(A/N) There are POV changes here. You should be able to tell who it changes too. Also, ratings are appreciated :)

The sun had started setting. It must've been pretty late considering it was the middle of summer. The air was hot and had barely cooled down despite the gradual darkness. Currently me and Thomas were heading to his house. Thomas had insisted on coming along because he hadn't been to my house in a while. I had tried to reason with him, mentioning that there was nothing he would have liked to do there, but Thomas's persistence usually got him what he wanted. He's the type of person to insist on something and never stray away from it until it's given to him. No matter how many times you try to change the conversation, disregard him, or even get physical with him, he'll never stop bugging you. I consider myself to have a lot of patience because I'm one of the few people who can tolerate him.

"We almost there yet?" Thomas complained, with the voice of a fussy kid on a road trip, "I don't remember your house being this far away." I rolled my eyes, clutching my bag with my right hand tightly as if trying to forcefully drown down my annoyance. "You chose to come, Thomas, I didn't ask you to." I tried to rid my voice of any sarcasm. He didn't seem to pick it up, or maybe he didn't care. Instead, he let out a small sigh, taking the next steps grudgingly.

As we walked past one more street, my house became recognizable in the distance. As we neared the entrance I pulled out a key to the backyard gate. Thomas's gaze showed confusion as I unlocked the gate. "Why not just use the front door..?" he tilted his head slightly. I pulled the gate open. "I only have the keys to the gate. My mother is the only one with the original keys to the front door. Obviously, she doesn't live here anymore and inevitably lost the keys." Thomas shrugged, glancing at the fence. The house had a particularly interesting fence. Instead of a classic picket fence like most of the other houses in the area, my house had a fence that was mostly flat on the top, with the occasional splinters of wood.

Thomas gave me a sly look through narrowed eyes. I pulled the gate open, "What are you going to do?" He laughed, "Jump your fence." I stopped, this man sometimes. "You're going to hurt yourself Thomas." He threw one hand forward and laughed, "Pfft as if! I'm just bored alright? I'll be fine..but watch me!" He pranced away about ten feet behind the fence. Frankly, I didn't care much anymore. If he wanted to do some dumb shit, I'll let him. I already warned him. I walked into the backyard, closing and locking the gate behind me.

"Ready Jem?" Thomas called from the other side of the fence. I took a seat on one of the outdoor chairs. "Yeah yeah." I felt like one of those tired parents with a hyperactive child that was always trying to show off to their parents. God, I'm never having kids.

I stared at the fence ahead of me. It wasn't that high. Probably around six feet, meaning I could most definitely jump it if I was careful. I took a few deep breaths before sprinting towards it and leaping, deciding to lean on my right hand to lift myself over. However, I think I caught myself in an awkward way, causing my wrist to push abnormally outwards. I heard a sharp snap from my wrist. I let out a high-pitched yelp as I landed on the opposite side of the fence. I made it, but my wrist was in a whole new kind of pain. It ached terribly and felt hot and sore. It seemed to swell almost instantaneously. I heaved in deep breaths at the unfamiliar pain. My heart was pounding in my chest from the past adrenaline. I hadn't even noticed that James was by my side in almost an instant.

"Thomas I fucking told you! But no, you always think you're right. Perhaps you should listen to me for once in your life," James hissed. I gritted my teeth and squirmed a bit from the pain. He was right though. My impulsiveness tended to get me in more trouble than good, but I was never one to admit it. James examined the wound carefully. "Can you move your wrist like this?" He made circular motions with his hand which I tried to copy. I didn't do well though, because as soon as I tried to move it I barely managed to bite back a howl of pain. "..No.." I muttered.

James stood up. "I have something that may help in the meantime. I'll be right back." I watched as he disappeared through the backdoor. He was probably going to find bandages, and hopefully painkillers. I hadn't even tried to stop the few tears that had fallen down my cheek. James appeared a moment later, carrying a roll of white bandages. He knelt down beside me. "Where does it hurt again?" I shakily lifted my right wrist. Even the slight breeze sent a sharp stinging sensation through the bone. James unraveled the bandages and carefully began wrapping them around my hand and wrist. I cried out at the pressure, but James continued. Perhaps I genuinely did deserve it.

I wrapped what felt like a good amount around Thomas's wrist. I gingerly placed his wrist on my hand to try and keep it steady. Probably one of the most important things to know about broken bones. I looked up at him, he was leaning against the fence, looking up, pain shown in his face. I felt a bit of sympathy for him. "Hey," I murmured, trying to grab his attention. He tilted his head back down to look at me. I could see how tense he was, I almost felt it too. "We've just got to keep it still and tomorrow we'll get it checked out," I nodded towards the setting sun. He took a deep breath in, as if trying to recollect himself.

I reached a hand out to wipe a couple tears off Thomas's face. "Any better?" He grimaced and nodded his head slightly. He still had an occasional hiccup in his voice, "I g-guess.. It hurts like hell though.." I sighed again, now more irritably. "Well maybe if you'd used the gate like a normal person, this wouldn't have happened." He flinched as my hand moved slightly. "I'm s-sorry alright, can we just g-go inside, please?" He sniffed and stuttered between words. I carefully rose to my feet and helped Thomas up so he wouldn't have to use his hand. I threw an arm around his shoulder, muttering something quiet under my breath.

How had I managed to, out of all people, fall for someone like Thomas Jefferson?