ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Sixty Three

"I want a hobby." Newt says, sitting next to him at lunch. 

"You have a hobby." Minho says.

"What?" Newt asks. "What do I ever do?"

"Thomas." Minho says. 

"Thomas isn't a hobby." Newt says. 

"I could be." Thomas says.

"Tommy, shut up." Newt says. 

"But I want to be." Thomas says.

"Stop it." Newt says. "Later. But I am not calling you my hobby so just stop that."

Minho covers his ears. "Guys, shut the fuck up!"

Brenda laughs. 

"Oh, hey, Bren." Newt says. "What the fuck was the deal with Teresa last night? You practically made out with her."

"I did," Brenda says. "Make out with her."

Minho whistles. "Damn."

"So what's the deal?" Newt asks. 

"There's no deal." Brenda says. "It was a dare."

"Oh yeah?" Newt says. "Then what's with the hickey?" He points at her. 

Brenda's hand flies to her neck. "Uh...I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Oh my god!" Thomas exclaims. "You hooked up with her!"

"What is wrong with you!?" Newt says. "She's a horrible person!"

"She's really not, not once you get to know her." Brenda says.

"Then go befriend her instead." Newt says bitterly.

"Okay, calm down." Thomas says. "I didn't hook up with her."

Newt folds his arms across his chest. "See? Tommy's a good person. Date good people, Brenda."

"Yeah, Teresa does suck." Thomas says.

"She does what?!" Newt says.

"Okay, Newt, it's an expression." Thomas says. "I mean, maybe she does, but I wouldn't know."

"Yeah, you better not." Newt says, glaring at him.

"Alright, relax." Thomas says, putting an arm around him. "Teresa never...hasn't...didn't...I'm just gonna stop talking, actually."

"Yeah, you might want to." Newt says, giving him a look. "Or I'll break up with you." 

"You wouldn't." Thomas says.

"No, you're right, I wouldn't." Newt says.

"Okay, moving on," Brenda says.  "Teresa is actually very sweet."

Newt rolls his eyes. "Okay, yeah, whatever. As long as you keep her far away from Tommy."

"I promise." Brenda says. "Now, I'm going to go say hi."

After school, Newt and Thomas sit in Thomas's room. Newt sits in the spinny chair. He spins around a few times before letting out a groan.

"What is it?" Thomas asks. 

"I just can't stop thinking about Brenda and Teresa," Newt says. "Teresa's slowly sneaking her way into our friend group and soon she's going to steal you!"

"No, she won't." Thomas says. "I'm yours. We've been over this."

Newt looks at him. "But what if she does anyway?"

"She won't."  Thomas says. "Need me to prove it?"

"Depends on what you mean by that." Newt says. Thomas winks and Newt's eyes widen.  "Seriously?"

"So, need me to prove it?" Thomas says, grinning.

"Mhm, yeah." Newt says. "I think I might just need a little bit of proof." 

Thomas laughs. "That's what I thought."

Newt gets up and kisses him, pushing him onto the bed.

"Can I have my proof now?" Newt says.

"If you shut up." Thomas says and he does.

Later, Newt lays on Thomas's bed and Thomas sits at the foot. 

"You believe me now?" Thomas says. 

"Oh yeah." Newt says. "I believe you plenty. 

Thomas laughs. "Okay, but she might steal Brenda."

"I don't care." Newt says. "I have you."

A/N: Do you ever just start randomly crying about Newtmas? Yeah, me too.

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