ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Sixty Seven

"Tommy, I'm so bored." Newt says, laying back on his bed. "I want to do something."

"You say that but then you just want to sit around." Thomas says.

"Don't judge me, Tommy." Newt says. "I'm your boyfriend, you're not allowed to do that."

"Not allowed to what?" Thomas asks.

"Not allowed to judge me, you idiot." Newt says, not sitting up. He just stares at the ceiling. "Dumbass."

"I know." Thomas says, laying next to him. "But you love me anyway."

"Yeah," Newt says. "You're my dumbass." Newt puts one hand on Thomas's cheek and kisses him. "I love you, Tommy." He says, pressing their foreheads together. "I love you so fucking much."

"And I love you more." Thomas says, lacing their fingers together. 

Their eyes meet. "Not possible." Newt whispers, brushing their noses together. "I wish kids could get married. I'd marry you right now."

"I'd marry you too." Thomas says. "But there's reasons children can't get married."

"Yeah..." Newt says. "But we should still be allowed. Just us. Cause we're special."

"Okay." Thomas says, laughing. 

"I'm serious, though." Newt says, playing with his fingers. "I want to marry you." He pauses. "Hey, Tommy?"

"Yeah?" Thomas says.

"Will you marry me someday?" Newt asks, looking into his eyes. "I don't want you to marry anyone else."

"I will." Thomas says. "I promise I will marry you and I won't marry some other guy. Not that I would. I love you more than life itself. I would seriously die before I let anything happen to you."

Newt kisses him softly and then moves against his chest. Thomas wraps his arms around the other boy. 

"I love you, Tommy." Newt mumbles, closing his eyes, soaking up all of Thomas's warmth. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Thomas says, putting one hand in his hair. 

Both boys fall asleep in each others arms. 

"Tommy!" Newt shouts, running over to him after school. "Guess what I did!"

"What did you do?" Thomas asks as Newt skids to a stop in front of him.

"I got us engagement rings." Newt says. "For before we're allowed to get married. Pre-engagement rings."

"And I thought you couldn't get anymore perfect." Thomas says as Newt pulls two rings out of his pocket. 

"Well, technically, nobody can be more than perfect, Tommy." Newt says. 

"Well, you are." Thomas says, kissing his forehead. "So, you're wrong."

"Ah, so I'm not perfect." Newt says. 

"Shut up." Thomas says, laughing. He intertwines their fingers as they walk down the road. 

"Minho teased me about it." Newt says. "So I punched him."

"You did what?" Thomas says.

"Not in the face or anything." Newt says quickly. "Just on the arm. He was being mean."

"Okay, that's fine, then." Thomas says. "But maybe don't go around punching your friends."

"I don't." Newt says. "I go around punching Minho."

Thomas laughs. "Okay, Newt. I love you."

"I love you more."

A/N: Okay, I suck. I know I suck. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so fucking long and I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I love you all. Please don't give up on me. 

Separately, Larry Stylinson is just...*takes a deep breath* I have no words. It is literally the most perfect thing ever besides Newtmas. I mean...wow.

Anygay, thanks for reading! Love you! <3.