ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Thirty Eight

Newt wakes up with a start. He checks his clock. It's about ten minutes before three. He groans. This sleep thing is so overrated. He watches the fan spin, spacing out slightly. Then, his phone rings. He picks it up. 

"Hello?" He says, trying to pretend like he just woke up. 

"Hi." It's Thomas.

"Why are you calling me at three?" He asks.

"I knew you wouldn't actually sleep." Thomas replies. 

Newt sighs. "This is why I love you."

"Wanna come over?" Thomas asks.

"Tommy, it's still three in the morning." Newt says. 

"So?" Thomas says. 

Newt smiles even though Thomas can't see. "Alright, Tommy. I'll come over."

Soon, they both sit on Thomas's bed.

"This feels so illegal." Newt says, looking around. Thomas laughs. "Tommy, shush! You'll wake someone!" 

"Oh, nobody cares." He says.  He kisses him. "Besides, I'm perfectly willing to shut up."

"Is that right?" Newt says. "Because that hardly ever happens."

"Yeah, well," He says. "You should be happy."

"Mmm." Newt says, leaning closer. "Should I be?"

"Yeah," Thomas says quietly. He moves closer to their lips brush when he talks. "You should."

Newt inhales sharply. "Tommy, I-"

Then Thomas moves, closing the gap between them. Newt slides a hand under his shirt and rests it on his chest. Thomas's heart beats faster.  He pulls Newt into his lap, putting his hands on his hips. 

Newt pulls away, breathing heavily. "I really shouldn't be here." He pants. "But then again..."

Thomas puts his hands in the other boys hair. "Personally, I think that you should stay. And if you're bored, I have some ideas of how to pass the time."

Newt looks at him. "Yeah?" He says, his breath slowing. "I guess I'll have to stick around then."

And he reconnects their lips. 

The next morning, Newt wakes up in Thomas's arms. 

"Fuck." He says. "Tommy, wake up."

Thomas wakes, gasping. "What? Oh. It's just you." 

"I fell asleep." Newt says. "That wasn't a part of the plan."

"A lot of things weren't a part of the plan." Thomas says. "And yet we did them anyway."

Newt rolls his eyes. "That's not even true. I have to go." He kisses Thomas, his lips lingering against his. He sighs. Then he sits up straight, shaking his head. "I really have to go."

The next day at lunch, Newt sits with his head in one hand, elbow on the table. His eyes fall closed and his arm slips. He straightens up. Brenda looks at him.

"Why are you so tired?" She asks. "Did Thomas keep you up all night?"

"Yeah," Newt says. Then his eyes widen. "I mean, not like that, I mean not not like that, but-oh forget it." He rests his head on the table. 

Brenda laughs. "Thomas? Care to clarify?"

"Not particularly." Thomas says. 

Brenda looks between them. "Mhm, okay."

Thomas rolls his eyes. "Brenda, shut up."

"Well, moving on, you-" Her eyes move to Newt. "Is he alive?" 

"No." Newt mumbles. "My head hurts."

"Awe." Brenda says mockingly. "Do you need Thomas to kiss it better?"

"Brenda, stop it." Newt mutters. 

Thomas kisses his head anyway. Newt sighs happily. 

"God, you're so cute." Thomas says, running a hand through his hair.

Newt sits up, rubbing his eyes. 

 "Is he dying?" Brenda asks. "He looks like he's dying."

"I feel like it." Newt says.

"Jesus, Thomas," Brenda says. "You broke him."

"Why is this my fault?!" Thomas says.

"You're the only one he's ever with!" Brenda says.

Newt sways slightly in his seat but doesn't say anything. Thomas kisses him softly. 

"Do you have a fever?" Thomas says. "You seem like you have a fever."

"Maybe he is dying." Brenda says. 

"He's fine." Thomas says. "You're fine, right? And he's not dying. That I do know."

Newt hums something quietly. 

Brenda looks at him. "Hmm..."

"He's fine." Thomas says, shooting a look at Brenda. "Newt? You good?"

"Mmm..." Newt says. "Possibly." 

Thomas kisses his temple. "Alright."

"I think he's sick." Brenda says. "I mean, I think he's dying. But you said not to say that anymore. So..."

"He's not dying, Brenda." Thomas says. 

"I'm inclined to agree with her." Newt says, putting his head back down on the table. 

"You're not dying." Thomas says. "He's not dying. No one is dying."

"I might be dying." Newt says. 

Thomas sighs. "Help me, Brenda."

"I agree with him." She says. 

"Do you want to go home?" Thomas asks him.

"No." Newt says. "I may be dying, but I'm fine."

Thomas sighs. "Alright."

After school, Thomas makes Newt come to his house. 

"Tommy, I'm telling you, I'm okay!" Newt says. 

Thomas kisses his forehead. "Nope. You have a fever. Now lay down or no more kisses."

Newt scowls. "You're mean." But he reluctantly lays down, arms folded. 

Thomas runs a hand through his hair. "I know. But I love you. This is for your own good."

"BUT I'M FINE!" He shouts. He winces. "Ow."

"Mhm." Thomas says. "Just rest, okay?"

"No, Tommy, I have things to do!" He says. "Important things."

"And what important things are those?" Thomas asks.

"Homework." Newt says.

"You can do that later." Thomas says. "Please. Just go to sleep. For me."

"You suck." Newt says.

"I know." Thomas says. "I love you."

"I love you too." He grumbles.

A/N: Hi. I have nothing to say. I love you all. Thanks for reading. <3.