Dreams // Newtmas

1. Wake Up

Thomas woke with a start, cold sweat covering his skin. It was just a dream. Just a dream. He peered around his bedroom, the morning sun beginning to crawl its way along the floor through the open curtains that he'd forgotten to close last night. Thomas sat there for a moment trying to shake the image of the dead boy, Newt, out of his head. He hated the dreams. They came way too often and were never nice. Why couldn't he just dream about rainbows and unicorns and girls, or even guys, like a normal seventeen year old. Anything but the monsters and the huge maze with the moving walls. 

The only good thing about the nightmares though, was that they always happened on the first day of school and they always made sure he was up on time. The rest of the time they were just annoying.

It was at that moment Thomas' alarm decided to go off. He reached over to silence it but, having put so far away as to make himself get up in the morning, he ended up falling off the bed in a crumpled heap.

"Ow"

//

"Bye Mom. Bye Dad" Thomas' younger sister Brenda called as they left the house. She couldn't drive yet so Thomas had become her chauffeur ever since he got the jeep for his birthday. He didn't really mind driving Brenda around, they actually got on well with each other. It was driving her friends around that he couldn't stand. Who needs to hear a bunch of sixteen year olds gossip about people, hair and clothes? Sometimes Thomas found it hard to believe they were actually her friends Brenda was so different from them. 

Brenda had short brown hair that fell down to her shoulders, big brown eyes and a possibly sadistic smile. She certainly seemed to enjoy watching Thomas struggle as her friends bombarded him with questions on just about everything. She liked to weld, often going to junkyards to find pieces of scrap metal, which was a sharp contrast to the girls Kayla and Izzy who found joy in less filthy environments. Brenda was pretty much the odd one out of the popular gang but so long as she was happy Thomas didn't mind. Unless someone hurt her, then Thomas minded very much. But that wouldn't happen, they were all too afraid of Thomas to do something that dumb.

"So where are we picking up your delightful friends this time?" Thomas asked, glancing over at Brenda. She shot him a glare over the top of her phone before looking back down at whatever it was she was doing.

"Well, Kayla said she'd meet us at the park and Izzy mentioned something about" she squinted at the screen, obviously trying to decipher the text that was probably 90 percent emojis "Starbucks, yeah, that's it."

Thomas rolled his eyes "And let me guess, you and Kayla are gonna want to stop for a quick coffee there too."

"It's the first day of school and I've been up a whole half an hour. Of course I want coffee." came the reply. What was it with teenage girls and coffee from Starbucks? Some things, Thomas would never understand.

"Fine, but if you're in there for longer than five minutes, I'm leaving without you."

//

After waiting outside of Starbucks for ten minutes Thomas began to blare the horn of the jeep as loud and as long as possible. That at least got the girls to come running out, coffees in hand. They jumped into the jeep and it was only then that he took his hand off the horn. 

"Ten minutes. It takes ten minutes to get coffee does it?" Thomas asked, glaring at Brenda. She just shrugged.

"Didn't you say you'd leave if we took longer than five minutes?" Brenda smirked. "Yet here you are."

"You know Mom would kill me if I just left you there" Thomas hissed. He was uncomfortably aware of Kayla and Izzy listening to them argue. Especially when Thomas was the one losing the argument. He shook his head and started the car. "You're lucky I made sure we left early"

Brenda smiled smugly and turned back to her friends " I told you I always win."

//

The jeep pulled up to school with ten minutes to go before the bell went. The girls rushed off to find their other friends the moment Thomas had parked, leaving him to enter the building on his own. He preferred that to having a bunch of teenagers hanging off of him anyway.

Upon entering the school, Thomas was surprised to find so many students flooding the halls. Most of them were freshmen, scurrying around looking for friends or lockers or classrooms. As he passed a group of them they all turned to stare at him wide-eyed. One of the perks of being a senior, all the newbies worshipped you. That, and you only had one more year of chaos in this hellhole called high school to endure.

He weaved his way in and around kids until he eventually made it to his locker. Thomas stuffed his books into it, not really caring where anything went so long as he had the books he needed for class with him. It was when a few of these books started to fall out, that Thomas encountered his first problem of the day.

Desperately trying to keep the books in and not look like an idiot in doing so, Thomas missed the fact that there was someone else walking down the corridor behind him. He shoved the books back into the locker and slammed it shut. Then he took a step back to take a breath and collided with said person that was walking down the hall behind him. The two tripped over each other and landed in a heap on the floor. So much for not looking like an idiot.

Thomas untangled himself from them, letting out a string of curses as he did so, and got back up on his feet. Looking down, he saw the person was actually a boy. A boy who was staring at the ground and rubbing his head.

"Bloody hell, mate"

"I am so so-" Just as Thomas was halfway through his rushed apology, the boy looked up. And suddenly Thomas was seeing three of him at once. One was holding some tool and talking to him in what appeared to be some sort of farm. Another less uplifting one had black veins criss-crossing his skin and was begging him to kill him. And the last, was currently looking at him like he had three heads. But he knew all three of them. Knew the blonde hair and the pretty face. Knew the brown eyes that were looking at him in a mix of confusion and surprise. Thomas blinked. And blinked again. This couldn't be real.

"Okay then," the boy said pulling himself to his feet. Thomas only registered his voice. He knew that too.

100% British. 1000% Sarcastic. And, at this moment, more than a little bit annoyed too.

He brushed past Thomas who just continued to stare at him in a state of shock and wonder. He must have been concerned for Thomas though because he looked back. "You alright mate?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine" Thomas replied shaking his head and trying to bring himself back to reality. The boy went to walk away again but Thomas, on remembering that the whole mess was his own fault, grabbed his arm. Maybe not the smartest decision, but the boy didn't pull away which was a plus. He didn't look all that pleased either though, so Thomas dropped his hand. "Sorry about that, I should've been looking where I was going."

"No problem" the boy said and began to walk away. Thomas watched him until he remembered the kind of major fact that he knew this guy who he was sure he had never met once in his life.

"Hey, wait what's your name?" Thomas called after the boy with a sinking feeling he already knew the answer. The boy turned to him one last time in annoyance.

"It's Newt". Then he was gone, disappearing around a corner.

 Newt. Well that was just shucking brilliant.