They only have gym class together.
They're not even friends.
At least at the start they weren't.
But when Newt sees Thomas passed out drunk at a party things take a turn ;)
A turn that Newt wasn't expecting (*multiple winks*)
(Know that there is...
I try to search for Minho to tell him that I'm here and plus I don't want to stand alone either.
There are a lot of people, you can say about a good 30-40 people. The party started about forty minutes ago and more people will be coming.
The house is like a mansion. Freaking enormous. It's so appealing.
My house only had like four rooms and yeah the basic stuff.
Over here though, Minho is getting five bathrooms and a whole movie theater inside his house!
Ugh, it's too loud here. Are people drunk? I never really go to that many parties but I know what to expect.
I start to look for Minho.
Finally, after walking for a few minutes which feels like years I find Minho in the kitchen.
Handing out drinks and blasting his shitty music.
Typical Minho.
"Minho! Hey!" I wave my hand up and down so he can see me.
"Hmm? Who said my name?" Minho looks around.
"Right here!" I try to squeeze past everyone.
"Hey, Thomas! EVERYONE MAKE WAY FOR THOMAS." Minho yells once he finds me.
Agh. I hate the attention why does he have to be so outgoing. I can talk in school but this party is giving me weird vibes. However, people do scoot over so I can get to the table Minho and his friends are at.
When I finally get to him, I place my hands on the table. Not a big deal right? Placing my hands on a table. AHAHAh nope.
"Holy shit." I say as I look at the table.
"Good lord are you high already?" One of Minhos friends say looking at me laughing.
"This table is amazing." I move my hand around the table.
I have a thing for seeing fancy things.
Probably because I don't own anything really like that.
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A/N : That's the kitchen btw lol
"Alrightie. Screw this. Want a drink?" Minho says patting my back and looking at the beers.
I don't know what to say. Yes? My mom would be so disappointed in me if I said yes.
"Uh, no thanks. I'm good." I say smiling. Even though all I want to do right now is cry.
Why do I want to cry? Everything is fine.
I hate my emotions.
"Okay, bro. But you need to let go once in a while. Don't be tense all the time." He replies genuinely.
