WDHWHAW MY MATHS TEACHER TOLD ME OFF FOR WRITING MICHAEL JACKSON ON THE TABLE OOPS
thomas POV
thomas walked downstairs after his conversation with teresa. he could already hear the screaming of his friends, along the lines of 'fucking bella what are you fucking doing you fucking fucky fuck', which was most certainly minho. they were watching twilight, aka the worst yet best film to have ever been created.
cringy, but funny. so, worst but best.
as he walked into the room, his eyes instantly went to newt, who he had been meaning to speak to.
like, not about his tiny winy little crush on him, which he had worked out he had on him. but, more so about what had happened.
newt was sat on the sofa, next to sonya. he looked.. nervous? it was weird. he was biting his nails, and kept fidgeting, which thomas noticed were 2 things he did when he was worried or anxious.
but, anyway, he wanted to speak to the blond.
brenda turned around, having noticed thomas' presence. she tilted her head to the side, mouthing what to him. he just rolled his eyes and pointed to newt. she leant over her girlfriend, and prodded newt's leg.
thomas saw her whisper something and jerk her head over towards him, smiling. newt just nodded, and stood up, walking towards the brunet. it was easy for them to be unnoticed, as everyone was screaming at edward.
my cat just fucking farted as i wrote 'edward' and i cant breathe idk why i'm finding this so funny dsiwjcjjssn
"what did you want?" newt asked, but not in an impolite way. they both walked out of the living room, to sit in the kitchen.
"uh.." thomas started, making hand gestures. he was caught up in newt.
just the whole of newt.
"uhh....?" newt smiled, copying the hand gestures as close as he could.
so.
fucking.
precious.
that was all thomas could think of.
once again, his emotion was dojfjsmsjjffj.
newt was just omgomgomg<3 to thomas.
kindergarten crush, much?
but, anyway, thomas was going to tell newt about what's happening as he trusts him, but like, it's a bit awkward? plus, newt could judge him because it's not everyday you find out your mum wants to marry you into a richass family because you came out as gay to her and she refuses to believe it. oh yeah, and she wants the money. but seriously, if you want the money then marry a rich person yourself stupid woman.
saying all that to someone thomas has a small crush on would be a bit awkward.
so, he decided against it.
"uhhh... could you help me make cookies?" he decided on saying that. aka the first thing that came to mind.
newt scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes. "that's it? that's all you want to ask?" he hesitated. "of course i will help, you don't have to act so awkward."
thomas smiled nervously, nodding. "yeah. i-i just didn't know if you'd be okay with it? i can ask someone else if you'd like." he stammered.
newt nodded. "i get what you mean. but, seriously, i will definitely help."
and so that's how they ended up laughing at each other's flour-dusted faces and aprons, in the kitchen in a cottage in edinburgh.
SORT OF COTTAGECORE?? YES PLEASE BB
"tommy, stop eating the bloody cookie dough!" newt scolded, taking the bowl from the immature male for the 100th time.
thomas pouted. "whyy?" he dragged out the 'y', making it sound more childish. "oi! give it back! it tastes so good."
why are my cats being so idiotic i swear ok my ginger cat, thomas, farted like whenever i wrote the rest of this, my black and white cat (still doesnt have a name, somebody give me names for a tiny female black and white cat) is sat on my bed staring at me and my parents' cat hates me and keeps growling at me ok
"why do you think?" he scoffed, placing the bowl on the counter. "the raw flour isn't good for you."
"raw flour? what."
"what," newt imitated, rolling his eyes. "raw flour, yes. too hard for you to understand?"
"what." thomas imitated the imitation, huffing.
"i swear, why did i say i'd do this?"
"because you loooove me!" the brunet scrunched up his nose, and his face in the process, batting his eyelashes.
newt grimaced, but blushed slightly. "whatever helps you sleep at night."
thomas stuck his nose up, before spitting out something he completely regretted. "you help me sleep at night, so, whatever."
"wait what?"
"...what-"
"you.. uh.. said i help you sleep at night." newt turned his back to thomass, having a complete crisis.
"um, sorry, didn't mean to say that. i just sort of get insomnia sometimes and being able to sleep with someone helps a lot, i sometimes sleep with brenda- not in that sense! but like, just sort of snuggle up to brenda because she helps, in the same way you help. it's really comforting. and i'm ranting now. but yeah, you're much comfier than brenda and it's really nice and helps me get to sleep and helps me to not wake up. i'm ranting."
newt turned back around, a smile toying on his face. "aww, how sweet! the amazing thomas has come to recognise my worthiness."
"i recognised your worthiness a while ago, blondie." he smiled, averting his eyes up to newt's. "okay, let's make this cookies so we can watch the other twilights with our friends."
"i'm not watching any more bloody twilight films, you can keep dreaming." he completely ignored the adorable sentence thomas said, and also completely ignored the fact he felt like he was going to explode and die and cry and have a fanboy right then and there.
yeah, he'd definitely get bullied by minho later when he squeals like he has a high school crush.
but who really cares?
ugh sorry this chapter was boring :((
next chapter will be interesting hehehehe ;) help
uh yeah might even get some....
wait for it
romance!!!!!
who knows???
ok bye thanks for reading
i put "loves" at the end of that sentence then took it off because it sounds really pedo-y and im a bit scared of myself now
kiddie-winks
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