End Game (Newtmas AU) {ON HOLD}

TWO

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I wanted to write down exactly what I felt but somehow, the paper stayed empty; and I could not have received it any better.
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For Newt, time seemed to stand still. Literally, he could see everyone else moving , running, laughing and for him, it felt like time stood still, frozen in his thoughts about the puppy eyed boy; Thomas. His words roamed around his mind, as if being furious bees hitting the glass containor that kept them inside. But that feeling wasn't something new to Newt as he had had those thoughts and feeling here in 4 months. And what did it take for them to be triggered for once again? An simple glare and an threatening move from Thomas, let alone the earlier shiver that he sent through his spine.

"Can we go now? I'd like to wash the salt off my body." The blonde boy stated and instantly sat up placing the towel that he was sitting on carefully inside his bag, with Minho watching and not ever making an comment on how Newt would always fold his clothes, trying not to miss a single spot. Besides, it was Newt, they were talking about. Newt, who always had an cleaning disorder that however came to the surfance a couple of days after the accident , along with many other problems. So after watching him cautiously, minho sat up with a nod.

"Alright." Minho replied, yet gave Newt an questioning glance, obviously not believing his best friend lie. Besides, they had practically grew up together. He was there at Newt's 5th birthday, they started together the kiddengarden and sticked together through hell all the way till high school. He knew his friend a little bit better than that. But of course he couldn't accuse him at his face as also respected him. Therefore, He sloppily placed his towel inside his bag then got up kicking the sand off his flippers as he glanced back at Newt who did the same. A moment later, they quietly started to head back towards the main street.

But little did Newt know that only a couple of metres separated him from the boy that he had been bringing inside his head. Thomas.

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"Can you believe this?!" Thomas almost yelled taking his towel from besides and bringing it up to his face so that he could wipe away the strawberry juice that started to ran from his forehead down to his jaw and eventually leave a sticky river behind, something that would take hours to get out, let alone his hair. And not only that, but also Alby, his best friend that practically drew him up to that beach started to laugh at his face. "May I know the reason why you're laughing?" He asked with pure sarcasm at his voice his hands then resting at his hips.

At that reaction, Alby only shrugged , biting down on his lower lip so that he could suppress the laughter that threated to escape his lips. "You just got smoothied all over your head." Alby breathed out escorted with a mix of laughter then brought his hands up to his sides as if to hold them from hurting. That might had causes hum to laugh, but Thomas didn't share the moment as he chose to death glare him. "And may I ask by who?" Alby, the dark skinned boy asked, bringing his hands to rest beneath his head as an way for him to enjoy the sunbath he had been having till then.

The brunet boy let out an frustrated scoff, starting to pace up and down the wooden floor, yet once his feet touched the hot sand, he cursed under his breath then turned fully to look at Alby. "An blonde boy that I've never met before in my life, that's who!" Thomas called out his voice raised yet once he realized that, he inhaled deeply to calm down then sat down at his chair. "We we're supposed to either share a smoothie or---"

"Wait, you were supposed to share a smoothie?" Alby interrupted him sitting up at his chair so that his body would now fully face Thomas. "I am not sure Colin would like that now, would he?" He questioned, and Thomas turned to look at him with a confused expression over the name that Alby mentioned. "You didn't forget Colin, did you?" Alby added to his previous question giving Thomas an distrustful glance.