Newtmas One-Shots

PIZZA DELIVERY (NEWTMAS AU)

It was 11pm on a Saturday night, and Newt was working in the most popular pizza place in the town. He wasn't actually doing work like he was supposed to be, though; instead, he was hiding in the back and reading "The Maze Runner". He was sat on a pile of pizza boxes, curled up into a little ball. He was so absorbed in his book that he didn't notice his manager storming towards him, nor did he notice the steam that was spilling from his ears.

"NEWT GREENE! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!?" Frypan screamed at him. He was so shocked that he fell off the pile of boxes he was sitting on. The world slowed down as the forty boxes fell down on top of him, completely covering him. He shrieked loudly like a seven year old girl.

"HELP! I'M DYING!" He shouted, his voice muffled.

"No you're not. Now get up and start taking orders!" His manager deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

Newt's head popped up, and he sighed. He untangled his gangly limbs and stood up. Brushing himself off, he reached down into the mess and tried to grab his hat and book, his tongue stuck out in concentration. His fingers fished around, trying to grasp onto something that wasn't cardboard.

Eventually, he found them. Placing his hat on his blonde hair and his book under his arm, he walked out to the desk.

The takeaway was packed, and the phone wouldn't stop ringing. "SOMEONE GET THE PHONE!" One of his co-workers, Minho, shouted. Newt lunged for it and picked it up.

"Hello! This is Pete's Pizza Place. How may I help you?" He said cheerfully, catching the pen and notebook Minho threw at him.

"H-hello. C-c-can I p-place an order f-for a p-p-pepperoni pizza, p-p-please?" The male voice on the other end whispered. Newt was taken aback; the voice sounded like music to his ears. It made him feel all tingly inside.

"Sure thing, love! What size would you like it to be?"

"L-l-large, please."

"Anything else?"

"N-n-no, thank y-y-you. C-c-can you p-p-please d-d-deliver it t-to me?"

"Me?!?" Newt asked, his heart thumping wildly. "Y-y-yes please. You s-sound n-nice. M-my address is 250 g-Glade Street."

Newt did a little dance. "Sure thing! It should be ready in about ten minutes. See you then! Love you, bye."

He hung up and he whistled a little tune. Then he realised what he said at the end of the conversation. His eyes widened, and he clasped a hand over his mouth. Oh my God, he thought. I'm an idiot. Why did I say that? He prayed that the stranger didn't hear him, but he knew that there was no WAY that he couldn't have missed the words.

He face-palmed and groaned. Now the sweet voice is going to think I'm a weirdo, he thought. Oh well. I can deal with it. I've been thought worse of.

He was very openly gay, and everyone knew it. With the greeting "I'm here, and I'm queer!", it was very hard NOT to know.

He shook his head clear of thoughts and walked into the back, abandoning his duties as a worker. In his eyes, he had done enough work for the night.

He gave the order to the chief pizza maker, Alby. "Have it done in ten minutes please, Albs." He said. Alby nodded while rolling dough.

He skipped into the back of the room, his book still tucked under his arm. He sat in a dusty corner and opened it, once again being transported into the amazing world that James Dashner had created.

~

Ten minutes later, Alby was shouting at him. "COME ON NEWT! YOU'VE GOT A CUSTOMER WAITING FOR THIS PIZZA!" Newt grunted in response, still stuck in the book. Alby sighed.