Blondie // newtmas au (abandoned)

limp.

// sorry i havent been updating lately i just havent been inspired to write so i'll try as much as i can, so heres another one which is probably gonna be really crappy //

Newt's pov

A couple days passed since I told Thomas that I was gay, and we've gotten closer over the time. He has also been asking me who I thought was cute in the school, little did he know I thought he was the one who was cute, but of course I never told him. We were walking to our last class when Thomas stopped me as he looked at me funny, "why do you walk like that?" He asked, looking at my leg.

I then stopped walking, looking back at him, "huh?" I questioned.

"You have a limp, how come?" He noticed, looking up at me. I'm almost shocked he asked me, because I'm so used to having my limp, I usually forget it there. But then when I remember, it gets me insecure.

I sigh slightly, looking at my leg. "I fucked up my leg years ago, it was in an accident." I nod, looking down, kind of feeling ashamed of myself for some reason. I looked up, seeing a frown on Thomas' adorable face, it kinda hurt me because he never looks sad. "I'm alright though, it doesn't hurt" I say with a small smile.

"I feel kinda bad now" he said with an awkward chuckle, blushing softly.

I chuckle, "it's okay, it's okay, now let's get to class before we're more late than we already are." I say, continuing to walk to the class with my small limp, Thomas alongside me.

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I threw my backpack down to the corner, with a huff. "Man, I hate college" I mumble, plopping myself down on the tiny couch.

"Me and you both" Thomas agreed, sitting down next to me. "Hey, can you help me with homework though?" He asked, getting his homework from his backpack.

"I thought you were too cool for homework" I laugh, looking at him.

"I never said that," he mumbled, "I just said that.. yanno, I rarely do homework, but I feel like I should today. Now are you going to help me or not?" Thomas huffed.

"Alright, alright" he say, getting mine from my bag, putting it on the table. "What class do you need help in?"

"Algebra" he sighs.

"Well you're in luck cause I'm good at that" I say with a smile.

"So you're a British, homosexual nerd?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Rude, but true, yes I am" I nod, with a small chuckle.

"I like it" he nods as I blush softly, obviously forgetting that's not what he means. We finally get onto doing homework, he's actually pretty intelligent because he caught on easily. But that day ended with us getting tired and watching a movie and me falling asleep on him.

// sorry my chapters are like really really short but idk what to do for a plot yet so bare with me here //