/ˈdʒɪɡsɔː/
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jigsaw - conan gray
you take every part of me
all of the things you need
then the rest you discard
i look in the mirror,
now i'm just a jigsaw
where newt takes every piece of his own to make thomas love him as the p...
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His lips curled up into a smile when the idea of getting drunk on the first date came up. Thomas wasn't really addicted to alcohol, but a Friday was a great day to get drunk. He did what he always did when he was at home alone, even when he had guests.
"You want to drink something?" he asked, looking at Newt, who didn't move from his place, same as him.
They still were lying in that position, Thomas able to see Newt's face upside down. He had a shocked face, but after some time nodded. He knew what Thomas meant by drinking, the idea of it made him feel guilty. He never got drunk. His mother didn't want him to anyway.
"You prefer wine or vodka? Beer?" Thomas trailed off, getting up and over to his shelf.
"Uhm... Never really drank alcohol," Newt said quietly.
He sat up, ruffled his hair a little bit and got up as well. Thomas rummaged, looking at every space in his shelf, only to take out a 35% per cent vodka flask. Newt's eyes went wide. Was he supposed to drink this?
"I-I actually don't even know if it's a good idea to..." Newt wanted to speak so bad, but he melted when Thomas' eyes catched his own.
"Have a sleepover... Sure your mom won't know in the morning," Thomas said, as if reading Newt's mind.
Newt stayed silent. His stomach made flips over and over and he knew that it was a bad idea. He knew his mother would be asking questions about the boy he was with. If they slept, if his family was all good, if he maybe had siblings, or if he was drinking.
"Uhm... Y-you would be alright with that?" Newt raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, not like my parents will be home any time soon... The maid will look after Teresa until she's asleep and she'll sleep in the attic anyway... Even if, who cares? Do you want to though?"
Those informations in only one sentence. How would Thomas feel about him living in an attic like the maid he just mentioned? A small sigh managed to escape his lips. He took out his phone from his pocket and began texting his mother. Thomas had the flask opened by the time, sniffing on it.
newt mum, can i stay at...
What was he supposed to type in? He barely talked to his mother about the boy he liked and now he was suddenly asking to have a sleepover with him. What would his mother think of him? Or what would she think of Thomas.
newt mum, thomas asked if i could have a sleepover at his place... can i?
The message was on read only two seconds later and Newt jumped when the phone was vibrating. Thomas giggled slightly and took a step back for Newt's privacy. His mother was the one calling him, obviously. He picked up.
