ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Thirteen

Newt wakes up the next morning with a terrible headache. He groans.

"I regret all my life choices." He says.

Thomas sits up. "I know."

"That was stupid." He says. "Why is anyone an alcoholic?"

Thomas chuckles. "Come on. Let's go eat something."

"No." He says, clutching his stomach. "Never again. I just want to lie in bed and die." Then he sits up suddenly. "Oh shit! My mom! Does she know?"

"No." Thomas says. "Don't worry. I took care of it. Lizzy does, though."

Newt groans again. "God. Never let me go to parties ever again."

"Come on." Thomas says. He takes his hand and pulls him up.

"I hate everyone and everything." He says. "My head hurts and my stomach hurts and my limbs hurt."

"That's called a hangover." Thomas says. He threads an arm around the other boys waist.

"Ugh." Newt says, leaning against Thomas. "Can I PLEASE stay home today?"

"No, you gotta go to school." Thomas says. "I'm sorry." He kisses Newt's temple. "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll make breakfast."

"Is that your way of saying I stink?" Newt asks.

"No." Thomas says. "I just think it'd feel good. Now go."

At lunch, Newt stumbles over to the table and puts his head down.

"What's wrong with him?" Teresa asks.

"Hangover." Brenda says. "Presumably."

"I hate you." Newt mumbles.

Thomas puts a hand on his back. "Don't be mean."

"But I do." Newt says. "I hate them both."

Thomas sighs. "Alright."

"I think I'm in love with this table." He says.

"Don't tell Thomas." Brenda says, chuckling.

"Eh." Newt says. "He'll be fine. Besides, this is true love."

"You and that table?" Thomas ask, laughing.

"It lets me sleep." He says. "Which is more than I can say for you."

"Thomas." Brenda says. "How dare you deprive this boy of sleep!"

"Alright." Thomas says. "You wanna skip school? Go home? Let's go."

"Really?" Newt asks.

"Jesus christ, you look exhausted." Brenda comments.

"Yes, really." Thomas says, shooting a look at Brenda. "I'll tell the school you're sick."

"I think I might be." Newt says.

Later, Newt and Thomas sit on his bed. Newt leans against the headboard, eyes closed.

"Who the hell invented alcohol?" Newt asks. "Because I want to kill him."

"I tried to stop you." Thomas says.

"You know that won't work." Newt says. "I'm very stubborn."

"Yes, you are." Thomas says. "I'm going to get some water. I'll be right back."

Newt nods. "Okay."

Newt sighs. He squeezes his eyes shut. Everything hurts. It takes all his willpower not to throw up. He shivers. It's way too cold in the room. Then, Thomas walks back in.

"Take this." He says, handing him a glass of water, and then two pills.

"What is this?" Newt asks. "Are you slipping me drugs, Tommy?"

"It's Advil." Thomas says. "Why would I slip you drugs?"

"I dunno." Newt says, swallowing them. "To get me into bed?"

"Okay, first of all, Jesus christ." Thomas says. "Second of all, you're far more likely to do that."

Newt shrugs. "There's truth in that statement."

Thomas laughs. "I know."

"But I still wouldn't do it." He says.

"Right." Thomas says. "I should hope not."

"No, I wouldn't need to." He says. "Not when I look like this."

Thomas snorts. "Well, that's true, but still."

Newt laughs, then winces. "Bad idea. Laughing is dumb."

Thomas looks at him. "Okay then."

Newt hides a smile. "Shut up!"

Thomas grins, smirking. "Alright."

"Thanks for this." Newt says.

"Feeling better?" Thomas asks.

"Ish." Newt says. "But my entire body still hurts."

Thomas kisses him gently. "I know."

"Don't do that!" Newt says. "When you do that, I have to move. And moving is beyond me right now."

"I'm sorry." Thomas says. "Who would you rather me kiss?"

"No one!" He says. "Shut up!"

"Make me." He says.

"Why are you like this?" Newt says, burying his face in his pillow.

"Oh, hypocrite." Thomas teases.

"Well, I'm sick!" Newt defends.

"You're hungover." Thomas says. "There's a difference."

"It doesn't bloody feel like it." He says, folding his arms.

"I know." Thomas says. "Would more kissing help?"

"Stop trying to kiss me!" Newt says, hitting Thomas with a pillow.

"Hey!" Thomas gasps. "That hurt!"

"You baby." Newt says. "It did not."

"You have a very hard pillow." Thomas says, pouting.

Newt rolls his eyes. "Sure."

Thomas laughs. "You're very cute, you know." He says.

"Oh, I know." Newt says.

Thomas chuckles. "Of course you do."

Thomas kisses him again, softly. Newt doesn't pull away. Then, Thomas breaks apart from him.

"Hey!" Newt says. "Now that I want to kiss you, you won't let me?"

"Haha." Thomas says. "Payback. Karma's a bitch."

"I hate you." Newt says.

"Love you too." Thomas says.

"No." Newt says. "I hate you."

"Awe, fine." Thomas says.

He kisses him again, not pulling away. Newt moves, his arm around Thomas's neck, so he's closer to him. He puts a hand in his hair. Thomas wraps his arms around Newt's waist. Thomas pulls him closer. Newt doesn't want to pull away, but oxygen gets the better of him.

"See?" Newt says. "Everything is stupid."

"That wasn't stupid." Thomas says.

"Breathing is stupid." Newt says.

"Okay." Thomas says. And he kisses him again.

A/N: wow. I write fast when there's no internet. Anyway, thanks for reading. <3.