Newtmas

Chapter 22

When I wake up my neck hurts like hell-sleeping in a hammock can be fun but also incredibly awkward. I stand up grumbling unintelligibly rubbing my neck. I check my watch (runner's privileges) and notice that it's time for dinner. I start to meander over to the kitchen but then I remember what Minho said-Newt said he would talk to me at dinner. I gasp and run the rest of the way, happy to see that Newt and Minho are just about to sit down. I jog over and tap Newt's shoulder. He sighs slightly.

"Alright, come on Thomas, we'll talk." He says without looking up like usual. I cringe when he calls me Thomas because I know I have shucked up. He leads me to the Box and we sit on some empty crates.

"Shuck Newt I am so sorry-she was talking to me like telepathically or some klunk and it hurt my head so bad and I couldn't hear anything else and I swear I didn't mean to push you." I gasp in oxygen because I just rambled without stopping.

"Hey, hey calm down, look you hurt me but I overreacted slightly... It's just when she called you Tom it really hurt. I don't want her to take you from me." He mumbles the last part and I look at him sadly.

"Firstly, I'm yours, you're mine and nothing is going to change that, and secondly I think she has a thing for Minho anyway-when we talked Minho came upstairs but soon got sent out by the medjacks and she said-and I quote- 'who was that fine piece of ass with the quiff?' Although she'll probably have changed her mind now that she's actually talked to him." I added chuckling remembering Minho's determination to go and ask her questions. Newt bursts out laughing and that and I couldn't help but smile at him. His laugh is literally the most beautiful thing ever.

"Okay, Tommy I forgive you." I surge forwards and catch his lips in a kiss.

"Thank you so much!" I say when we pull away. He rolls his eyes at me but is smiling all the same.

"Bloody idiot" he mumbles taking my hand and leading me back to the kitchen. "Now get some food before Fry packs away and gets annoyed." I nod and walk over to get some dinner. When I have food I turn and see that Newt has already say down with Minho and... Teresa? I would like to say I was wrong and that Minho and her are getting along fine but they seem to be in the middle of a heated argument.

"No! It's not the accent-it's the hair!" Exclaims Teresa loudly when I sit down. I look at Newt confused and he just shakes his head and puts it on the table.

"What?! No if it was the hair he found cute he would have come to me-honestly have you seen this?!" Questions Minho motioning towards his hair.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?!" I yell as Teresa is about to argue back.

"We're arguing about why you fancy Newt-duh!" I face palm and groan. "Well, who's right?" I shake my head.

"You're both wrong. It wasn't the hair, or the accent. It's his eyes." Teresa awes and Newt groans I embarrassment. I realise what I just said and in front of whom and I feel my cheeks reddening.

"Of course-the eyes!" Exclaim the two idiots across from me before high-fiving. Oh great, I have a feeling that Minho just got a new partner in crime.

I quite like this one!

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-Cat