Their New Life

Newtmas #1

      Author's Note: So this is going to be modern times and they're already dating. Sorry, I suck at titles.

Thomas's POV 

     I sit at the back of a coffee shop at a small wooden table with my legs propped up on it and my laptop in my lap, typing at a rapid speed. The coffee shop is cookie cutter house size and is placed on the corner of the long and narrow street. Huge windows pop out of the front and right side of it, so big that I didn't think a small building could hold them. Everything, from the furniture to the Fall decorations are vintage looking, with oak chairs and tables and brown couches. With real leaves on the counter tops to the right and a cornucopia sitting in the center of the large table to the left of the shop. 

     I still can't figure out what to write about for my Creative Writing class (I'm in my second year of college). I keep saying over and over in my mind This is your world you are creating, do whatever you want with it, but I just can't seem to grasp on to something for this short story. I need to write a short story (about 2500 words long or more) on something and turn it in by tomorrow, but I don't know what to write about. I decide to text Newt and see if he has any suggestions. 

Thomas: Babe, I need your help. 

Newt: You always need my bloody help. 

Newt: What is it? 

Thomas: I need to write a short story on something for one my Creative Writing class and I don't know what to write about. 

Newt: I had to take that class last year too and I just wrote about a childhood memory of mine 

Newt: Write about your favorite memory of us. 

Thomas: But there are so many that i love! How am I supposed to pick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Newt: Them write about our first date. When we went bungee-jumping and I was scared as hell, but you put your arms around me and we went soaring to our deaths together and I would have been happy to die with you at that moment.                                                                                                                                

Thomas: Great, now we're all bloody inspired. 

Newt: I hate you. 

Thomas: That was perfect. I love you babe.  

Newt: Love you too darling.

     And so I spent the next 4 hours writing my best piece yet about the love of my life.