ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Eight

Newt knows he shouldn't have lied to his mom. He knows that he should have told her the truth. But he didn't. He sighs, laying on his bed. His phone rings. Newt's chest tightens even though he's pretty sure it's just Thomas. 

He picks up his phone. He was right. It's Thomas.

"Hey, Tommy." He says. 

"Hey," He says. 

"You didn't have to go, you know." Newt says. "My mom likes you."

"Yeah, I know." Thomas says. "But still."

Newt gets up out of his bed. "I want to see you." He says, leaning against the wall. 

"Come over then." Thomas says.

"I can't." Newt says. "I just saw you. My mom would be suspicious."

"I'll come over and pretend I forgot something." Thomas says. "And then I'll just stay."

Newt laughs. "If you must."

"Kay, see you in a sec." He says.

Newt laughs again. "Okay."

He hangs up and walks down the stairs. Lizzy looks at him. 

"Hey." She says. 

Then, Thomas walks in. 

"Um..." Lizzy says. "Hi, Thomas."

"Hey, Lizzy." He says. "I just forgot something. I think I left it upstairs."

"Do you now?" Lizzy asks, hands on her hips. 

Thomas looks at her. "Wh-"

"You're dating him." Lizzy says. "And he won't tell me the truth."

Thomas's mouth opens. "Lizzy, I-"

She pokes him. "Shut up. Just tell me the truth."

He looks at Newt. Newt sighs but nods.

"Yeah, I mean, I guess so." He says, putting his hands up. 

"So why do you really want to go upstairs?" She says.

"I-I-I-" Thomas stutters. 

Lizzy gives him a look. "Alright then." She walks away.

Newt lets out a laugh. "Oh my god."

"Well, I mean, she was right." Thomas says. 

"Still." Newt says. He slips in hand into Thomas's. "Come on."

They walk up the stairs.

"I probably did leave something here." Thomas says. "I mean, I usually do."

"Yeah, this is actually your hoodie." Newt says, pulling on the fabric. 

Thomas laughs. "Maybe I should just take it then, so your mom isn't suspicious."

"I'm not wearing a shirt under it." He says.

"Even better." Thomas says.

Newt laughs but hits his arm. "Shut up."

Thomas laughs too. "Fine."

Newt kisses him, wrapping his arms around his waist. "I honestly cannot believe Lizzy." He says. 

"She's cute." Thomas says. 

Newt rolls his eyes. "She just yelled at you for only coming upstairs to make out with me."

Thomas shrugs. "Was she wrong?"

"Just because something is true doesn't mean it needs to be said." Newt says. 

Thomas laughs. "Okay." He kisses him again. "But she really wasn't wrong."

Newt leans against the window in the bus, thinking. He presses his head against the glass. 

"What are you thinking about?" Thomas asks quietly. 

"I don't want to talk about it." Newt says.

"You can't just never talk to me, Newt." Thomas says. "Whatever this is, it's clearly hurting you. I don't like watching you in pain."

"I'm..." Newt sighs. "Tommy, I just really don't want to talk about it."

Thomas puts a hand on his cheek, making him look at him. "Newt. You have to talk to me."

Newt looks at him. "I can't. You wouldn't understand."

"You don't know that." Thomas says.

"I do." Newt says. "I know you will not understand this."

Thomas looks at him, hurt. "Please, just talk to me."

Newt shakes his head. "I can't." He says. He gets up as the bus pulls to a stop. "I'll talk to you later."

That afternoon, Thomas waits for Newt in front of the school. He sees Newt walk past, his hood drawn over his head. Thomas stops him.

"Newt, wait!" He says, grabbing his arm. 

Newt looks up. His face is tear-stained. "Just leave me alone, Tommy."

"Newt, what is wrong?" Thomas asks. 

"I'M FINE!" He shouts. "I'M FINE SO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Thomas looks at him, shocked.  "Newt, I-"

"Shut up." He says quietly, a fresh tear falling down his face. "Just leave me alone."

Newt pulls away from his grasp and walks away, leaving Thomas to watch him walk away.

Later, Newt lays in his bed watching TV on his computer, covers drawn around him. Then his door opens.  He wipes at his eyes, sitting up. 

"Hello?" He says hoarsely. It's Thomas. "Tommy, go away."

"I can't." He says, sitting on the edge of the boys bed. He shuts his computer. "You are upset. And I don't know what's wrong, but I need to know so I can help."

Newt sits up. "You can't help, Tommy. You can't. You think you can, but I know you can't. I love you for trying, but you can't."

Thomas looks at him. "But-"

"Tommy, just stop, okay?" Newt says. He looks exhausted. "I need you to just stop."

Thomas crawls into the covers too. 

"Tommy, what are you doing?" He asks wearily. 

"If you don't want to talk about it, fine." He says. "But I'm staying."

He puts an arm around the other boy and Newt gives in, leaning against him. 

Thomas kisses him and Newt kisses him back. Then, he pulls away. Tears well in his eyes.

"Damn it, I'm sorry." He says, pressing the palm of his hand to his eye. 

"No, don't be sorry." Thomas says. 

He runs his hands through his hair. He sniffs. "I'm sorry. I'm fine."

"You're not." Thomas says. "But it's okay."

Newt takes a deep breath. "I'm good. Now, either watch TV with me or leave."

"I'll stay." He says. "I'd do anything with you."

Newt scoffs. "You're so annoying."

Thomas laughs. "I know."

A/N: Hello. I would just like to say that season 17 of Grey's may actually be the saddest thing on this planet. Besides the Death Cure of course. Thanks for reading. Love you all. <3.