𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 || 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚞

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍!

𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛!

"Oh hey, boys," Jacky greeted the boys.

Newt waved at Thomas' mother shyly, Thomas gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked in. The blonde was a little bit hesitant even if it was the second time he entered their big house.

"You will stay here for ever?"

Newt let out a giggle at Jacky's comment, but eventually went in. He took off his shoes and placed them in it's place, Thomas was waiting for him patiently.

"You guys can go upstairs, I'll make dinner. Newt you're okay with spaghetti, right?"

The blonde boy just nodded and smiled politely. The brunet nodded as well and pulled Newt's arm. The boy got startled and it hurt his arm because of a cut his mother gave him a while ago.
He hissed and winced slightly.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Thomas asked.

The blonde just shook his head and let Thomas lead him into his room, with him following behind. The taller boy already let go of his arm, feeling him tense and shake slightly.

"You think we can do homework?"

"You really think we're going to do homework?"

Thomas was shocked by his question. He thought of Newt and him maybe talking and playing video games.

"I'm sorry, I just... I thought you were going to- No nothing," Newt stuttered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"You thought I'll use you for homework? Huh, nice," Thomas said while laughing.

Newt bit his lip. He went red and his eyes were about to tear up, not knowing why. He felt dumb for asking him that question, he just wished he could delete it from his memory notebook.

"Hey, I wasn't going to use you, hello? I invited you to come with me to the cinema, I- hey, are you okay?"

A tear fell down Newt's eyes, wich Thomas noticed even though he was looking down at his shoes. He remembered the time Gally used to invite him, but that stopped when Newt noticed he was going to do something. He remembered every cruel things people did to him.

"I'm sorry, that was dumb, can I use the bathroom?" Newt asked.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, just, the bathroom please," Newt said, wiping a few tears away.

Thomas had a pleading look in his face. He wanted to help the boy so badly, but the blonde just won't let him. He gestured with his finger the door two doors beside his room.

"Thank you," Newt muttered.

He quickly walked away and opened the door to the bathroom. The blonde felt the cut on his arm bleed again while he was washing his hands to cool down a little bit. He pulled his shirt up until it was met with the bloody cut.

His shirt was soaked on that place and it was very obvious, since he was wearing a light blue one. He sighed, the cut kept bleeding, so he grabbed some of the toilet paper and placed it on the wound. His tears were falling down like a river as if he would be drown in a lake in a few minutes.