Fate is a Dangerous Thing {Newtmas Fanfic}

Panic

The pounding alarm startled the two boys out of a deep slumber. They both jump to their feet.
"Why the bloody hell is there music playing?".
"It's an alarm Newt.. For school.. Remember?".
"Oh..", the blonde hesitated before continuing on, "Well.. Let's get ready then".

Newt proceeded to the washroom with his bag of clothes to get prepared for his big first day.
Thomas couldn't help but stare as he left the room. His hair was slightly tussled and he slumped his posture as he walked, indicating how exhausted he was. Thomas didn't see a tired, injured and bitter teenager. He just saw some minor flaws that structured Newt, making him undeniably adorable to the brunette.

As Newt was getting ready in the washroom, Thomas got ready in his room. He sluffed on a new pair of jeans and a nice fitted hoodie. When the brunette finished changing, he walked to the mirror and played with his hair, quaffing it into a perfect drift on top of his head.

Today, Thomas was much more relaxed about school, making new friends.. Newt. Everything felt right, exactly how it should be. The fact that Newt and him spent the night in the same bed didn't even seem to phase his jitters. Everything was perfect. He wouldn't change a thing. But that's the thing about time, it's always changing.

Thomas heard a loud crash from outside his room and a small yelp to follow. The brunette, without hesitation ran into the hall and halted at the bathroom door. He tried to burst right through the door, but the blonde must have locked it.
"Newt! Are you alright?!".
The atmosphere was completely silent and nerves began to creep through Thomas's veins.
"Newt?!!".
Thomas was petrified, he froze. Stiles must have heard Thomas's screams because he can flooding out of his room as fast as possible.
"What's going on? Are you alright?".
"It's Newt!", the scared brunette blabbed while tripping on his words, "I think he's hurt or something.. I heard a loud crash.. I can't get in there.. He locked the damn door!".

Thomas was just rambling, nervous to see what happened to Newt, if he was okay. He normally wouldn't make it such a big deal, but Thomas knew how sensitive Newts ribs still were. He heard him from time to time throughout the night wince when he would rotate his body into a more comfortable position.

"Don't worry, I got this". Stiles ran into his dad's room, who had left for work early, rumbled through his drawers and came out with a baseball bat.

"Where the hell did that come from?".
"Just stand back".
Thomas did what he was told. Stiles took the giant tool, and hammered it down on top of the door knob, causing it to snap and fall on the ground. The door of the bathroom swung open and Thomas didn't hesitate to run in.

Newt was laying in the shower slowly coming to, it appeared he had been on conscience. Thomas quickly grabbed a towel and covered the boy.
"Holy shit! Newt are you alright?!", Thomas said to the blonde slowly waking.
"Yeah Tommy", his voice as groggy as can be, "I-I just slipped, I landed on my ribs, hurt like shuck.. Must have passed out from the pain". Newt really didn't want anyone to worry about him. As Thomas turned the water off, Newt wrapped the towel around his waist and forced himself up, no matter how painful it was.
"But I'm okay.. Trust me, let's just get to school ya?".
Stiles and Thomas shared a glance then directed it at Newt, furrowing their eyebrows.
"I'm okay! Really.. Please, can we just forget about this?".
The twins could here the desperate anguish in the injured boys voice, then agreed to pretend like it never happened.

The 3 boys continued to get ready, grabbed their bags, a quick breakfast and headed out the door. Newt's spirits seemed up but he would wince every now and then and Thomas would give him a sympathetic look each time he did. Newt would only glare or tell him to 'quit worryin', and that worrying would not heal his ribs any faster.
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The drive to school was silent. Stiles tried to engage them both in conversation but would only get a one or 2 word response, which caused him to eventually give up.