The Rickrolled Cutie ✦ Newtmas AU

newtmas walkies hehe - chapter 10

this is sort of just a filler chapter 

thomas awoke from his slumber, to mumbling sounds. 

"this is so cute." 

"stop. leave. don't wake tommy up." 

"he's a heavy sleeper. i know my brother, calm down." 

"bloody hell, just fuck off. he's cute and i want to cuddle him because he wouldn't let me normally."

thomas couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face from newt's sentence.

as he opened his eyes, he saw teresa standing right at his side of the bed. "oh, you're awake. cuddled right up next to newt there. clingy bitch."

the brunet had always been a clingy person. he snuggled up to brenda a lot, platonically, of course. and teresa. he just loved hugging people. when he didn't have gay panics, of course. 

"mmff..." he whined, squinting his eyes at the light. eventually he just let out a pained hiss and rolled over into the pillow.

'the pillow'. 

which happened to be newt.

"oh, uh, mornin' tommy?" newt blinked, processing what the fuck thomas had just done.

"hi blondi- wait why are you in bed with me-"

chuck snickered as the boys blushed a beet red.

"hush! i didn't mean it like that!" 

"okay, okay." he rolled his eyes, smirking. "we're going for a walk, and teresa is actually gonna flip if we don't get ready." the kid ignored teresa's complaining and disagreeing, and continued talking to the two. "so, you know, get up and hurry up." 

by the time they walked out, thomas and newt were in an awkward silence. 

"so, uh-"

"i'm-"

they looked at each other, a smile growing on their lips. they laughed together, breaking the silence. 

thomas realised that he was wrapping his arms around newt, so unhooked himself and rolled over to stand up. "hey, uh, i just realised. sorry about last night. i didn't mean to.. you know, worry you." 

newt frowned. he frowned a lot. i mean, he's frowning now. (TBS TBS TBS TBS TBS TBS SORRY OK im sort of having a sexuality crisis and hes sort of really pretty to me now ok who blames me though) "no, seriously, it's fine, tommy. i'm glad you trust me enough, anyway." he hesitated. "that's what.. friends do, anyway."

"yeah." the brunet tilted his head to the side slightly, to look back at him. "thanks."

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thomas laughed, running off ahead with minho. the two had grown to be quite friendly with one another, and, as they discovered, they both did track in school. they now enjoyed to race each other, and, although thomas was quite fast - he used to be the fastest on the track team, as teresa bragged about to minho on his behalf - minho was quicker. by a smidge. 

"c'mon, thomas! can't be tired already, can you?" minho snorted, looking behind him. "slow-poke." he said, although loud enough for the panting boy to hear. 

thomas felt like flopping over. "i'm rusty, and i'm tired. i can't be bothered to run anymore." he huffed, looking behind him to the main group. newt was right at the back, with chuck, stomping through the mud, a concentrated expression on his face. "i'm gonna go to newt because he won't bully me!" 

"you just won't admit i'm better than you." 

"uh, whatever floats your boat." he rolled his eyes, trying to think of something to hate on. "your hair is too styled." 

minho gasped, a horrified expression adorned on his face. thomas began to think he had fucked up. 

"thomas. i'm sorry. i don't think our friendship is working out." he faked a sob, facing away with a hand on his heart. 

"oh my god. no, i'm sorry. i don't think so either. i mean, i'm clearly more amazing." 

"my hair itself is more amazing than you." 

"it looks greasy."

"do NOT insult my amazing, perfect, magnificent-" 

newt had caught up with the rest, as thomas and minho had stopped for 2 minutes to have a friendship break up. the others had also caught up, although they had carried on walking. so it was just the four boys.

"minho, i can literally hear you from over here. stop complimenting your hair. tommy's right." newt snickered. 

chuck hummed in agreement. "i don't usually agree with thomas, but for this i do have to." 

"this is minho-slander." 

"i'm sorry. should we hate on thomas together?" the youngest smirked.

minho matched the smirk, making mischevious eye contact with chuck. "yes. let's abandon newtmas." 

"they can actually make a move."

and with that, the two walked off, catching up with the rest of the group.

thomas smiled. "we should probably walk as well." 

newt nodded, smiling sweetly back. but the type of smile that made thomas' heart swell up and get all omgomgomg <33. "abandoned again, eh?" 

the brunet scoffed. "as per usual. i'm not complaining though. i love hanging out with you." 

he bit his lip to stop himself from smiling as butterflies swarmed in his british stomach. (specifically british) "oh, yeah. i like speaking to you, too."

"wow. you only like hanging out with me? rude!" 

newt wasn't prepared for thomas' look. he pouted. literally, pouted. this grown man pouted. adorable-y. it was fucking adorable. newt blushed, averting his eyes downwards as thomas' lips pushed out. not that newt was looking at his lips or anything. i mean, you have to to know that someones pouting. but he wasn't looking really, really closely.  

i mean, he did know that his bottom lip was slightly thicker. 

and they were a bit chapped. but, cute.

"i- uh- no- i-" newt cleared his throat. "sorr-sorry. my throat's going today." he laughed nervously. 

thomas frowned. "you should get some warm milk and honey. i can make you some when we get back. i don't want you to get sick."

and this was when newt's heart was just like WHAFOHAHWFAOHAWHWA. 

he could not process information, and he was just completely dying of a gay panic. but he would be ok, if he wasn't in close proximity much longer with the source of the problem. which was thomas. 

"oh, you-"

"no, i insist. come on, let's catch up, though!" thomas grabbed onto newt's hand, walking forward with it.

hand-in-hand.

thomas would be lying if he said he wasn't 1 second off having a heart attack. 

newt might not even like him. 

he might not even be gay.

nah, he probably is. 

but he might not like him. and that'd be a bit of an issue in this predicament. 

very awkward.

teresa looked behind her and newt and thomas.

she smiled to herself as she realised they were holding hands.

"they're so oblivious." she muttered to nobody in particular. she was just glad they were happy. 

brenda hummed in agreement, overhearing thomas' cousin. "so, so oblivious." 

UGH NEWTMAS FLUFF OEJWAOAWHWA

merry boxing day??