Newt imagines 2

Old school firends pt3

So this was requested -thank you so much!! Although it was requested ages ago and I've just been extremely slow but very good a procrastinating (like the rest of my life. Not that I'm complaining, I bloody love procrastinating) So enjoy

You were sat on the bed, dressed in thick lazy clothes. Flicking around on your phone, passing the time. "Do you bring out the best in me?" You say looking to Newt, who was reading his book.
His soft brown eyes gleamed at you. "What?" He laughed, moving to sit besides you.
"It's a buzzfeed quiz about having a good boyfriend." You show him, his childish smile laughing at you.
"Depends what the best you is...." He cocked his head, pressing his hands to your waist and edging himself closer.
You quickly push him down onto the bed, not hesitating to straddle him. You held a hand forcing his chest down, the other stroking along the little creases on his neck. "A psychopath." You giggle, lean down and whisper in his ear, biting on the lobe. "Who loves killing older boys." His confused, scarred face cracked you up, you slide off of him lying on his arm. "I'm not that much older than you." He whined.
You laughed till your sides ached, and even then kept going. You elegantly kissed his cheek seeing how distressed he was. "No your not darling."
He rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending to be posh."
I pouted and leant over him. "Just because daddy refused to buy me the ten ponies I wanted..."
He kissed me quickly. "Shut up silly." We both cracked up, lying besides each other, our hands in a mini battle, over absolutely nothing.

The door opened and my brother strolled open, lazily chewing on some gum. His arms flopped at his side, his cap slapped on backwards. He stared at us, frowning. "What you doing?"
I knew Newt was looking at me to answer, our relationship our little secret, we didn't need more drama on this holiday, not yet at least. I shrugged. "We're chilling, we'd be eating chocolate but thanks to someone we have none left!" I raise both eyebrows.
He shrugged back and trooped out. "By the way, you do know we are going to that stupid gallery today, right?" He shouted heading down the attics stairs.
My eyes flew open wide and rolled a huge circle like a carousel, great another day of boredom, but then I noticed the interest in Newt's face, how excited his star-gazing eyes were. So I sighed and got up, let's do this a whole day looking at old paintings and new modern ones that look like.... Well I have no idea what they are meant to be.

The gallery was essentially a building for my parents to humiliate themselves trying to impress Newt's parents, a place for Newt to spend hours reading about history, a long walk round in circles with my brother complaining about being allowed to skateboard, and a roof for me to stay warm under. A place were I can walk round nodding like I understand whilst secretly confused. A building for my parents to try and flaunt my manners and demeanour.

I was stood in front of a large painting, a round strike of light centred on a man nailed to a cross, morning men around him, vicious Romans and topless woman waving their tits about as they cried, flinging their bodies onto the floor, men and horses. Newt stood, a little gap between us, intensely reading the full essay on the history and origin of the painting. "Why do the women always have to be topless or naked?" I asked, anyone could have answered, I hardly concentrated the question to Newt, but I was glad that he took it upon himself to answer.
"Because it helps to symbolise their emotions, it shows how Jesus' death has made them one with God. As Jesus his cleansing them of their sins therefore they are perceived as being naked." He stood closer, staring up at the colossal painting, it was about twice the height of him.
I frown. "Yeah but I don't take of my shirt in public when I feel emotions, not like that." I hold out my arms and imitate one of the women, her eyes rolled back into her skull.
Newt laughed standing behind me, acting the part of the man this woman had fainted in the arms off. I smiled up at Newt, seeing his sweet double chin again. "How about we play a game?"
Newt chuckled. "Love this really isn't the right place."
"You haven't even heard what it is!" I get out of our acting position. "How about we go to each painting and see if we can copy the people, whoever wins gets the loser to buy them a cake at the cafe."
Newt smiled and nodded. "As long as I still get to read."
"Yeah, yeah." I pushed that aside, grabbing his hand and running back to the beginning.