* Monday *

Thomas POV

I open the door of my dormitory.

"NOOON !!" I say exhausted. James looks at me confused from the dining room.

"What's up, Tommy?"

"I have to go to school," I say before falling on a couch. He is laughing.

"My poor little Tommy, you need a hug."

"What?" I sit on the couch I do not realize directly, but I feel arms around my waist. I'm blushing. He's so hot, I like his heat. He walks away and looks at me.

"Is it better?" I nod, a little hesitant, blushing.

"You're so cute, Tommy." He starts laughing again.

"Hey, if I'll call you. Cute Thomas? " I blush even more. I shake my head. He sulks. He is so cute.

"Or Poppet Tommy ?" He says with pleading eyes. I managed to shake my head.

"Sorry I don't hear anything. If you don't say anything it will be like a "yes" to me. "

"I'm kidding Tommy. Come to the table, I've already made your Mac n' cheese. "My eyes light up.

"Marry me."

"What?"

"What??? " He must find me really weird. Why did I say that? I feel my face warming up.

He has a laugh.

"Come on, darling." He carries me in a nuptial style. I blush and blush even more. Although he is smaller than me, he is very strong. He puts me down on the chair.

"Tha..thank you" He smiles and sits down. He eats rice with meat. He is so handsome so beautiful so...

"Poppet Tommy ? Will you eat? " I blush and look away.

"You told me you will not call me like this anymore," I say sulkily.

"Ok, I'll stop," He says with a smile.

"Thank you." I sigh with relief and eat my cheese macaroni.

"Poppet Tommy , Poppet Tommy, Poppet Tommy, Poppet Tommy, Poppet Tommy, Poppet Tommy !!!" He says with a smile on the corner of his lips.

"If you go on I will not be able to eat and we will not be able to go to school together." I say sulkily. Now I look like a tomato.

"It isn't my fault. You are too funny. But you are right. We have got... " He looks at his watch.

"30 minutes." I nod, telling him that I understand.

We finish eating in a comfortable silence. He takes our plates and puts them in the lever. James is really an angel.

When He finished doing the dishes, he pulled out a laugh that he held back. Why is he laughing?

"Do you really think I'm an angel?" He says, wiping his hands with a towel.

I say that aloud ????

He turns around and looks at me with a hand on his hip.

"Eh ... yes," I say a little embarrassed. He is laughing.

"It's been a long time since I laughed like that." He stands in front of me smiling, his hands on the table as if he would kiss me.

"Poppet Tommy , you don't know anything about me. I'm not an angel, but you're one of them. " I blush. He moves away.

For a moment, I thought I wasn't with the James I know. He's watching his watch.

"Poppet Tommy ? We have to go. " I give up. He will call me all the time Poppet Tommy.

I nod and take my bag, he does the same.

"Come on," I say impatiently.

"I'm coming !!!" He takes my hand. I blush a little.

"I'm ready. We can go there. " He smiles at me. I nod and we go to school hand in hand.

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