ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Fifty Three

"Okay, so, I officially hate math." Newt says, sitting in Thomas's spinny chair. 

"I always hated math." Thomas says. 

"But this math is hard." Newt says. "Look at it! Letters shouldn't be in math!"

"Math needs to grow up and solve its own problems." Thomas says.

Newt groans. "Maybe I'll just fail math."

"Oh, please," Thomas says. "You have a high B. Even if you skipped this you wouldn't even have a C."

"Yeah, but I don't want to do math ever." Newt says. "Not this math anyway. It might just kill me."

"It isn't that bad," Thomas says. "Come on. I'll help."

Newt sighs, setting his pencil down. "Okay, fine." He turns to Thomas. "Do you have a paper shredder?" 

Thomas laughs. "Get up. But no. Why would I have a paper shredder?"

"For stupid math papers!" Newt says, standing up, waving the paper. He slaps it onto the desk. 

"Alright, you need a break, come on." Thomas says, taking his hand.

"No, Tommy, I have to finish!" Newt says. "Otherwise, this thing will haunt me for the rest of my life!"

"Okay, calm down." Thomas says. "You are overreacting. It's just math, it can't haunt you."

"The math ghost can!" Newt shouts. "Use your head, Tommy!"

"I am," Thomas says. "And there is no math ghost." 

"Tommy," Newt says. "I have to do it. And yes there is a math ghost. God." 

"Okay," Thomas says with a smirk. "Alright, fine. There's a math ghost. I'm sorry." 

"Thank you." Newt says, sitting back down. He writes a number in each of the answer boxes and throws the pencil over his shoulder. "Done."

"Why'd you throw the pencil?" Thomas asks.

"To show the math ghost he can't haunt me." Newt says, getting up again.

"Did you actually do any of those problems?" Thomas asks.

"No." Newt says. He pauses. "Hey, you wanna be a problem?"

"What?" Thomas asks.

"Well, then I'd have to do you." Newt says.

"Dear god." Thomas says. "And anyway, you just said yourself you don't do them."

"Well, I'd gladly do you." Newt says.

"Too bad I'm not math." Thomas says.

Newt laughs. "Well, maybe I'll make an exception."

"An exception to what?" Thomas asks. "Your only doing math rule?"

"Shut up, Tommy." Newt says. 

Thomas chuckles. "Sorry." Thomas puts his hands on his waist. "I love you, though."

"I'd like to say I love you too, but I got engaged to the math ghost." Newt says.  

"Oh, god, shut up!" Thomas says, laughing. 

"Sorry, Tommy," Newt says, a grin on his face. "Guess you'll just have to find a new boyfriend." 

"Maybe I'll date the science ghost." Thomas says. "Show you."

"Tommy, don't be silly." Newt says. "There's no science ghost."

Thomas scoffs. "Oh, but there is a math ghost?"

"Yes, Tommy, keep up." Newt says. "Well, you're hotter. You should date me instead of the science ghost."

"I thought there wasn't a science ghost." Thomas says.

Newt rolls his eyes. "Okay, I'm done with this. Kiss me now, kay?"

"Okay, sounds good." Thomas says and he kisses him. 

 "Hey, Tommy, look what I stole from my freezer!" Newt says.

"It's your freezer," Thomas says. "You didn't steal it."

"Whatever," Newt says. "I found a bunch of those tiny ice creams in the back of the freezer."

"Why were you looking in the back of your freezer?" Thomas asks.

"Oh, I put some things back there a while ago." Newt explains.

"What?" Thomas asks. "What did you put in the back of the freezer?"

"That's beside the point, Tommy." Newt says. "Eat this." He hands him one of the tiny ice creams. "And forget I ever said anything."

Thomas laughs but obliges. "You're gonna have to tell me eventually." He says.

"No, I don't." Newt says, sitting next to him. "So hush."

Thomas chuckles. He pulls Newt into his lap. "Love you." He says, kissing his cheek.

"Love you too." Newt says, resting his head on Thomas's shoulder.

A/N: So, first of all, sorry for not updating in a few days. Second of all, I want to make them, you know, do it, but I can't write smut, so, *shrugs*. Anyway, thanks for reading. Love you guys. <3.