11:11 PM (Newtmas AU) [✔]

Tuesday, 1:30 AM

Thomas:
Teresaaaaaaaaa

Thomas:
TERESAAAAAAA

Thomas:
ANSWER ME.

Thomas:
Brenda is outside naked.

Teresa:
WHERE?!

Thomas:
:)

Teresa:
Fucker.

Teresa:
What do you want, Tom?

Thomas:
I need to ask for a favor,

Teresa:
Okay??

Thomas:
Could you possibly talk to Newt?

Thomas:
Ask him what is wrong with him? Because he won't answer me. He blamed me for something, I don't even know what I did wrong...

Teresa:
This is Universe's doing.

Thomas:
Universe is fücking cruel.

Teresa:
No, Tom.

Teresa:
Usually, what you wish for doesn't fall right into your lap; It falls near by and you have to recognise it, stand up, and put in the time and work to get to it. This isn't because the universe is cruel. It is because the universe is smart. It is because it has its own cat-striking theory and knows that we don't appreciate things that fall right into our laps.

Thomas:
Oh wow...

Teresa:
So yes, I'll help you. But only if you promise that you promise that you'll appreciate Newt, Tom. Because people don't “always appreciate things that fall right into their laps.”

Thomas:
Newt means the world to me, Teresa. I'd never do anything but appreciate him. Damn, even in a room full of art, I'd stare at him.

Teresa:
Then I'll help you but you have to try for yourself as well. Understood?

Thomas:
Yes ma'am.

Teresa:
Good.

Teresa:
Now, where's Brenda?

Thomas:
Oh, sweet lord.