Daylight ~ Newt TMR

2

Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt 

This lust is a burden that we both share

I turn away from him and run up the stairs tumbling through the endless corridors until I found an empty room to sit in. I collapse on the bed and let my tears stream down my face, possibly ruining my makeup but I just don't care at this point. Why would he say that to me. Why would he bring that up. How does he even know. My emotions poured out of me uncontrollably, I wish Teresa was here right now, I wish I could go home, why did I even come to this party. A tap on my shoulder snapped me back into the moment. "Hey, um, are you alright?" I turn to see some random guy I'd never seen before in my life "Do I look alright?" he nodded "Right good point, do you maybe want a joint? Could help you feel better" he offered me the joint awkwardly, "Fuck it why not" I got up as he led me out onto the balcony of the room, we sat down backs leaning against the stone railing. "I'm Fry by the way" he said passing me the joint and a lighter "Y/n" I responded taking both in my hands, "So what happened to you?" he lit the paper hanging out of his mouth. "Long story" I said raising the lighter towards my lips "I've got time" he smiled.

"Wow what a prick" Fry says taking another hit, "I mean what makes him think he has the right to say that stuff to you." "He just wants to try and make my life miserable" I say exhaling, "And it's just that he's not even supposed to know about what I did and now he wants to mock me for it, like I've done fuck all to him" I tilt my head back resting it against the cool stone railing behind me. "Maybe he's doing it to get your attention, you know, maybe he likes you" I just stare at him "Trust me, Newt does not like me, he's made that fact very clear" I tap off the ashes at the end of my joint "Can we please change the subject I'm over talking about him, tell me about you."

Fry sighs "Where do I start? Well, I've had no friends since we started school, started smoking to be able to tolerate my life and now my only friend is my 27 year old dealer" he chuckles raising the joint to his lips. I rest my head on my shoulder looking at Fry "I'll be your friend" he turned his head in my direction "You sure? It's not just a sympathy thing?" "Nope, I genuinely want to be your friend" I smile at him "Pass me your phone I'll give you my snap" he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a red iPhone, he unlocks and passes it to me. I go to snapchat and type in my user before passing the phone back to him, unlocking mine and accepting the friend request. "Alright, I got it" I say taking a photo of us and sending it to him. "Hey, um, sorry but I gotta go before my mum gets back home, I'll catch you at school" Fry says getting up and stumbling away "Alright I'll see you around" I shout after him.

I rest my head back on the cold stone railing behind me letting a weightless sensation wash over me, I feel myself slip down against the stone floor, the hem of my dress sliding a short distance over my legs but I can't be bothered to pull it back down. I just lie there watching the clouds in the sky float past me. My hand reaches out for one of the cans lying next to me, I open it and bring it up to my mouth forgetting my position and spilling the cold drink spill down my front. I sit up trying to dry myself with my sleeves in hopes to avoid the drink making me sticky but it doesn't work as well as I wished it would.

"Need some help there?" a voice slurred, I look up to see Newt hovering in the doorway, same cocky look on his face as always. "Not from you" I snap looking back down and continuing to dry myself "What are you even doing here, can't you just mind your own business?" he starts to stumble over to me, he's clearly had a lot to drink "I was just looking for something more to drink" he glances down at my can collection "And you seem to have that" he slides down into the spot where Fry was just sitting, "Absolutely not, after what you said I'm not giving you anything" I grab my cans pulling them closer to my side. "Wow you're no fun, it was a joke y/n" he says running a hand through his hair "A joke? Are you fucking kidding me? how do you even know about that, I never told anyone" He shrugs "I'll tell you for a drink" reluctantly I pass him a can, he opens it and takes a swig "I need to get more drunk to tell you, sorry." He smirks, "No tell me now" I say reaching for the can he's chugging. He dodges my reach and chucks the can in front of him "Another one" his hand stretched out towards me "How did you finish that so quickly?" "Need to get drunk" I pass him another can "Then you'll tell me?" he snatches the can from my hand and opens it "Sure whatever bitch" he murmurs.

I open my bag and pull out my cigs and a lighter bringing one to my lips and lighting the end of it. "Since when did you smoke?" Newt asks chucking the empty can in front of him "Since when did you care?" I say offering him one, he takes it and puts it in between his lips leaning in to me "Um, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I ask trying to pass him the lighter "Light it" he mumbles, leaning closer to me "Absolutely not, light it like a normal person" I try and force the lighter into his hand but he moves it away, "Just light it" he repeats the cigarette bouncing up and down as he speaks. Reluctantly I open the lighter and strike it letting a flame appear. He moves forward and touches the end of his cigarette to the flame before moving away again and inhaling the smoke, tilting his head upwards, exhaling and letting a cloud of smoke trail from his lips.

"The stars look pretty" he softly murmurs I follow his gaze to see the clouds had disappeared and in their place thousands of sparkling lights, they were breath taking "For once I think I'm gonna agree with you" I whisper, bringing the cigarette up to my lips again. I feel a sudden warmth on my hand, glancing down I see his hand on mine, his thumb starting to gently stroke my knuckles, "Newt what are you doing" I look back up at him, his eyes still glued on the sky, cigarette raised to his lips, his features being lit up by the colourful lights beneath us. "I'm admiring the view, what does it look like I'm doing" he says blowing the smoke out of his mouth. I sigh "Newt your hand" "My hand?" he looks down at his hand now interlocked with mine before looking back up at me, "What about my hand?" his face is now millimetres away from mine, he places his other hand on my cheek pulling me towards him. I can feel his breath against my lips, I open my mouth in an attempt to speak but he presses his lips to mine, my eyes flutter shut as he moves his hand to my waist pulling me towards him. Our lips move slowly together, my hands reach up to his face moving him closer to me, letting the cigarette slip out of my hand and drop to the floor. He pulls me onto his lap his hands resting either side of my waist, I break our kiss to catch my breath resting our foreheads against each other, "What was that for?" I whisper breathlessly as his hands wander down my legs tugging at the hem of my dress, pulling it back down over my thighs. "Don't ask just kiss me" he says reconnecting our lips but I break the kiss again "Newt I'm serious" I look at him as he smirks starts drunkenly kissing my neck leaving marks along my jaw, he just hums an answer against my skin, continuing to the other side of my neck. The music below us grows louder as his hand gently pulls my waist closer to him, "You taste sweet" he mumbles against my skin, "Oh shit yeah, I spilt a mojito on myself" I laugh as he starts kissing my jaw "I like it" he says softly running his hand up my back and into my hair, tangling his fingers in it.