ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Three

"Tommy, jesus christ, I'm fine." Newt says. 

Thomas bites his lip. Newt looks at him.

"Tommy," He says. "Calm down." He puts his hands on the boys shoulders.

Thomas's breathing quickens. 

"That's the opposite of what I said." Newt says. 

"That's not why..." Thomas shakes his head. "Right. Sorry."

Newt smiles softly. "Tommy..."

Thomas tries to control his breathing but his heart is beating really fast. "I'm okay."

Newt chuckles. "Alright. I'll see you after history."

"Mhm, right." Thomas says. 

As Newt rounds the corner, Thomas sinks to the floor, pressing his back against the wall, heart pounding. His head spins and he feels dizzy. He closes his eyes. Why does Newt make him feel so weird? So...anxious. Panicky. Jumpy.

He gets up and walks to Science, sitting next to Brenda.

"You okay?" She asks. "Your face is really red."

"I just..." He sighs. "I think you're right."

"I always am." Brenda says. "What about this time?"

"I think...I think I might like Newt." He says. 

"Well, duh." She says.

"I-I get all red and nervous when I'm around him and I feel like I've lost a lot of blood." He says. 

Brenda looks at him. "Awe, Thomas. You're in love."

"No!" Thomas says. "It's just a crush! I'll get over it!"

Brenda sighs. "Okay. If you say so."

Thomas taps his fingers anxiously on the desk. He will get over the other boy, won't he? He has to. Of course he will. Thomas shakes his head. Yeah. Of course he will. 

That day at lunch, Newt sits with his head resting on his arm.

"Newt?" Thomas says, walking over to him. "You good?"

"I like the sun." He says. "It's really warm."

"Um." Thomas says. "Yes. It's kind of the hottest thing in the universe. So yeah, it's warm."

Newt hums contentedly. Thomas's heart melts. He's just so adorable. 

"Are you sure your arm is okay?" Thomas asks. 

"I'm fine. It barely hurt in the moment." Newt says. He closes his eyes. "I think winter shouldn't exist."

Thomas laughs. "It's winter right now."

"I know." Newt says. "That's my point. It is weirdly warm, though, so that's nice."

Thomas looks at the other boy, tilting his head. His dirty blond hair hangs around his face. His hoodie sleeves are pulled a little bit over his hands. He has just a few freckles across his nose, but only if you look closely. Thomas has honestly never seen anyone more perfect. 

Then, the lunch bell rings and Newt sits up, blinking.

"Well, I guess I have to go to class." Newt says, frowning. 

Thomas smiles slightly. "Yeah. See you."

"Bye, Tommy." He says and walks away, leaving Thomas to watch him. 

That afternoon after school, Thomas sits cross-legged on his bed and Newt lays beside him. They both have the same sheet of math homework in front of them. Newt plays with his pencil, his tongue out just a little bit. He scribbles something on the paper. He bites his lip. He writes something and drops the pencil.

"Done." He proclaims.

"You're so smart, it's annoying." Thomas says. "I'm only halfway done."

Newt sits up and leans against Thomas, making sparks shoot through his arm. "Okay, give me your pencil."

Thomas does and their fingers brush, making him turn red.

Newt writes on the other boys page, finishing it for him.

"Wh-I didn't ask you to do it for me!" Thomas says, setting both their papers aside. 

"I like math." Newt says. "It wasn't a problem."

Thomas really wants to kiss him but he knows he can't. If only he were less cute.

Newt gets off the bed and sits in the spinny chair.

"That's how you cut yourself yesterday." Thomas says. 

"Yeah, but I like it." He says, leaning his head back as he spins, laughing. 

Thomas smiles. He can hardly deny him something when he looks so goddamn cute. Newt throws his arms in the air, giggling. Thomas bites his lip. 

"Come on, Tommy." He says. "Do it with me."

"There's only one chair." He says.

"Come sit with me." He says, leaning on the arm. "There's room."

Thomas is nearly positive he'd lose his mind if they were that close. But he agrees. 

They sit in the chair together, half in each other's laps. 

"Okay," Newt says and he spins the chair.

Thomas grips the arm tightly. Newt links their arms together. 

"You don't have to be so nervous." Newt says. "It's not actually that fast."

Thomas chuckles nervously, not wanting to tell Newt why he's really so nervous.

"Yeah..." He says. "I know."

Newt grins and Thomas's heart beats faster. 

"Then, relax." He says.

Thomas takes a deep breath. "Right. Right."

Newt pushes his hand against the desk again and they spin faster and Thomas lets himself forget how in love he is for just a minute.

That night, Thomas sits up in bed around ten, thinking. About Newt, mostly. He wants to kiss him more than he'd prefer. Then, his phone rings. Brenda.

"Hey, Bren." He says.

"Hey," She says, her electronic voice crackling in his ear.

"What's up?" He asks.

"I want to find out if Newt likes you." She says.

"Oh god." He says. "Oh god. Please don't. Honestly, I don't know if I could take it if I lost him. He's my best friend. He has been since we were six. I can't lose him. Not because of a stupid shucking crush."

Brenda sighs. "Thomas...I'm nearly positive he likes you, anyway. That boy only has eyes for you. It's actually quite annoying."

Thomas chuckles. "I wish that were true." He says, putting his hands in his pockets.

"It is, Thomas." She says. "Please let me do this for you."

"No, Brenda." Thomas says. "But if you could get him to stop being so adorable, that'd be great. It's really hard not to kiss him when he does that."

Brenda laughs. "Sorry, Thomas. That I can't do."

Thomas laughs too. "I know. I know." He sighs. "Why do I have to have a crush on my best friend?"

"That's what happens, Thomas." She says. "You spend enough time with someone, it's easy to fall in love."

"Yeah, but why him?" Thomas asks. 

Brenda sighs. "Listen, Thomas, just talk to him, okay? I have to go."

"Bye." He says.

"Bye." And she hangs up.

A/N: Hello. I, um, have nothing to say. So...Newtmas. Yeah. Thanks for reading. Love y'all. <3. K bye.