Dear Newt,
YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S MAKING THIS ALL COMPLICATED, NEWTON.
I HAVE NOT, AM NOT, AND NEVER WILL BE, INTERESTED IN GUYS.
Not that I'm against all the gay people in this world, though. I respect them very much.
I'M JUST OFFENDED BY THE FACT THAT YOU ASSUME I'M GAY.
Like, seriously? I thought you were smarter than that.
You make it sound so easy, just up and liking someone else. You don't understand, Newt. There is no someone else for me. There's only Teresa. Now it may confuse you as to why it'd like that, but trust me, it just is. You wouldn't understand.
Besides, why should I listen to you, anyway? No offense, but I don't even know you. In real life, I mean. All I know is that you're a Glader, your real name is Isaac, and that you're in the lacrosse team with your friends. Why should I trust your decisions?
Now, Newt, if by any chance you could earn my trust, I may just reconsider. Until then, allow me to crawl into a hole and die and just remember how Teresa looked so beautiful today in our club meeting.
Yours sincerely,
Thomas
PS. 1, it is not normal to like Barbie dolls and 2, it is not normal to want to shag them. There, I answered your questions. Geez, what is this, day care?
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YOURS SINCERELY • newtmas au
FanfictionThomas is writing letters to Newt, who seems to be the other side of the coin he's stuck to. ( tmr highschool au feat. newtmas with a dash of bromantic minewt )
