Break-Ups (Newtmas Short Story) (COMPLETED)

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The third one didn't even sting.

The third one dissipated like steam in the night sky, quickly and with no trace.

The third one wasn't a break-up for Newt, but the bitter rejection of Thomas.

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4 months later

Thomas was feeling particularly conflicted lately.

Everything fell back into normal routine about three days after Newt and Brett were officially over. To be quite honest, it seemed like Newt didn't even care in the slightest about Brett, which was all fine by Thomas. If anything, he seemed happier without Brett around.

Thomas should have felt selfish, he was sure, because now that Newt was incredibly single, and had been incredibly single for the last four months, he had taken it upon himself to make the most of the other's availability. Ever since Newt's last break-up, Thomas had went full steam ahead, dragging Newt along on the train behind him without ever thinking that Newt might be able to see where he intended as their final destination.

It wasn't necessarily flirting, Thomas assured himself. It began with cheesy compliments and shy gestures, as any pair of best friends would do. When Newt didn't object to his advances, Thomas sped up the train, and they progressed to cuddling during movies and making each other drinks, and well, anything that seemed even slightly domestic.

That's how the past four months went. Newt didn't object to Thomas and Thomas kept pushing forward on the tracks, enjoying the moment with all his worth. But now, Thomas faced a problem.

Despite how much he enjoyed the constant flirting and teasing and passion, it had made his feelings for Newt surge even deeper than he had originally thought.

And now, the train Thomas was driving was about to fly off the tracks.

He knew he would crack soon. There was only so much 'flirting' he could take before he snapped and kissed Newt, and if that were to happen, Thomas was terrified he'd lose his best friend. He knew he had to stop, but by no means did he feel like hitting the breaks.

After debating his dilemma for weeks, Thomas finally came to one conclusion.

He would have tell Newt the truth.

He would have to tell Newt he was in love with him.

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It's our night.

Newt's words floated around like a dream inside Thomas's thoughts from the moment they stepped inside the small pub on the outskirts of town. After spending way too much time apart, with Thomas's new promotion and Newt's new attempt at acting, the pair had decided they couldn't spend another night cooped up under pressure and stress. And of course, what better way to release some stress than by getting wasted with your best friend?

Promising they would not to be swept away by any boys or girls that came their way, Thomas had high hopes for the evening. It was their night, just Thomas and Newt, just two best friends, and nothing would come to separate them.

The original overbearing music dimmed as they tipped back drink after drink, never once leaving the bar at which they sat. Their laughs echoed annoyingly loud, but they were oblivious to the drawing stares they were receiving from around the pub. Thomas felt euphoric, as if this night were a figment of his imagination. No way could he be having so much fun, could Newt be so close, could everything feel so right. He was certain that at any moment, his alarm clock would go off, and the dream he had had on so many nights would end just as abruptly as it always did.