Brenda laughed like a witch and rubbed her hands. "Oh, this is gonna be good. Newt, I dare you to make out with Thomas."
Minho choked on his drink and the others gasped.
Newt blushed and looked at Thomas. "If you don't want me to I don't have to. I'll call chicken."
A collective "ooohhhhhh" went around the group.
"Nah," Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Show me what you got."
Newt tried not to smile and he moved forward and sat in Thomas's lap.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi."
"Hurry up you shanks!"
Thomas rolled his eyes and leaned forward a little bit. "I'll start but then you'll take the lead, 'kay?" He moved his hands onto Newt's thighs.
"I'm not very good at making out," Newt confessed quietly.
Thomas smiled. "Just do what feels right." Then he pressed their lips together.
Newt couldn't explain how it felt to have his crush kiss him. It was like drinking hot chocolate on a cold day. He moved his hands to Thomas's face and kissed him back.
As their lips moved together, Thomas slid his hands onto Newt's waist and under his shirt.
Newt ran his hands through the brunette hair.
He wanted more than this.
He wanted so much more.
More than just friends and more than just kissing.
But that would never happen.
Newt pulled away abruptly.
"Newt? You okay? Did I go too far?"
And there Thomas was again, being perfect.
Newt shook his head. "No, I just...I can't Tommy- I can't kiss you..."
"Why?" Thomas asked so softly, tilting Newt's head up.
"I can't kiss you if you don't like me back," Newt whispered and stood up, running for the bathroom and locking the door.
Thomas was shocked.
"Dude," Minho said. "Fucking do something. You've liked him for ages."
Thomas nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, okay." He left the room and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Newt," he said. "It's me."
"Fuck off."
Thomas rolled his eyes, smiling. "Newt, I like you too."
The door opened. Newt stood there with red eyes. "You're just saying that."
"I'm not. I swear I'm not. I've like you for so long."
"Really?"
Newt looked so sad it broke Thomas's heart. "Really." Then he kissed him gently.
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