Two days more had passed and it was Thursday. Newt lay idly on his bed wistfully staring at the blandest of bland ceilings. He had Thomas had yet to meet up for their rain checked plans and,hell, they hadn't talked, texted, called- anything since. They'd seen each other, sure. In school, across hallways with a glance, half smile and sometimes a wave between them.
'To get my mind off Tommy,' Newt thought, 'I could study, maybe get good grades, get a scholarship, go to college and maybe be successful in life.'
A glance at his silent cellphone was enough to settle the familiar gloom over his mind. 'Eh. Better not. Nevermind.'
He sighed dramatically,rolling over so his face was directed into his sheets and mattress. It was hard to breathe.
"Maybe if I suffocate myself, I won't feel like this anymore." His voice came out muffled and almost inaudible to his own ears.
The doorbell rang, speakers directed the sound all over the house, reaching even Newt's unwilling ears. Hearing it, he rolled over onto his side and curled up, locking his hands around his knees.
"Go away, Tommy, I'm mad at you!" He yelled, knowing Thomas was well out of earshot.
The bell sounded again, four or five times in quick succession. With the faintest of smiles playing on his lips, Newt moved off the bed, sighing regretfully as his resting muscles groaned and cracked in protest.
Ring!
Newt rushed down the stairs through the hallway and yanked open the door.
Thomas was just about to leave.
He'd turned his back to the door and was two steps away. When Newt appeared, Thomas turned and took, a shaky breath. Newt's breath hitched in his throat.
Thomas was shaking-trembling hard. His hair stuck up like crazy, his eyes were bloodshot red and watering.
Thomas covered the distance between them in one long stride and enveloped the shorter boy in a hug.
Newt took a while to hug back. His arms wrapped around the brunette and right hand moved in comforting circles.
