Dear Newt,
You know what? I think Minho's just as frustrated as you now that the two of you aren't talking. Which brings me to ask, by the way: what did you fight over?
Rachel and I argue all the time--even more with at asshat Aris--but somehow we all still manage to sit at the same table the next day. Friends are weird like that. We get angry and tired of them, but at the end of the day, it's all okay. At the end of the day, we're all lonely and we miss each other even more. From the way I see it, Minho seems to be an irreplacable person in your heart. I'm sure it's likewise with him, too.
(Can you tell me about him? Minho? He'll always be an asshat to me, but I feel like he has a story. I want to understand him.)
I don't have any allergies. My favorite color? Hmmm...it's gotta be blue. I don't know why, but it's a color that calms me down. Maybe it's because it reminds me of Teresa's eyes?
How about we give each other's addresses, and we can mail each other letters without relying on the school? It'll just be for Christmas break though. Don't worry: I won't break into your house to get my jacket back. I trust that you'll take care of it.
Yours sincerely,
Thomas
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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 )
