Newtmas One-Shots

BUS BUDDIES (NEWTMAS AU)

DEDICATED TO: CrazyCreepypastaFan

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Thomas boarded the bus with a sigh. Standing in the aisle, he noted that nearly all of the seats were taken. Shaking his head, he started the slow journey to the back of the bus.

As he walked, whispers swirled around, tightening around him like a particularly uncomfortable, too-small hoodie. "Is that the new boy?" He heard an ebony-haired girl say. He glanced at her, and she turned away, a light blush dusting her cheeks. "He's cute," he heard her whisper to her friend, a black haired Asian guy. "I guess... but he's not as cute as me," the girl's friend sassed, taking out a mirror and blowing a kiss and winking at his reflection.

Thomas smiled to himself. They reminded him of him and his old best friend, Gally. Well, before Gally became extremely hateful towards Thomas for no apparent reason, hence why he was in this position now. On a bus on his way to a new school in a new town.

Thomas shook his head. There's no point in dwelling on the past, he thought. What's important is I'm ok now. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. Exhaling, he opened his eyes and looked around, trying to find an empty seat. His eyes scanned the ripped felt seats before his gaze fell on a space beside a blonde with his nose buried in a dog-eared book.

Thomas made his way over to the blonde. He fell into face-first into the seat when the bus lurched forward suddenly. The boy paid no attention to him. Thomas blushed, stood up, cleared his throat and asked:

"Can I sit here please?"

The blonde ignored him. Thomas tried again.

"Um hello? Can I sit here?"

The boy finally turned his way. Thomas sucked in a breath. He was immediately struck by his immense beauty. The boy was scrawny and looked like he hadn't had a good sleep in weeks. His eyes were brown and held years of pain. A scowl was etched onto his face, hard lines creasing his brow and the sides of his mouth.

"Well I'm hardly going to say no, am I?" He said impatiently, his voice rough with a hard British accent. Thomas gawked at him; his voice didn't match his petite body.

The boy turned back to his book. Thomas blinked and sat down, folding his hands awkwardly in his lap. The boy was at least a few inches smaller than Thomas, even though they were around the same age. 

"Soooo...." he said, drawing out the "O". The blonde turned towards him angrily.

"What's so important that I have to look up from my book?" He said exasperatedly. Thomas thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

"I want to get to know you. I'm new to this town, and I need to make some friends."

The blonde sighed and closed his book. "Well, my name's Newt, I'm 15 and I'm very boring. That's all you need to know," he said, re-opening his book.

Thomas was shocked. Why would this perfect specimen call himself boring? It made Thomas very confused.

"Well, I don't think you're boring. You seem very interesting."

Newt rolled his eyes. Closing his book, he turned to Thomas. "Okay, so, whatever your name is, you have no idea who I am or what I'm like. Once you get to know me, IF you get to know me, you'll think I'm the most annoying person in the world." He spat harshly.

Thomas gulped. "I find that very hard to believe."

Newt shook his head. "Whatever you say. Go on, then. Tell me about yourself. What's YOUR name?"

"Thomas."

"Well, Tommy, what's your favourite band?"

"Fall Out Boy," Thomas said softly. The corners of Newt's mouth turned up in a small smile. Thomas gazed at him in awe. "That's my favourite band as well." Newt said, his tone lighter than before. Thomas's heart was fit to burst. It made him pleased to see Newt show an emotion other than anger.

They continued to ask each other questions for the most of the rest of the ride to school. Thomas was amazed to see that they were actually very alike. Everything was going great, and Thomas felt like he had known Newt his whole life.

But then Newt asked a question that broke Thomas's heart.

"Why are you being nice to me Tommy? I know you don't actually want to be my friend, so why are you doing this?"

Thomas felt like crying. "I do want to be your friend Newt! Why in the world would you think that I don't?"

Newt looked down at his lap. "Because nobody ever does," he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't cry!" Thomas said, putting two fingers under Newt's chin and tilting it up so the smaller boy was looking up at him. The blonde's eyes were squeezed shut.

"I'm going to tell you a story," Thomas said softly. Newt's eyes were still closed.

"When I was back in New Jersey, I had a best friend. His name was Gally, and he was the nicest person in my neighbourhood. He was smart, rich and religious, as well as a goody-two-shoes."

At this, Newt snorted, opening his beautiful eyes. Thomas smiled, glad he got Newt to laugh.

"Gally and I were extremely close. We were so close, in fact, that I thought I could tell him my biggest secret. But I thought wrong.

"Gally took my secret the wrong way. He started beating me up and spreading rumours that were all garbage.

"The bullying got so bad that I had to move to a new town. But I was happy. I wanted a fresh start. And I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could find a real friend who would support me in everything I did."

Thomas was breathing heavily at this stage. Newt was staring at him, trying to tell him telepathically that everything was okay now, that Newt would be his friend.

"What's your secret?" Newt blurted out, not being able to help himself. He immediately felt bad, however, and started apologising profusely. "I'm sorry, Tommy. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Thomas smiled at him. "It's ok, Newt. I was gonna tell you anyway."

He inhaled sharply and said:

"I'm gay."

Newt was staring at him again. Oh God, Thomas thought. He's gonna be a homophobe or something and then where will I be-

His thoughts were cut off, however, by Newt's next words. "I'm gay, too."

Relief flooded Thomas's body. He felt like standing up and cheering. He refrained, however. He didn't want to scare Newt.

Newt looked relieved, yet afraid. "You're the first person I've come out to, Tommy, so please don't tell anyone. I'm not ready for that yet, and my classmates will start bullying me even more if they find out." He burbled, fear written across his face and tears falling down his cheeks. "That's why I was so reluctant to open up to you, Tommy. I thought you would be like the rest."

Thomas felt his heart break for a second time. "Oh, Newtie. My poor, poor Newtie," he murmured sadly, pulling Newt to him and embracing him tightly. "I'll be your friend, forever and always." 

The bus came to a stop. Newt pulled back from Thomas's embrace and sighed, looking out the window. The school was large and grey, flooded with students. It looked like an old prison. Tall walls surrounded the building, and engraved into the heavy wooden doors were the words "WICKED Academy".

Thomas gulped, and Newt chuckled darkly, wiping away his tears.

"Welcome to hell, Tommy."

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1283 words.

Unedited.

Part 2?

JAMES DASHNER ANNOUNCED THAT NEWT IS GAY AND IM