oneshots // newtmas

and i knew it was you

THOMAS

playιng: [favourite] - [isabel larosa]

0:45 ───⊙─────── 2:13

"darling can I be your favourite"

NEWT

playιng: [cinnamon girl] - [lana del rey]

1:25 ───⊙─────── 5:00

"you'll be the first who ever did"

Thomas' POV

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Thomas was nine years old the first time he fell in love.

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His sneakers tapped on the wood of the boardwalk. His mouth and face were slightly sticky from a long-finished cotton candy.

His mom was talking on the phone to someone. He couldn't remember any words she had said, just an angry face and a loud voice. That part of the memory was worn down with time, like the way other faces were blurry when he recalled this.

There had been a fair that night, just outside town. He had been excited, and now he was sad, the tension still a lot for him to process. 

He called to his mom, who put a fifty dollar bill in his hand, then going back to her phone.

"Mom, can I please go to the games?" and she waved him off.

He weaved his way through the crowd, and found his way to some shooter game.

"Can I have one game card, please?" and the person working there, a bored teen girl, handed him a ticket stub and held out her hand for money. 

He was handing it over when he heard the clink of coins on the ground, and a blonde boy was sprawled there, some laughter and heavy footsteps walking away. Thomas dropped to the ground, offering him a hand. 

He accepted it, and Thomas looked at him, as he dusted off his t-shirt, blonde curls wild and face glowing in the neon lights.

"Are you okay?"

His eyes were slightly watery with tears, and he looked at his knees, which were scratched. 

"Yeah. Thanks for helping me."

"Yeah! I'm Thomas, also. What's your name?"

"I'm Isaac," he said, giving Thomas a high five.

"Cool. Do you want to play this game with me?"

"Sure." He looked at the coins in his hand, before glancing back up. "I- don't have enough money."

"That's ok, I can pay for you!" Thomas said, perhaps a bit too eagerly. Isaac looked at him, before nodding.

"Okay!"

"Can I have another card?" he asked the girl, who had been watching them distastefully. 

She scowled slightly, but handed another over.