(Newtmas) We're Boyfriends?

We're Boyfriends?

Newt walked to school with butterflies in his stomach. He constantly checked so his hair looked good, pulled his jeans up and tried to smoothen his shirt. Everytime he did one of these things he scolded himself - it wasn't like Thomas would notice anyway. It wasn't like yesterday even happened.

Newt watched as in trance as Thomas lips moved. They sat on Thomas' bed, studying. Newt's phone played music on low volume, the door was closed. Newt was vageuely aware of what Thomas was talking about - he was pretty sure it was math. But every word that left Thomas mouth sounded like a musical tone to Newt - he couldn't really hear what Thomas was saying, he only heard his voice.

Minho's papers lay spread on the bed - the Asian himself was in the bathroom. Probably fixing his hair.

Thomas was reading from the book, not looking up from it. Which meant Newt could stare without being caught - which was lucky for him since he barely was aware of his staring.

Thomas fluffy, brown hair shimmered in the sunlight that shone through the window. His warm, brown eyes flickered over the page with mild interest, mouth moving. It was a beautiful sight, really.

Newt couldn't stop himself. In a split decision he crawled over to Thomas, who looked up with a inquisitive look in his eyes - a 'what' was forming on his lips but Newt had already placed a soft kiss on them. Standing on his knees and leaning down, Newt let his hand slip around Thomas' neck, pressing even more into the kiss.

All of that happened in about four seconds. The fifth second Newt finally gained his thinking back, and he froze in place.

Ohmyshuckingholygod.

What the hell was he doing?

Why the hell did he do it? Thomas probably hated him now, kissing him like that. He didn't have a clue about Newt's feelings. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Newt pulled back, face burning with shame and regret.

"Shit, Tommy, I'm so bloody sorry!" he blurted out, not really knowing where to look. What the hell did you say after kissing your best friend?

All of that ran thorugh Newt's mind before Thomas pushed away the book, letting it fall to the floor and land with the pages folded under it. However, he didn't seem to care - instead he rose to his knees, locking eyes with Newt. He had an astonished look in his eyes - not a disgusted or weirded out. More like a did-this-really-happen?-look.

This time it was Newt who said 'what' before Thomas leaned in. He closed his eyes and focused on Thomas lips on his, the homework completely forgotten. Once again he slid his arms around Thomas' neck, deepening the kiss.

They jumped apart when they heard banging steps outside the door. They gave each other a flushed look just before the door flew open and Minho returned.

"Yo slintheads" he said casually as if he hadn't just spent twenty minutes in the bathroom. "What did I miss?"

Sick dream. Newt wasn't really surprised - he had had many dreams about Thomas - everything from normal best-friend-dreams, get-together-dreams or dreams where they already were a couple.

But this dream had seemed even more real than the others. Newt was sure it had happened.

But also, dreams were treacherous, made to fool and trick you.

'Act normal' he thought when he entered the school building. 'See how Thomas acts around you'.