"Ok, ok. You got a point. But! That does not make him best character. In my opinion." I smirked back at him. He has a dumbfounded look on his face for a few seconds.

"Oh really? Then, who's best character?" I pretend to think as he gives me an unamused expression.

"Hmmm, Captian America." He dramatically gasps at me.

"What?! Why him? He's so...boring!" I forever will regret the next words that came out of my mouth.

"He's got a nice body."

What the hell is wrong with me?! He might know now! Let's just hope he takes it like I wish I had his body. Yeah, let's just hope for that.

"Well...yeah, he does. But, that's a terrible excuse to use!" I just shrug and thank the lord that Thomas is so oblivious.

"Whatever. You have your best character, and I have my best character. How about we just drop it?"

"Yeah, whatever." We smile at each other while I slowly get lost in his eyes.

"It's gettin' late, Jemmy. Let's go to bed, 'cause I mean, we do have classes in the mornin'." I shake my head to regain my lost senses.

"Yeah, we should."

We get off the couch and head to our beds. Right before I fall asleep, I look over to Thomas. I always loved the way he looked so peaceful while sleeping. His eyes gently closed, his soft curls perfectly framing his face, and his chest slowly going up and down like the ocean waves. It always takes my breath away.

One day, I thought, one day I will tell you.