Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Four

Thomas pov

My eyes start to droop as I scan the endless words on the pages. "Are you tired?" Newt asks, his voice soft and gentle.

"Hmm? Oh no I'm fine," I mutter, my eyelids are heavy and my head keeps slipping off my hand which it rests on.

"No, you look really tired. I should get going anyways," Newt says, gathering his papers and grabbing all the books off of my bed. I perk up a bit at this, I realize that I don't want Newt to leave, not yet anyways.

"Are you sure?" I ask, a small part of me hoping he'll stay all night.

"Yeah I have to get up early...so maybe I'll see you again sometime?"

My heart skips a beat, "yeah, I'd like that. I really appreciate all the help tonight, but I'm going to need a lot more," we both laugh at this.

"Okay. Goodnight Thomas," Newt says quietly, his eyes finally meeting mine. A small smile spreads across his face and I swear I can feel my heart swell, returning his smile a small blush rises on his cheeks.

"Goodnight Newt, be careful getting home."

"I will," and with that he left, shutting the door behind him and leaving me to lay in silence, thinking about everything that happened tonight.

My thoughts are interrupted a few minutes later as the door flies open. I sit up hoping that Newt came back, deciding to stay. Instead I find a smirking Minho.

"What?" I snap at him. He shuts the door and chuckles.

"Someone's in a mood," he says, plopping onto his bed and looking at me.

"Why are you so smirky? What happened?"

"I ran into Newtie in the hallway," he says. My eyes go wide, "he was all smiley and nervous. What happened?"

I can feel my cheeks heating up once again, "what? Uh-nothing. Nothing happened!"

"Do you like him?" Minho asks, suddenly serious.

"Yeah, I mean he's nice," I say, avoiding the real question and his eyes, pretending to be very interested in the clothes on the floor.

"You know that's not what I mean Thomas...so do you?"

Meeting his eyes I sigh, "yeah...yeah I do."

"Are you gunna tell him?"

I look at him and almost laugh, "are you crazy?"

Minho furrows his eyebrows. "No. If you like him why don't you just tell him?" He asks resting his elbows on his knees.

"Minho, would you tell a girl you just met that you like her? No. And Newt is different...fragile, shy. I don't want to scare him away." I look to the floor and sigh.

"This time it's different isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, this time I'm the one furrowing my eyebrows.

"I mean, usually if you like a guy you get over in like a day or after like one date, you're flirty and try to charm them...but with Newt you're nervous, quiet, shy. I can tell you really like him."

This time I don't answer, I just lay flat on my back and let the words he just said sink in.

"He likes you too ya know," Minho says quietly.

"He does?" I look over to Minho who is covering himself with a blanket.

"Yeah," Minho says, "here." He leans over and hands me a folded piece of paper. Furrowing my eyebrows I unfold it, Newt's name with a phone number under it is written in sloppy handwriting.

"Thanks Minho," I whisper.

"No problem, but since I got his number you better make you move dude," he laughs rolls to face the wall then once again I'm stuck in silence, left to think about Newt, the note clutched in my hand.

Newt pov

I close Thomas's door behind me and let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding in. Thomas had told me to be careful getting home, just thinking about it makes my heart swell.

I walk down the hallway but when I round the corner I was looking to my feet and I almost run right into someone. "Oh my god I'm sorry," I say.

"It's fine Newtie," I look up and Minho smiles at me. "Heading home?"

"Yeah, it's kind late so uh..."

"No I get it," Minho chuckles, "so are you coming over tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure, I guess that's up to Thomas," I chuckle.

"Okay, I'm sure he'll text you."

Then it hits me, "oh crap! I never gave him my number."

"Here give it to me and I'll pass it along."

I nod and rip a corner off a page in my notebook. After scribbling my name and number I fold it in half and give it to Minho. "Thanks Minho. I'll see you around."

"Anytime bro, see ya!" He runs down the hallway and I push open the door and step out into the cool air.

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My eyes flutter open and I groan, I dreamt about Thomas. In my dream we were at the library and every time I tried to talk to him somebody would run up and interrupt us and eventually Thomas left with one of them and I was left alone.

If anything it was kind of eye opening, I know that I can never actually be with Thomas. Him being outgoing and me being so shy and awkward, it would never work. I might as well just break it off now, not that we really have anything to break off. But we better not study anymore.

Sighing I slip into normal clothes and grab my bag. Just as I shut the door to my dorm the phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey Newt, it's Thomas." I can almost hear his smile.

"Hey Thomas," I say quietly.

"So...I was wondering if you could come over again tonight, or maybe we could study at the library?"

"Y-yeah, that sounds good. I'll see you then."

"Okay! Bye Newt."

"Bye Thomas." I hang up and sigh. There goes my plan of staying away from him.

a/n: sorry it took me so long to update! My wrist is really bothering me so I'm trying not to use my ipod too much! Also this chapter kind of sucks:/ but I promise the next one will be better! I love you all thank you so so much for over 100 reads already!!<3 Xx McKenna.