ribbons

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Newt couldn't get what Thomas said out of his mind. He couldn't get it out of his head how he still had the ribbon. Why wasn't it on his wrist? Did these so called 'Creators' rip it off him?

But what confused him especially is how Thomas felt about him. That just made Newt feel lost.

He knew that he needed to ask Thomas about this. It's been bothering Newt ever since he came outside the Box. It could be the answer to everything, Newt thought.

Thomas would be working in the kitchen with Frypan today. He could just walk in and ask Thomas then and there. But something was stopping Newt and he didn't know what.

•••••

Thomas was ready. He was ready to tell Newt about the ribbon. He felt like the blonde boy knew about Thomas than he knew himself. I need the answer and I know he has it, he thought.

While he was washing dishes for Fry, he could see Newt come in. This is my chance, Thomas thought.

"Is Thomas here? Alby needs to see him." he could hear the boy say. But he could tell that he was lying.

"Yeah sure... HEY GREENIE, NEWT NEEDS YOU!" and with that, Thomas rushed out the room with a smirking Newt following him.

He eventually caught up with the brown boy and they walk side by side in silence. None of them could think of what to say.

"So what's up with you?" Thomas asks to break the ice but Newt looks at him and scoffs as they reach his bedroom.

"Really?"

"Come on Newt, you've been weird with me for the past few days. I have a right to know."

Thomas grabs the shredding ribbon from his pocket and presented to Newt, the blonde boy's emotion changing automatically.

"Newt... What is this? And why do we both have one?"

•••••

Newt, honestly, didn't know what to say or do. He was frozen. Thomas continued to ask him questions but they all became muffled and everything became to spin.

He couldn't breathe, all he could focus on were Thomas' eyes. They held concern and a sense of anger. That's the last thing Newt wanted.

"Newt? ISAAC!" and then suddenly, everything stopped and he was fine.

"What did you call me?"

"I just called your name... Newt."

I must of been dreaming, Newt thought. Of course, Thomas didn't know about the memory with them from WICKED. The Creators got rid of that.

Newt then realised the distance between him and Thomas. He was backed up against the wall with Thomas only a few centimetres away from him.

"Newt... what's going on with you?" the dark haired boy asks, placing a hand on Newt's cheek.

"... No... Nothing."

Thomas scooted closer to him, their chests against each other's. Newt choked, he wasn't comfortable with the situation that they were in. Of course he felt something towards Thomas... but he knew that he was doing this to get an answer.

"You can tell me anything." he whispers in the blonde's ear, his hand stroking his cheek.

Newt was slowly breaking. Inside, he was screaming, begging for him. His legs were like jelly. But he couldn't show anything. He had to keep quiet.

"Fuck Tommy."

"What?" and their eyes met.

"Nothing... Um, I just need to sit down." and Thomas moves so they can both sit down.

"Right now, tell me what's up."