You're Not The Only Professional Party-Crasher in Town

Chapter Seven

"Newt?" You question, "What are you doing here?"

Newt's face flushes and he stumbles over his words. "I –uh, you left without saying goodbye."

"That would be my fault," Thomas cuts in before you can say anything, "I needed to... Well, you did hear it I suppose."

Newt closes the door behind him and hesitates slightly before turning around, concentrated creases in his hard thinking-face appear. You decide that he must be trying to choose his words carefully, maybe this is his only opportunity to let the healing begin. "I knew you were sorry Thomas but I – I felt like I had some sort of control if I hadn't forgiven you." Newt's fingers find the edges of his jacket cuffs to tug nervously at, "That I was the one with the power instead of being this weak little boy, still stuck in that damned silo." Newt shakes his head, "But I've realised something... that maybe if I forgive you these nightmares, these episodes, maybe they will leave too."

Thomas shakes his head, "I don't expect you to forgive us just like that, after everything we've... I've put you through..."

"I'm not forgiving you just for you," Newt says firmly, "This is for myself as well. So I can move on from this mess, finally."

Thomas looks to his feet and moves his head in a nodding manner, "Thank you, Newt."

Gally shifts uncomfortably again, the side of his cheek in his teeth. "I –I'm sorry too, you know, for, yeah." Gally awkwardly shuffles to the front door but before he can leave, Newt shoots out an arm to stop him from exiting the house.

"Now that we're altogether, I suggest we do something."

"What do you mean?" You ask, although you're almost one hundred percent sure that you know what he's going to suggest everyone to do next.

"Something to celebrate our reunion." Newt grins evilly before continuing, "I believe, Thomas, that you already have the skills needed although as you can probably tell, Y/N has definitely improved since my teachings."

"Oh knock it off." You reply, shaking your head with a faint grin on your lips

Thomas looks from you to Newt, mildly confused. And then, as if a globe sparks on above his head, "Wait a second... that was... that was you?"

"That was me alright, I planned that one for a good month or so." Newt says proudly, lucky you were drunk and I had Y/N to save the day."

"You... crash parties?"

"Oh for the- Gally can't help but face palm, "You're kidding right?" He looks from Thomas to Newt, to you and then even to Minho who's seemed to have been quiet and reserved this whole time. "Oh, you cannot be serious."

"Mind if I come along?" Alby says through a now open door, his grin a tad crooked from nerves.

"Of course not, the more the better." Newt says enthusiastically as he grabs a pen and stack of papers from your Dad's office, "We are going to plan the best party crashing plan –ever."

You sigh, of course it comes back to this. It always does in the end. "What needs to be done?" You ask, as you've never planned one with Newt before. It seems like a long process although you have suspicions that it won't take as long with this many hands to help.

"I need someone to search Facebook and find a party to crash." Newt says while frantically grabbing things from shelves. "And also –hey! Gally! It's too late mate, you're too far in to be leaving now." You turn to see Gally attempting his not-so-stealthy escape through the front door.

"But I..." Gally drops his head, "Alright fine. What can I do?"

"Log onto your Facebook."

"I thought Minho was doing that?"