"tom, it's for you." his grandma handed him the phone, while a puzzled face appeared on thomas' face.
"hello?" thomas wasn't used to getting phone calls, especially when it wasn't from his parents.
"hey man, it's newt." a picture of newt smiling into the phone appeared in thomas' mind.
"why are you calling me?" thomas asked, plopping down onto his bed.
"i was bored, tommy!" newt whined. "or is it illegal for me to call my buddy bro now?"
"don't call me that again, ever." they shared a laugh. "i mean it." thomas added.
somehow, they never ran out of things to say to each other. thomas knew he could have stayed up all night talking to newt over the phone, and he would have, if his grandmother hadn't made him hang up the phone. in her defense, it was past midnight and the phone was probably overheating from the five our conversation.
thomas remember falling asleep with a smile on his face and butterflies in his stomach.
