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013 ⸺ late night visits

Wow I'm posting twice in the same week ? Look at me go
Takes place at some point in TFC (they're around 12-13 years old in the first part)

A knocking at his door roused Thomas from the light sleep he had fallen into. He sat up from his desk, yawning and wiping off a bit of drool that had rolled down his chin while he was asleep. His eyes were still bleary, and his vision cloudy.

He hadn't processed the knocking until it happened again.

Thomas got up, stretching as he did so, and feeling the joints in his spine pop from the movement. He sighed, slowly making his way over to the door, stumbling over the random junk he had left, forgotten, on the floor.

Opening the door, he was greeted with a flash of blond hair. His vision and mind were still fuzzy, and he rubbed his eyes to rid any lingering sleepiness from them.

"Finally, I thought you were never gonna answer." The blond, Newt, smirked as he shook his head.

Newt had been the first person his age that Thomas had met at this place, other than Teresa of course. But they didn't see each other nearly as much. For whatever reason the people running WICKED didn't want Thomas or Teresa to interact with any of the other kids there. So they were stuck to having to sneak out and meet up in whatever empty room they had found that night.

However, recently, Newt had been showing up at Thomas' room all on his own nearly every night. Thomas didn't understand why he had started to do it, but he liked the alone time they spent together. He didn't know when it had happened, but the two of them had gotten very close, closer than friends should be. They would spend their time together lying in Thomas' bed, arms wrapped around each other, and legs intertwined. They had kissed a few times as well, and just thinking about it made Thomas' stomach twirl.

Thomas snorted in response to Newt's comment, "There was no way it was more than two minutes."

Newt rolled his eyes, sidestepping around Thomas and pushing his way into the room. He plopped himself down on the bed, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. The brunette huffed, fighting back a smile as he made his way back to the desk he had been sitting at earlier. He sat down in his chair and stacked together the homework that he had been working on when he had fallen asleep.

As he was stuffing his unfinished paperwork into the desk drawer he could feel the weight of Newt's eyes on him. When he finally turned to look, the blond had a soft smile on his face.

"What ?" He huffed, turning his chair all the way around to more easily face Newt.

"Nothin'." Newt's smile grew, "I ever tell you how cute you are ?" He batted his eyes playfully as he grinned.

Thomas raised his eyebrows, trying to ignore the heat that crept up his face. "You think I'm cute ?" He bit back, trying to keep his face straight. He failed miserably at that. Newts smile always made him want to smile.

The blond nodded, "Real cute." He flopped back onto his back, eyes looking up at the ceiling as he heard Thomas sigh. He took a quick glance back at the younger boy, and saw him focusing back on clearing his desk. Newt might've thought he was upset with his comments, but he could see that the tips of his ears were tinted red with blush.

He looked away, letting out a quiet snicker as he turned his head back towards the ceiling, tucking his hands behind his head.

For a little bit the only sound in the room was the rustling of papers, and Newt let himself zone out, finding comfort in the familiarity of the situation. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt the mattress dip next to him. When he had been zoned out Thomas had found his way over to the bed, and was clambering in next to him.