TW: INJURY

James Madison couldn’t usually keep up with Thomas Jefferson.

I mean.. Thomas was more skilled than him, and so was James but.. James also got hurt.

“S-SHI-!”

James was just practicing, along with the others. Practicing more so with Thomas. But James had fallen again, terribly again, he had a couple of small injuries on his legs more so, from the continuous falls.

Thomas helped him up, with a worried chuckle, holding his hand, “Madison, you should probably take a small break, is just practice, darlin'.” Thomas continued. Though James shook his head, with a quiet wince.

“Thomas, I’m completely fine, alright?”

James muttered, with a frown. Thomas could see some bruises on James, from the falls. And yet, some jackass decided to just ruin the day,

“James, should you really be dancing? I mean.. you keep falling like a fuckin' idiot.”

Someone said, laughing, and some other dancers laughing, (more so the new ones). James frowned, Washington immediately telling those guys to watch their mouths. James was a great dancer, but.. he couldn’t catch up with Thomas.

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James walked off, Thomas worried, as he followed, James on the urge of tears. God, he felt like a child right now. James sat in the storage room honestly, on the floor. In the corner, sobbing, wincing a little from the small injuries on his legs mostly.

He felt like a fucking dumbass.

And he heard someone come in, Thomas. God, Thomas was fucking worried,

“Maddie.. hey, hey..”

Thomas mumbled, worryingly, as James didn’t even look up to him, just staring at the floor, wiping his eye,

“..Looks like I can’t keep up with you. Pathetic, huh..?”

James muttered, with a weak smile. Thomas was worried, god. The bullying from those idiots was like hell, I mean, they wouldn’t stop. And it was his best friend we’re talking here! Thomas wouldn’t allow anyone to talk shit about him

..Thomas didn’t enjoy seeing James like this. And James just.. wanted to be alone.