"I told you!" Thomas exclaimed. "I suck at bowling!"
"No Thomas," Minho raised and eyebrow. "You suck Newt's dick. You're crap at bowling."
Newt, Aris and Minho laughed as Thomas grabbed a chip and threw it at Minho. (When I say chip I mean French fry? Ig? In Ireland chips are crisps. Anyway im taking about these chips 🍟)
Thomas rolled his eyes and when it was his turn again, Newt crept up behind him.
"You need to relax, okay? Just think about me, naked," Newt whispered the last part.
Thomas swallowed (stop thinking what I KNOW you're thinking🤨📸) and rolled the ball down the lane, knocking Newt up I MEAN
knocking all twelve pins to the ground.
Newt jumped up and cheered. "See Minho? I told you he'd get it. You owe me ten."
Minho groaned and Aris lightly slapped his arm. "C'mon babe, you do."
"Stop taking his side!" Minho said and handed Newt the money.
"You made a bet on me?" Thomas asked, walking back to them.
"Just a tiny one," Newt admitted. "Minho had no faith in you."
Thomas grabbed another chip, dipped it in ketchup and threw it at Minho's face.
Aris was doubled over laughing and Newt couldn't breathe.
"Oh Tommy," Minho said quietly. "You're a dead man."
I miss Allison 🥲
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