Jimmy sat alone on the bus, his feet aching from a long day’s work and wanting nothing more than to have a nice hot shower and get to bed. He’d just come off an eight-hour shift at The Crawley House, a well-to-do restaurant that was highly popular with the residents of Downton. It was an okay shift, he supposed. No stupid customers to make him seethe with rage, but none of his mates were on with him that night. Unless you count Alfred, which Jimmy certainly does not.
At least Daisy would be in the kitchen tomorrow instead of Ivy. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to double check every meal to ensure it was made properly. Plus, Thomas was floor manager tomorrow which meant it would be a fun night of making fun of the busboys and stealing food from the back room together.
Rain pattered on the bus window as the driver made a turn onto a familiar street. Once he had stopped, Jimmy thanked the driver and opened his umbrella, making the short walk to the flat he shared with three others. He was only a waiter, and besides, his flatmates were good people. Most of the time.
He looked down at his phone, noticing it was at 13%. The little red bar seemed to be teasing him, and so he quickened his step eager to get home.
He lived on the fourth floor, second from the top. It was a nice building, housing mainly young people like himself. It had a working elevator and they rarely had issues with the landlord so it could be worse, he supposed.
Unlocking the door, he stepped inside. The lights were off, save for the telly which cast a blue light over the living room. Daisy sat on the sofa, her feet in Andy’s lap as they (she) watched whatever series she had become obsessed with lately.
“Hello, roomies,” he said, putting his umbrella and coat away.
“Dinners on the bench, roomie,” Daisy didn’t take her eyes off the screen as she answered. Andy just gave a small wave in acknowledgement.
Jimmy put the spaghetti in the microwave for a few minutes. Once it was done, he took a fork and sat down with the couple as he ate.
“Thomas in bed already?” he asked around a mouthful. Jimmy wouldn’t be surprised, Thomas either went to bed at 6am or 6pm.
Andy shook his head, “Nah, went out before. Dunno where.”
“I’ll text him later, probably just sitting alone in a bar solving a crossword or some other nerdy shit.”
They continued to watch, Daisy shushing him whenever he made a comment about how stupid the show was. Andy stayed quiet, smart man.
Finally, Jimmy spoke up.
“Right, well I’m off to bed.”
Andy spoke up after he said goodnight, “You work tomorrow?”
“Yup, we’ll all be there!” Daisy said enthusiastically. God, she loved her job.
“Oh, joy,” he said flatly and had to run to the bathroom to avoid the cushion she threw at him.
He started up the shower, hopping under the warm spray. After that, he put on some pants and flopped into bed, barely mustering up the effort to turn the lamp off. He could hear the sounds of Daisy and Andy puttering about as they got ready for bed, lulling him to sleep.
Right before he fell asleep, he remembered he was supposed to text Thomas, so with a valiant effort his grabbed his phone from right next to his head and sent a quick text. A reply came shortly after.
no have just been brutally murdered with a bat x
also i ate all the dinner hehe
extra shifts 4 u <33
Enjoy ur 8-6 on every single Saturday ever
Jimmy groaned before putting his phone on Do Not Disturb. He reached over to grab his charger, coming up empty handed.
did u take my mf charger
yes is in my room
not bovvered ill get it tomoz
He passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow, phone still in hand.
Jimmy woke up the next morning in a surprisingly good mood. He got up, made his bed, showered and went to get some breakfast. He turned on his phone to see if he had any new notifications, only it wouldn’t turn on. The screen stayed black no matter how long he held down on the side button for.
Then he remembered last nights business with the charger. He groaned out of annoyance, cursing Thomas for throwing his last one at the wall when he found out Carson had swapped around the employee roster after Thomas had spent a good few hours on it again.
He walked past the kitchen where Daisy and Andy were making breakfast. Thomas had the best room out of all of them. An amazing view, a small little balcony, his own bathroom, and it was all tucked away behind the kitchen on the other side of the flat.
Jimmy often said it was unfair, but Thomas had been the one to find the flat in the first place so he reasoned he should get the best bedroom. Besides, last time he had complained Thomas put him on closing shifts every weekend for two months, which lead to a massive lack of action for him, and not something he wants to go through again.
He knocked lightly on Thomas’ door, “Just grabbing my cha- Oh. My. God.”
Thomas didn’t react, he was asleep after all. The man in his bed didn’t react either, because he was also asleep. In Thomas’ bed. With Thomas.
“What’s up? Holy shit is that-?” Andy crept up behind him, making Jimmy jump and almost smack the door on the frame. He gently shut it to avoid waking the two men.
“Is that…a man in Thomas’ bed?” Daisy had paused mid whip when she heard her boyfriend speak.
“Don’t tell me to shush, Jimmy!” She lowered her voice to a whisper, “Is there really a man in there? Is he good-looking?”
“Hey! I’m right here…”
She rolled her eyes, “It’s out of concern for Thomas, love.”
“I don’t know! I think so? All I saw was his hair,” Jimmy responded. He didn’t know how to act; this had never happened before. Sure, he’d seen Thomas be all suave and cool with guys at the bar, and even walk out with them a few times. But he’d never brought them home! And to a flat full of people no less!
“Well what colour was it?” she resumed her whipping, but now at a slower pace.
He made a face, “I don’t know, like a blond?”
“Like your blond?” Andy pointed to the mess of golden curls atop his head.
“No, no darker. Like a brown? Light brownish blondish sort of,” the couple stared at him in confusion at his explanation.
Jimmy’s face lit up suddenly, “Like that bloke from the flower shop he’s always going to!”
“The one from Marion’s Flowers?” Daisy caught on instantly.
“Yes! Him! It was exactly like his!”
They all smiled and nodded, proud that they had solved the riddle of mystery man’s hair colour.
“You don’t think…?”
Daisy paused her whipping yet again as they all stared at each other.
“Did Thomas…you know…” she raised her eyebrows at the end.
“Fuck the florist?” Andy filled in for her. He shrugged his shoulders at her glare.
Jimmy took a moment to comprehend, “You know, now that I think about it, the house does smell kind of flowery.”
“Wh- flowery? What even is that?” Andy looked at him as if he were an idiot.
“Flowery! You know, like…just flowery essence is in the air!”
“That doesn’t even make sense, Jimmy.”
“Yes, it does!”
“No, Andy’s right. And I don’t think that’s how flowers work.”
“Oh, what is this? Gang up on Jimmy!? Couples against Jimmy?! Fuck off!”
“Could you all, please, shut up?” a tired, croaky voice floated over to them, and they all looked in the direction it came from.
“Thomas! Good morning!” Daisy practically shouted at him.
Thomas grimaced at her energy so early in the morning. He held out Jimmy’s charger from the small crack where he’d opened the door. He was wearing nothing but a pair of sleep pants.
It was quiet for a few seconds, “You didn’t…come in here? Did you?
Jimmy looked behind him before turning back around to face Thomas.
“No, no just been in the kitchen…helping with breakfast.” He nodded, gesturing behind him to the various pancake ingredients on the bench.
“Why? What’s in there?” Andy, bless his heart, spoke up from the back. Jimmy could hear the smirk he had on his face.
“Uh, n-nothing. Yeah, no, nothing’s in here.” Thomas said, frowning at his own words.
“Alright, cool. Uh, join us when you’re ready.” Thomas nodded and turned away to shut the door at Jimmy’s words.
“What’s that, Thomas?” Daisy said before he could completely shut the door.
“That, on your neck. Looks like a bug bite or summat.”
Thomas blanked, reaching up to touch the ‘bug bite’.
“Must have got bit by a mosquito or something,” he said not very convincingly.
“Awful big mosquito, that.”
Daisy held in a laugh unsuccessfully, turning away from Thomas’ eyes when he looked at her. There was no point in him lying now.
“Come on, we want to meet him…” Jimmy enticed playfully.
Thomas smiled, though he tried to hide it. “Later, he’s still sleeping.”
“Aww, you’re blushing, Thomas!” Andy poured himself a cup of coffee as he laughed at his flatmate/boss.
He flipped Andy the bird, turning away again to go back into his room.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait just tell me something first.” Jimmy held his foot in the door to stop it from shutting which, fucking ow, he wasn’t wearing any shoes.
Thomas sighed, “What now? Hickey on my back?”
“No, just…is it him? The guy from Marion’s Flowers?”
He smiled again, “Yeah, s’why this place always has so many flowers. Can’t just walk into a flower shop and not get flowers, even if I have got the whole hay fever thing.”
“You get hay fever?”
Thomas just looked at him, “Yes, I get hay fever, Jimmy.”
The blond man looked as if he would cry, “Oh my god you get hay fever! But you still buy flowers ‘cause he works in the flower shop! Thomas you’re too cute!”
Thomas just rolled his eyes, “Shut up. It’s embarrassing. I spent like two hundred pounds at that shop before I even had the courage to talk about something that wasn’t my mother’s fake grave.”
“Oh, that’s grim, mate.” Andy said.
Thomas grimaced before shutting the door with a resounding thud.
Jimmy, Daisy, and Andy instantly began talking to each other when the door had shut.
“That’s so cute! I can’t believe Thomas would buy flowers just because they were from him.” Daisy gushed. She was back to mixing her batter, smiling as she thought of how romantic her boss and friend was.
Andy laughed, “Yeah, it is really sweet. What’s his name?”
“Hmm? What d’you mean?” His girlfriend replied.
“They guy from the flower shop, what’s his name?”
“Oh, um. I don’t know, Richard, I think? His mum owns the shop.” The sweet smell of pancakes filled the room as she began making circles of batter in the hot pan.
“His names Richard?” Daisy nodded her head at Jimmy’s question.
Jimmy looked at Andy, fighting the smile that was creeping onto his face.
“Jimmy, no. You’ll get put on 8-6 everyday for the next year! No, the next ten years!” Andy tried to reason, but Jimmy’s childish mind was already made up.
He ran to Thomas’ door, wrenching it open and praying they weren’t going for a morning round.
“Richard from the flower shop! Thomas spent two hundred pounds ‘cause he was scared to talk to you!”
“What? Thomas that’s so much money!”
“For fuck’s sake, Jimmy!”
Andy chuckled at the three men, flipping over the pancakes and giving Daisy a kiss.
“Would you spend two hundred pounds on me?”
He didn’t even hesitate, “I’d spend a million, love.”