ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Forty Nine

Newt and Thomas sit on Thomas's bed. 

"I don't want summer to be over." Newt says, frowning.

"There's still two more weeks."  Thomas says. "You don't have to be sad just yet." 

"I don't know about that." Newt says. "There's only two weeks left to kiss you whenever I want to."

"Oh, that's true." Thomas says. "But you know, there's still the weekend. And after school."

"That's barely anything, Tommy." Newt says. 

"Then I guess you better just kiss me now." Thomas says. 

"Yeah, I guess so." Newt says. He turns around and kisses him. "You'd look better without a shirt."

Thomas looks at him. "You...you gotta stop saying things like this." 

"Mmm..." Newt says. "I'd really rather not. And besides, shirts are a waste."

"A waste of what?" Thomas asks.

"Fabric, time, space..." Newt says. "Everything, really."

"Time?" Thomas questions.

"Oh yeah." Newt says. "There's a lot of other things we could do with the time it takes to take the off."

Thomas's eyes widen. "Stop saying these things!" He says.

"Would you rather me do them?" Newt says, smirking.

"That is not-that-it's not what-not-" Thomas stutters. "That is not what I meant!"

"Yeah, but maybe I'll do them anyway." He says. 

"Okay!" Thomas says. "I should probably go before I say yes."

"Or..." Newt says. "You could just say yes."

Thomas swallows hard. "Yeah...I should probably leave..."

"This is your room." Newt says. 

"Oh yeah." Thomas says. "You kind of made everything else fall out of my brain."

"One of my many talents." He says. 

Thomas looks at him. "Yeah, I can see that."

He chuckles. "Alright. I'm sorry, I'll stop."

"No, don't do that." Thomas says. 

Newt laughs. "Yeah, okay." And he kisses him.

That afternoon, Newt and Thomas sit on Newt's couch when Minho walks in. Newt jumps.

"Holy shit!" He says. "What the hell, Minho!?"

"Sorry." He says. "Your sister let me in."

Newt sighs. "Yeah, of course she did."

"Hey, would you tell us what you meant now?" Thomas asks.

Minho laughs dryly. "Oh no. Not ever."

"WHY DO YOU SAY THINGS AND NOT CLARIFY!" Newt cries. 

"It's not my fault you two are idiots." Minho says.  

Newt glares at him. "Yeah, well, you didn't have to say anything at all."

Minho sighs. "I hate you."

"I hate you more." Newt says, scowling. 

Thomas puts a hand on his shoulder. "Okay, guys, let's maybe change the subject. Minho, why are you here?"

"I was bored." He says. 

"What about Aris?" Newt asks. "You seem to like him more than us."

Minho rolls his eyes. "I don't like him more than you."

"Awww." Newt says. "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

"That's sad." Thomas says. 

Newt sighs and rests his head on Thomas's shoulder. "He's right, Minho. You should be nicer."

"I'm plenty nice." He says.

"To us." Newt clarifies. 

"Oh." Minho says. "Yeah, I'm good." 

Thomas laughs. "Of course."

"Why don't you just go with Aris if you aren't going to be nice?" Newt says.

"You love me." Minho says.

"Not right now I don't." Newt says. "I don't get what he sees in you."

"Yeah, well that's only because you're too busy fucking Thomas." Minho says.

"Minho, what the hell?" Newt says. "I am not! And anyway, you're one to talk."

Minho laughs. "How would you know?"

"Oh that's right, you don't tell us anything!" Newt shouts. 

"Okay, okay." Thomas says. "Both of you stop it. You're like five year olds!"

"He started it!" Newt says, pointing at him.

Thomas sighs. "Yeah, I know."

"Well, I have to go anyway." Minho says.

"Oh you just don't want to lose." Newt says.

"No, I really have to go." He says. "Bye, idiots."

"Bye!" Newt says. 

Thomas chuckles as Minho walks out the door. "You two have a very weird relationship."

Newt shrugs. "Yeah, well, it's his fault."

"Okay." Thomas says. He kisses him softly. "I love you."

"I love you too." 

A/N: I really need to, you know, stop listening to the same Harry Styles song on repeat. But of course I'm not going to.

Well, thanks for reading! Love you guys! <3.