Under the Streetlight - Newtmas

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Newt:
"Are you serious right now?" I widened my eyes, but he chuckled loudly, tilting his head back, clasping his chest. I frowned in disapproval, it wasn't even such a funny joke.

"I'm joking, I'll just turn around," he simpered, his throat scratchy from his laugh.

"God, you're unbelievable," I mumbled under my breath, he really bloody was.

"Stop crying," he laughed, I smirked making sure he couldn't see me. Idiot.

I heard the ruffling of Thomas' clothing being taken off, the smell of the changing rooms was really... something. I felt the coldness and the humidity of the tiles as I took my shoes off, I was getting increasingly uncomfortable with that place, the muffled sounds of the students back at the halls made it worse. I finished taking off my clothes inside the bath and proceeded to take a quick shower, I heard Thomas doing the same thing in the cubicle beside me, and tried really hard not to imagine how he was doing so.

Once I hopped off the shower, I tied a towel around my waist and walked back to my bag, changing into my pants. My ears pricked as I heard Thomas coming out of the shower, his bag's zipper being closed, again, that ruffle of fabric. I wondered if he'd dressed already. I looked back for barely a second, he was turning over his shirt, but still, his back was naked, after looking back, I instantly felt the need to look again. I really didn't want to, but he was making inadvertently impossible... well... a small peak wouldn't hurt.

I turned my head as silently as I could and stared at him from the corner of my eye, I could solely see his back, which was way bigger and muscular than it appeared under the loose clothes he used to wear. I turned back and got my head through my plain white shirt, then tying my converse on my feet. As I finished, I secured my bag in my back and stared at how Thomas was tying his hoodie around his waist, he mindlessly grabbed his bag and motioned me to come over. "Let's get out of here," he spat, though not nastily.

I nodded and we headed to the cafeteria through the strangely quiet hall, we arrived shortly; the place was empty, it seemed like we were one of the first ones to get there, we grabbed the freshest pizza slices for everyone and sat in Thomas' group usual blue table. "So, for how long have you been playin' football?" I asked taking a sip of my grossly carbonated soda.

"Uh... about three years and a half," he answered while he chewed, his nose scrunching.

"That's a whole lot of time," I raised my eyebrows while pursing my lips.

"Tell me about it," he swallowed, struggling a fair bit.

"D'you want to become like, a famous football player when you're older?"

"Not really, I dunno what I wanna be yet," he answered with slight disappointment, furrowing his shoulders.

"That's fine, me neither," I smiled apologetically, shrugging back, he didn't seem to notice it.

He nodded tightening his lips. "What are your hobbies?" he asked while he chomped his second slice of pizza.

"I like to doodle, and I'm a pretty good cook as well," I smiled, surprised by the question, he nodded pouting while he raised his eyebrows, my answer seemed to have satisfied his query.

"You have to show me your drawings when you can, I'm curious."

"I will," I wouldn't.

The, out of the blue, the door was pushed open and dozens of teenagers started coming through like a herd of baboons, a few of them being our slightly more civilized friends, Thomas lifted his arm and waved at Minho, who warned the others and they all rushed to our table. "We got you all fresh pizza, consider this our apology," sweetly smiled Thomas looking at Minho with his mouth full.