Newtmas Oneshots

a maze of emotions

Thomas was having the best day ever.

Everything went by just perfect through without any unnecessary complications.

He took time off from work, because it was his birthday, and spent time with friends (not family though, they weren't really close). They were chatting about random stuff, they remembered here and there. They also decided to go to the cinema to watch a new random movie that just came out and even this wasn't a complete disaster to everyone's big surprise, the one choosing that movie was after all Aris.

Thomas ate his favorite food for lunch, chicken nuggets and fries.  Yeah yeah, he had a "childish" taste of food... But come on! Who doesn't like chicken nuggets and fries?

For the dessert they all ate a big delicious looking chocolate strawberry cake, made by Frypan.

In the evening, after he defeated Winston and Frypan in Call Of Duty at least 10 times, he decided to take a walk around the city, to get some fresh air and enjoy the rest of the day.

Shortly said, his day was going completely fine and he was kinda sad it will end.

He wanted it to last forever.

***

A few blocks away there was in Thomas' direction walking a guy his age, who thought the exact opposite.

Newt's day was going horrible. Seriously he had no idea how it could get worse. But of course life had his own ways to prove him wrong, didn't it?

Not only did he forget his friend's birthday, got a virus on his phone, cut his finger at least 5 times while peeling potatoes, had to skip lunch because he was running late – he also had to deal with a slight cold which was kindly accompanying him.

He wanted this day to finally end. He had enough of this. Enough of everything and everyone!

He decided to go on a walk to calm himself down, just a bit. Minho was already mad at him. Gosh how could he forget the birthday of his only friend?? That's kinda embarrassing.

If he wants this day to end as quickly as possible, he should go to sleep instead of going outdoors. But Minho is his roommate and.... Well. You know the problem.

Newt didn't want to be killed by Minho's death stare. Not yet.

His hands were in his pockets as he walked on a sidewalk right next to the street. He walked past something that was lying on the floor.

He should ignore it but he didn't and he saw a little bird lying there and shivering, slightly.

Oh damn it's actually alive. He thought. As a kiddo he always wanted to save a poor animal and then become its owner. Of course he was an adult now and it was quite absurd to save the bird who was probably scared as shuck for its life that probably cannot be saved by an amateur like Newt.

He should leave it there and forget about it.

But then why was the bird in his hands while he continued to walk home?

He wanted to help it even if he knew he didn't know klunk about raising birds.

But the bird got scared of the sudden movement and it flew away. Not far though, it flew on the other side of the street, and fell somewhere in the grass.