𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

072 - A road trip

CHAPTER 72
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I couldn't have imagined.

Bertha turned out to be a car.

And it seems awesome.

Never in my life-at least of what I can remember-I've been in one.

The car seemed big enough for all of us to fit here, but as we took a look inside I don't think all of us can fit here.

Jorge was in the driver's seat, and Newt sat next to him. Frypan, Minho, Thomas, and Brenda sat in the backseat, barely moving and Teresa, Aris, Nolan and I stuffed ourselves in the trunk.

Indeed none of us could move.

I caught a glimpse of the front row which was the most comfortable-and saw Newt looking threateningly at Nolan.

Not again.

These two might fight about anything. Hopefully these days they barely talked but I could sense the hatred and dislike for each other.

I need to have a good talk with them soon to prevent any future fights or arguments.

They need to talk to each other and mostly not hate one another. I need to know why Newt is acting like this towards Nolan. There must be something else that I don't know. Something that would make me understand this hatred.

To me, it's just two boys-a girl's boyfriend and best friend arguing-that version is funny, but the hatred comes from a deeper level.

My thoughts were interrupted by a long sigh.

"This isn't working-we can barely breathe". Minho exhaled. "Thomas-get your hand off me-". He smacked the boy's palm.

"Ow-what do you want me to do? We can't fit in here-". Thomas replied with a frown.

"Move to the side!" He pointed in the opposite direction where Brenda was sitting. The girl didn't seem to be uncomfortable but she still was sitting in the corner. She tried to give him space.

Thomas narrowed his eyes at Minho.

Minho didn't seem to budge.

"Okay". He exhaled. "The girls do something so we can fit in here-Stella". He turned back to face me. "Go sit on your boyfriend".

My cheeks immediately heated up. "What?"

"Oh come on-he won't mind-do it for the poor kids there who can't breathe". Minho pressed.

I need it wouldn't be a problem to sit on Newt's lap..maybe. But I don't want to be selfish and let the others sudden back here. I turned to get out until-

"Hold on". Jorge turned back to face us all. "What do you mean the girls do something so you fit back there?" He gave Minho a questioning and threatening look.

Minho raised his eyebrows as if he said something obvious."I mean-that if I sit on that shank's lap"-he pointed at Newt-"he would probably suffocate. But if she goes, he won't".

Actually, that made sense. If Minho or anyone tried to sit on Newt's lap he would suffocate.

Jorge turned his head to me. "And you're okay with this?" He tried to read my expression, trying to find actual approval and not enforcement.

"Yeah". I nodded. "I don't mind".

Before I was about to exit the car someone else spoke again.

"Brenda, do you mind sifting a little towards Thomas?" Minho asked the girl. "Poor Fry can't breathe-".