ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Sixty One

"Tommy, would you look at what Lizzy did!?" Newt says, walking into Thomas's room and throwing the door open. 

"What did she do?" Thomas asks, standing up, tugging on his shirt. "Does it actually warrant barging into my room at eight am?" 

"Eight am is not that early, stop complaining." Newt says, sitting on the edge of his bed. "What does it matter anyway?"

"That's-that's not the point." Thomas says. "What did Lizzy do?"

"Changing the subject, are we?" Newt sas, smirking, leaning against the headboard. 

"You're the one changing the subject!" Thomas says. "Just tell me what the fuck she did!"

"Okay, Tommy," Newt says, smiling. "Well, I woke up this morning and, you know, went to get dressed and Lizzy stole all my shirts!"

"You're wearing one, though." Thomas says. "And isn't she the one who wanted you to wear one?"

"Yes!" Newt says. "I don't get it! She's so weird!"

"But if she stole all your shirts, how do you have one?" Thomas asks.

"Oh," Newt says. "This is yours, actually."

"Why do you have my shirt?" Thomas asks.

"Why not?" Newt says. "You say I look hot in your clothes."

"Is that actually why?" Thomas says. 

"No." Newt says. "You left it there and I was cold!"

Thomas chuckles. "Why was my shirt there in the first place?"

"You know exactly why." Newt says. "And that's not the point."

"Okay." Thomas says. "Then what is the point?"

"I need more shirts." Newt says. "Can I steal some?"

"It's not stealing if you ask me, Newt." Thomas says. 

"Well, whatever, can I just have some!?" Newt says, throwing his hands in the air.

Thomas laughs. He gets up and throws some at him. 

"Thank you, Tommy," Newt says. He pauses. "How many shirts do you think I could wear at once?"

"Let's stick with one." Thomas says. He thinks. "Or less."

"Tommy, shut up." Newt says. He folds his arms. "I'm cold."

"Here." Thomas says. "Have my hoodie."

He takes it off and hands it too him. 

"I love you." Newt says, pulling it over his head. He yawns. "I'm tired."

"Maybe that's because you woke up at eight am." Thomas says, sitting next to him.

"Six, actually." Newt says. He closes his eyes, leaning against Thomas. 

"Well, why'd you wake up so early?" Thomas asks gently. He pulls Newt into his lap. He runs a hand through his hair.

"I don't know." Newt says. "I couldn't sleep and then I gave up." He wraps his arms around Thomas's neck and Thomas pulls him closer.

"You're so cute." Thomas says. "I was right."

"About what?" Newt asks, pressing his forehead against his neck. 

"You are hot in my clothes." Thomas says.

"Oh, I know." Newt says. "Why do you think I wear them all the time?"

Thomas laughs. "I don't know."

"Well, now you do." Newt says.

"I know you're tired, but can I kiss you anyway?" Thomas says. Newt looks at him. "What? You can't just point out how hot you are and not let me kiss you."

Newt laughs. "Oops."

"Is that a yes?" Thomas asks. 

"Tommy, you don't have to ask to kiss me." Newt says.

Thomas chuckles. "Right."

He kisses him and Newt moves one leg over Thomas's, kissing him harder.

"I've decided I'm no longer tired." Newt says. 

"Decided that, have you?" Thomas says, smirking. 

"Shut up, Tommy." Newt says and he kisses him again. 

A/N: SOMEBODY FROM GREY'S IS IN FRIENDS OMG!!! 

ANYway, thank you guys! I love you all so much! <3. 

Also, sorry for any typos, my keyboard is being weird.