He hadn't meant for the night to go this way. This was the one way that Thomas hadn't expected the night to end.

It had been a terrible day for the boy. His ever so faithful girlfriend, none other than Angelica Schuyler, had went and slept with the person he despised the most, Alexander Hamilton.

His best friend, James Madison, had found him disheveled in the corner of an unused classroom.

"Hey," He had said, cautiously approaching the other boy, "What's wrong?" James asked, sitting next to his best friend.

Thomas just buried his face into his knees, trying to muffle the sobs.

"Thomas..." James asked, putting his hand on Thomas' knee, "Talk to me."

"Go away," Came the reply from the crying boy, "Please."

"C'mere," James muttered, pulling Thomas into his arms.

Thomas responded by burying his head in his friend's chest.

"Angelica?" The hesitant question came in a smaller than normal voice from the usually very loud, and opinionated, boy.

After a moment, Thomas nodded, his sobs then becoming heavier.

"I'm going to-" James didn't get to finish his threat, as the bell indicating the end of first hour rang, "I'll be back," He reassured his broken friend as he got up, leaving the room. It didn't take him long to find the eldest Schuyler. She just so happened to be at her locker, her sister's surrounding either side of her. Soon enough the youngest sister, James hadn't ever bothered to learn her name, left. Madison then proceeded to the now vacant side of the brown haired girl.

"What the hell did you do to him," He demanded, slamming his fist on the locker next to Angelica's.

"Excuse me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow along with the tone of her voice.

James rolled his eyes, "Don't play stupid, Schuyler. Thomas, what did you do to Thomas?"

"Okay, what's going on here?" Chimed in none other than Alexander Hamilton himself.

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place in James' mind. Without being able to comprehend what he was doing, James starting yelling uncontrollably at the pair. There was a crowd, there was definitely a crowd forming, but James didn't care. He cared about how two people had hurt his best friend, one of the only people who had always been there for him.

Finally, something snapped inside of Madison, and the next thing he knew he was being pulled off of Hamilton.

James couldn't see straight, he couldn't think straight. He knew he had gave Alexander a black eye at least. He was still shouting as they were both hauled off to the principal's office.

Soon enough, both boys were sitting in front of the school principal.

"He just attacked me, no reason," Hamilton claimed when asked what happened.

James groaned, "You slept with my best friend's girlfriend," He reminded him, "That was the reason."

"Hamilton, let me speak alone with Mr. Madison for a moment," The principal requested.

Madison was the first to speak whenever they were alone, "Thomas is really upset, and I just had to do something an-"

"James, James," The principal tried to slow the boy, "Slow down. You did the right thing, standing up for a friend, you just did it in the wrong way. And I think you know that, but I do have to suspend you."

James groaned, but nodded, "Fine," He muttered, getting up to leave the room.

"Madison," The principal said as James put his hand on the door handle, "Take Thomas with you for the day, he's already had a rough enough day."

"Yes, sir," James responded quietly, "Thank you."

James slipped through the now empty hall, ending up back in the same classroom. Thomas was still there, knees still pulled to his chest, head still buried in his knees.

"Hey," James muttered as he sat back down next to the other.

Thomas didn't reply.

"Let's go," James finally suggested, standing up.

"James, I don't want to go to clas-" Thomas finally spoke, but was quickly cut off.

James shook his head, "Not to class. I can't go to class, I mean let's go back to my house."

"Why can't you go to class?" The other asked, his voice still shaky.

"Nothing big," Madison responded with a shrug, "Gave Hamilton a black eye, got suspended."

Thomas groaned, looking up at his friend, "You shouldn't have," He whispered.

"Of course I should have," James told the other, standing, "You would have done the same for me. Actually, you probably would have done worse, and you know it."

Jefferson shook his head, standing with James, "Thanks," He whispered, pulling the other boy into a hug.

James wrapped his arms tightly around the other's torso, "And either way, Hamilton's a jerk. He totally deserved it."

Thomas tried, and miserably failed, to laugh at the statement.

James let go of the other boy, pulling him out of the classroom, "C'mon. Let's go back to my place," He said.

Thomas just followed the other boy, wrapping his arms around himself as they walked through the vacant hallway.

Soon enough, Thomas was staring absentmindedly out of the passenger window of James' old, beat up Chevy truck.

James felt bad for Thomas. He kept glancing over at him, and the worry just built up in his chest, "Thomas," He tried, hesitantly, "She's not worth it."

Thomas stayed quiet, his gaze shifting to the ground.

"Thomas..." James tried again, reaching his hand over to out it on the other's knee.

Thomas slapped it off, turning to James, "Stop," He whispered, "Okay? She is more than worth it. You don't understand."

James sighed, deciding not to push him any farther.

An hour later, the boys were sprawled across James' living room couches. There was a half-eaten gallon of cookie dough ice-cream in between the boys as the TV played Dirty Dancing, (The boys' guilty pleasure) on mute.

Thomas stared absentmindedly at the ceiling, not being able to stop the tears from rolling down his face.

James couldn't take anymore of Thomas' sadness whenever he leaned over and laid next to Thomas, his arm draping over the other.

Thomas pulled James closer, starting to sob heavily into his friend's shoulder.

James didn't try and comfort the other, "I know," He muttered, rubbing Thomas' back, putting his head on top of the others, "I know, I'm sorry, Tom, I'm sorry," He tried and do everything he knew would calm Thomas down. He tried playing with the other's hair, he did everything. All while muttering random, somewhat encouraging things.

An hour later, Thomas was asleep, still holding onto James.

James kept his arms around the other boy, humming some random song as the other slept. A little while later, James was asleep.

Thomas woke up before James. He took up the opportunity to hum quietly to the other boy, a habit he had picked up from James.

James awoke a little time later, being greeted by Thomas' brown eyes, "You okay?" He asked in a soft tone.

Thomas nodded slowly, "Yeah, I think so. Not great, but better."

"It takes time," James whispered.

At three in the morning. Three in the morning was whenever it happened.

The two were still awake, awake in a delirious, sleep-deprived, state.

Everything, and anything was funny to the two.

James had gotten up to go to his kitchen. When he came back, he rolled onto the couch, his head landing in Thomas' lap. That caused the boys to break into another fit of laughter, before the room settled into comfortable silence.

"Tom..?" James asked, looking up.

"Mhm?" Was the simple response he got.

"What's the meaning of life?" James asked quietly.

Thomas thought for a minute before replying, "I guess the meaning of life's whatever you make it out to be."

"What do you want your life to mean?" James questioned.

"I-I don't know," Thomas admitted, "I don't even know where I want to go to college, or what I want to do, or anything."

"Me too," James whispered.

Thomas nodded, and for a while, they just stared at each other.

James then did the single most-daring thing he had ever done, and that was saying something. He leaned up, grabbed Thomas' chin, took a deep breath, and kissed his best friend.

Thomas tensed, he wasn't going to lie, he tensed up. But that didn't stop him from kissing James back.

After a minute, James pulled back. In their delirious state, the boys started to laugh. Awkwardly at first, then it turned into actually laughing.

"I'm sorry," James managed in between laughs.

Thomas just shook his head, "Don't be," He said, before kissing James again.

That night, Angelica was forgotten. That night, it was just James and Thomas. Nobody else mattered.