ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Thirty Six

Newt lays with his head in Thomas's lap outside. The snow has just disappeared and the sun is out, although it's still only around forty degrees. Newt shivers.

"Why the hell did you think it was a good idea to come out here?" Newt asks bitterly. "It's freezing! Literally!"

"Not literally," Thomas says. "It may be cold but it's not that cold."

"I'm cold." Newt says.

"Maybe that's because you refuse to wear a jacket." Thomas says. "You don't even wear long-sleeved shirts!"

"They're bothersome." Newt says. "And jackets are a waste of time."

"Mhm, okay." Thomas says. He pulls Newt up and wraps his arms around him. "You ARE cold." Thomas says. "Will you please put on a jacket? I don't want to have you freezing to death."

Newt leans back so his head rests on Thomas's shoulder. "No. You're warm enough. I don't need a jacket too."

"If you weren't so adorable, I'd make you get off." Thomas says.

"I'm not adorable." Newt says.

"Then get off." Thomas says.

"No." He says.

"Yeah." Thomas says, hugging him closer. "That's what I thought."

"Why can't we just go inside?" Newt asks.

"Because." Thomas says. He kisses his cheek. "Jeez, why are you so cold!?"

"Because you made me come out here!" Newt cries.

"I'm not that cold." Thomas says.

"Yeah, well, you run warm." Newt says.

"How would you know?" Thomas says.

"What does that even mean?" Newt asks, sighing.

"I honestly don't know." Thomas says. "I should think things before I say them."

"Yeah, you really should." Newt agrees. He sighs. "I want a drink."

"I distinctly remember you swearing off alcohol forever." Thomas says.

Newt waves his hand. "I was young then. It's fine."

"You're still young." Thomas says.

"Not really, Tommy." Newt says. "I'm older, at least."

Thomas chuckles softly. "No drinking."

"I was kidding anyway." Newt says. He closes his eyes. "I'm tired."

"Me too." Thomas says.

"Then let's go inside." Newt says. "It's warm in bed."

"Newt, I swear-" Thomas starts but Newt pulls him up, making him stop mid-sentence. "Newt, what the hell?"

"We're going inside." He says. "Come on."

He takes his hand and pulls him inside and up the stairs.

"It wasn't that cold." Thomas says.

"It was cold." Newt says. "And anyway, bed is definitely warmer." Newt grabs his blanket and wraps it around himself. "But fine, freeze to death and leave me all alone. Whatever. I don't care."

Thomas reluctantly hops on the bed too. Newt hugs him, putting the blanket around both of them.

"See?" Newt says. "Better."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Thomas says but he pulls him closer.

The next day, Newt and Thomas stand by their lockers when Teresa walks up to them.

"Hi, boys." She says.

"No." Newt says.

"I'm sorry?" Teresa says.

"No." Newt says again. "Go away."

"Newt, be nice." Thomas says, laughing slightly. "What do you want, Teresa?"

"You know what I want." She says.

Thomas looks at her. "Excuse me?"

"Go out with me." She says.

"Teresa," Thomas says. "No."

Then, she leans forward and kisses him. Newt watches her, eyes widen. Thomas pushes her off of him.

"Teresa, what the hell!?" Thomas cries. Newt looks seconds away from punching her. Thomas grabs his hand. "Alright, we're leaving." He drags Newt down the hall and away.

"I could have taken her." Newt says.

"Yes, that's the problem." Thomas says.

"Tommy, you have to let me punch her." Newt says. "Just once."

"No." Thomas says.

"But she kissed you!" He cries. "I can't just let her-"

"Hey," Thomas says. "Relax, okay? She's gone. I'll make sure of it. Just relax."

"I can't just-" Newt starts.

Thomas kisses him, cutting him off. Newt kisses him back, putting his hands in his hair. Thomas puts his hands on Newt's waist, pulling him closer. Thomas pulls away, breathing heavily.

"I didn't kiss her back." Thomas says. "She kissed me. It's okay."

"I hate her." Newt says angrily.

"I know." Thomas says. "Me too." He takes his hand. "But come on, we have to go to class."

After school, Newt sits in Thomas's spinny chair, still mad.

"I really want to punch her." He says. "It's not fair. She shouldn't just get to kiss you and get away with it. Only I get to kiss you. Anyone else who does dies. Or at least, that's how it should be. She should die. And I should kill her. I could run her over with a car, or I could get a gun, or-"

"Woah, hey, Newt, calm down." Thomas says. "There's no need for murder. No need for death."

"Yes, Tommy, there is." Newt says, a manic look in his eye.

"Okay, you're freaking me out a little bit." Thomas says. He gets up and walks over to him. "No. Murder. Promise?"

"No." Newt says. "I do not promise."

Thomas sighs. "Newt, you can't just walk around killing people."

"Well, she can't just walk around kissing people!" He says.

"Calm down." Thomas says.

"I can't just calm down!" He cries. "All I have to do is kill her, then she'd be gone. Taken care of." He smiles slightly. "That'd be nice. Murder is nice."

"No. Murder." Thomas says again. "No murder. She kissed me once. It's okay."

"It's not okay." Newt says. "If she kissed you once, she dies once. Or gets stabbed once. Something along those lines, you know? Yeah, you get it."

"Oh my god." Thomas says. "No stabbing. No murder. No...hit and runs. No shooting. Nothing that results in death or near-death."

"Oh, it'd result in death." He says evilly.

"Okay, you're creeping me out." Thomas says. "Just come lay down and forget about her."

"When she's dead." He says.

"Nope." Thomas says. "Nope. Nope. Nope."

He grabs Newt's hands and pulls him up and makes him sit on the bed. Newt lays down. He looks at Thomas, who lays down next to him. He puts a hand on his cheek and kisses him. Newt leans against him, putting a hand in his hair.

"It's not fair that she-" Newt starts.

"Don't." Thomas says. "Just don't."

And he kisses him again.

A/N: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. Anyway, thanks for reading. Love you all. <3. 

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