ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Thirty One

"Tommy!" Newt shouts, running over to him after school. "Tommy, I passed my math test!"

Newt jumps into his arms, hugging him.

"Nice job." Thomas says, laughing softly. "Why are you so happy? You always pass those tests."

Newt shrugs. "I dunno."

Thomas kisses him softly. "Alright."

Newt slips his hand into Thomas's. He kisses his cheek.

Later, the pair of them lay on Thomas's bed, arms around each other. Thomas runs his hand up and down his arm.

"We should go somewhere." Newt says, looking at him.

"Where?" Thomas asks.

"I dunno," Newt says. "Somewhere with cupcakes. I want cupcakes."

"Alright." Thomas says. "We can get cupcakes."

"Tommy, isn't three cupcakes a bit much?" Newt asks.

"I want to try them all!" Thomas defends. "You're the one who brought me here."

Newt chuckles. "Fair enough."

Thomas smiles as they sit down at a small table.

"I bet I can eat a whole one in one bite." Thomas says.

"Don't you dare." Newt says. "Knowing you, you'd probably choke."

Thomas laughs. "Yeah, you're right. Bad idea."

"Really bad idea." Newt says.

Thomas looks at Newt. "You're really hot." Newt chuckles, shaking his head. "What? It's true." Thomas says.

Newt looks at him. "Tommy," He says. "Shut up."

Thomas laughs. "Do you want me to lie?"

"I want you to shut up." Newt says, laughing slightly himself. Thomas just takes of a bite of the cupcake, smiling. "I hate you." Newt says, shaking his head. "I really bloody hate you."

"Why is it so bad to say that you're hot?" Thomas asks.

"Reasons." Newt says.

"And those are...?" Thomas asks.

"Reasonable reasons." Newt says.

Thomas smirks. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, now shut up." Newt says, folding his arms. "Or I'll make you."

"You do that." Thomas says. "I'd probably enjoy it."

Newt looks at him. "Bloody hell, Tommy. Why won't you just shut up?"

"You're too hot not to point it out," Thomas says. "That's why."

Newt rolls his eyes. "You suck."

"I could." Thomas says.

Newt looks at him, mouth open. "You did not just say that."

Thomas shrugs. "Guess I did."

"I swear to fucking god, Thomas." Newt says. "Why do you have to make everything dirty?"

"Because it's better that way." Thomas says.

Newt gives him a look. "No. No, it is not."

"Well, whatever." Thomas says. "There's no way I'm stopping."

"Of course there isn't." Newt says, sighing.

Later, Newt rests his head in Thomas's lap. They sit on Newt's bed. Newt plays with Thomas's fingers. Thomas leans over and kisses him.

"Tommy, no." Newt says.

"Why not?" Thomas complains, frowning.

"Why not not?" Newt says.

"Don't double negative me." Thomas says. "All I want is to kiss you."

"That is not all you want." Newt says.

"Yes, it is." Thomas says. "Please?"

Newt sighs, shaking his head but he sits up and kisses him. He sits in his lap and puts his hands in his hair. Thomas wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Better?" Newt asks, smirking.

"Yeah, a lot better." Thomas says, smiling when Newt kisses him again.

The next day, Newt sits in Thomas's spinny chair.

"I bet I could stand up and spin." Newt says.

"Don't you dare." Thomas says.

"I'm gonna do it." Newt says.

He stands up in the chair, putting his hands on the arm rests as he stands up. He tries to spin but the chair falls over and Newt falls out. He lands on his wrist and hits his head.

"OW!" He gasps, pressing his the palm of his hand to his head.

Thomas jumps off the bed and sits next to him.

"Oh my god." Thomas says. "I cannot believe you."

"Tommy, it hurt." Newt says. "I think I broke my wrist."

Thomas gently takes his wrist and Newt winces.

"I don't think it's broken." Thomas says. "But come on, let's go put a bandage on it."

Thomas takes his good hand and helps him up. Newt nearly falls over.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Thomas asks.

"Yeah," Newt breathes. "Just a little dizzy."

"You hit your head, didn't you?" Thomas says.

Newt nods. "But I'm fine."

Thomas touches the side of his head and Newt cries out. Then, he bites his lip.

"Nope," Newt says. "Fine. Totally fine."

"You are such an idiot." Thomas says. "Come sit down." Thomas makes him sit down on the edge of his bed. "Are you okay?" Thomas asks.

"I'm okay." Newt says. "Everything just hurts."

Thomas kisses his forehead. "Yeah. Well, at least you didn't break anything. But this is why I told you not to do that. I told you it was a bad idea. I knew you would get hurt."

"I'm okay, Tommy." Newt says. "See?" He moves his wrist but then he winces. "Hmm, maybe not so okay."

Thomas looks at him. "I love you, but you really are an idiot sometimes."

A tear falls down his cheek. "Fuck," Newt says. "No. I'm fine. Just ignore me."

"Newt, I can't ignore you." Thomas says. He brushes away his tear. "Lay down, okay?"

Newt sighs but rests his head on Thomas's pillow. Thomas lays down too, wrapping his arms around him. Newt leans back, letting his head rest on Thomas's shoulder.

"Thanks, Tommy." He says quietly.

"Of course." Thomas says. "Though I'd prefer not to have to do it again."

"Yeah, me too." Newt says.

Thomas kisses his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too."

A/N: I asked my sister what I should do in my story and she said "something sexy" and I was like "...." and then she was like, "I meant in your book." and I was like, "Yeah, I fucking hope so." Anyway, thanks for reading. I love you all.