A.N Hi everyone! I'm so sorry about this massive break- I've been super busy with life and other non important stuff 🙄 Jumping right back into it tho x
Three hours into their car ride, and Thomas felt sick.
It was dark outside, the first few strands of sunlight trying desperately to creep through the stuffy black sky.
The air was hot and heavy, and he sat on the back seat, back straight, staring straight ahead.
He kept hearing voices when he tried to nap.
At first they sounded like Brenda, and they were quiet, like mumbles in the back of his head.
Then came Minho's- whose voice was louder and sharper and cut through his brain, accompanied by a splitting headache.
None of the others heard it, or if they did, they were hiding it well.
For now though, it had gone quiet, and all he could hear was the scratching engine of the truck, and Newt's soft breathing in his ear.
Brenda was behind the wheel, Minho in the passenger seat, Newt and Thomas in the first two seats, and Frypan and Sonya in the back.
Everyone bar Brenda and Thomas was asleep, the soft hum of drowsy breathing floated through the truck as it made its way through the bumpy desert in the early dawn darkness.
The voices in Thomas's head were quiet for now, but nothing could stop the painful, heavy lump of anxiety that sat in his stomach, a barricade that was barring him from sleep.
Newt's head was resting on his shoulder, his golden hair tickling Thomas's chin, his skin glowing in the faded early light.
The thought of something ever happening to Newt, the thought of something bringing the two boys apart again, that was what was keeping sleep at bay.
Thomas couldn't enjoy these blissful moment with the Newt... the boy he loved, for fear of these very moments coming to an end.
Stupid psychology, really, and yet...
'I'm right here Thomas.'
It was Brenda.
As the humming engine, Newt's delicate snores and the gentle morning heat lulled Thomas into a lilac blurred world of sleep, he didn't really process her slightly strange words.
She must be able to tell that I'm worrying.
He thought
She was always good at that.
So Thomas just mumbled vague words of gratitude, as he felt the long-awaited drowsiness settling around his shoulders.
Sleep pulled Thomas into an easy world of dreaming.
He didn't even notice that Brenda's lips had not moved.
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FanfictionNewt is dead. He's gone. But Thomas still believes that one day he'll show up with his blonde hair and stupid grin. No one believes him. Until one fateful day, when everything changes. Thomas must embark on a dangerous journey that will open old wou...
