REMEMBER THE NIGHTS | newt

seven - bright lights, big city

wc ; 3,030

The further into the month you got, the colder the air grew. There were only a few days left of October, and you were already considering wearing your winter coats to school. Every tree you saw was bare, leaves scattering the ground and crunching under your feet with every step you took.

You would've been thankful it was Saturday if it weren't for the fact that both Newt and Thomas had told you to be up early. Last night, when you went to Mickey's and the playground, the glances between your brother and friend weren't missed by you - or anyone else, for that matter.

The pair refused to elaborate on their sketchy demeanors until the end of the night, when you asked Newt, who simply told you to wake up a little early tomorrow morning for a special surprise. It was a little unnerving, so when you went to Thomas, hoping for some sort of clarification, the fact that he gave the same response as his friend made you feel even more on edge.

You still did as told, though, the curiosity of their so-called 'surprise' taking more of a hold on you than the unnerving feeling of their secrecy. So, even though you didn't want to, you were up at 8am - as opposed to the 10am time you woke up on Saturdays - to take a shower and get dressed.

When you finished your coffee and muffin, your phone pinged with a text from none other than Newt. He was simply telling you that he would be there soon, and that he hoped you were ready for your surprise. Again, the curiosity battled the anxiety as you waited, scrolling through your Instagram feed on the couch.

Maggie and your dad had come downstairs while you waited, the two of them sharing cheeky smiles as they ate their breakfasts. It was nice to see your dad happy. Of course, he was almost always smiling when he was with you, but the smile he wore when he was with Maggie was different.

When knuckles rapped against the wood of your front door, you nearly shot up from your seat. Newt waited at the front door, hands stuffed in his usual Sherpa lined collar jacket, a playful smile on his face.

"Morning," he smiled.

"Good morning." You greeted. "Where are we going today, then?"

His smile widened. "Somewhere fun. You're gonna need to pack a bag, though."

Once more, the curiosity piqued. "A bag?"

"Yeah. Just a small one, though. Wallet, phone charger. Stuff like that. We're not gonna be staying overnight or anything."

You nodded, pulling the door open wider to allow the boy inside. He stepped in, greeting your parents before following you up to your room. He sat on the bed as you grabbed a small backpack from your closet before stuffing it with the essentials. Your wallet, charger, a hair tie, chapstick, and a few other knick knacks.

After saying your goodbyes to everyone, you stepped in the car, unsure of how long the journey would take, or where your destination even was. Once the journey was underway, Newt let you play your music through the speakers, the two of you jamming out to songs both of you knew.

Though, that didn't last very long, when you started trading stories about Thomas. The blond laughed his way through the time that Thomas broke his arm one winter when he and Minho were racing and he had slipped on a patch of ice-covered snow, and you recalled the time that he spent three month's worth of his allowance on a giant Pikachu plush - which still sits in the corner of his room, even two years later.

"Have I ever told you guys about this one guy I went to school with?"

"I don't think so, no."

You had to push down a giggle. "Ooh, this is gonna be fun. His name's Mitch; he was a grade ahead of me at my school and I shit you not, almost every girl I talked to had a crush on him. If you didn't have him in your class, you'd swear up and down that he was a student teacher or something." You rambled. "I talked to him a few times in my photography class, but that's not the point. The point is that he looks almost exactly like Thomas. All he needs is to shave closer to the skin and style his hair differently and it's like they're the same person."