~The diner~

...~Chapter 17...

Third person

Newt's house

(A/n: Time skip to a few weeks. Nothing happened just that they got closer and stuff?)

Newt and Thomas have been hanging out with each other a lot more lately, and the crushes they both had on each other had only grown. Newt still hadn't talked to Teresa since she quit her job at the diner and he honestly didn't want to talk to her again. What he was feeling with Thomas, was so much better then anything with Teresa. And they weren't even dating or had told the other of their crush and they hadn't planned to tell it to the other for at least a little longer.

"G'morning, Newt. W'atcha painting today?" Thomas asked as he rested his head on Newt's shoulder. "I don't really know. I'm just painting what my brain comes up with." He shrugs, not looking up from his painting. It was a calm saturday morning. Thomas hadn't talked to his father in weeks and he wanted to keep it that way. He met up with his mom a few times and even introduced her to Newt. They seemed to like each other, and Thomas was glad.

"Any plans today?" Newt asked, and Thomas shook his head even if Newt couldn't see. "No, I was thinking about just staying home." Newt chuckled, "So just like every other day?" Thomas rolled his eyes. "No, cause today I'm gonna make you teach me to paint!" Newt finally looked at him. "Oh really?" He said, putting his hand on his chin. Thomas nodded. "Yep! Now, c'mon! I want to do it outside!" He pulled Newt up from off the floor and they went outside.

"Okay, let me grab some things first!" Newt laughed, making Thomas giggle. Thomas was being very... impatient today. Thomas sat in the chair, looking out at the city. It was a nice day, Thomas was considering taking Thor on a walk after this. Newt came back with a paint brush and and some paint. "I guess we can start off with the basics?" Thomas nodded and watched Newt get everything ready. "I can try to teach you to blend them?" Newt asked, "Hey, you're teaching me." Newt rolled his eyes but smiled. "We'll start with that." Thomas nodded and got up to walk over to Newt and watched him and listened to him explain how to blend metallic paint. It seemed easy, but Thomas acted like he didn't know how to do it just to hear Newt talk about it some more.

"Okay, I'm done explaining, why don't you try it now?" Newt said, moving out of the way to give Thomas room. Thomas grabbed blue and red and put them on the small canvas they were using. He started blending the colors, making a purple between the two. "Like this?" He asked Newt and Newt smiled at him. "Yeah! Good job Tommy!" Newt hugged Thomas, making Thomas blush and smile. "Okay, lets do the next step."

Newt taught Thomas for the rest of the day, and neither of them minded. Happy they had the other with them. Thor watched the two, laughing and teasing each other. That's when Thomas made the mistake of getting some blue paint and putting it on Newt's nose. "Did you just?" Thomas burst out laughing at Newt's shocked face. That's when he felt some thing cold spread across his forehead. "Simba!" He heard Newt laugh, making Thomas look up at him. "Oh no you didn't!" Thomas smirked. He grabbed the tube full of yellow paint and squeezed it on Newt's face. "Tommy!" Newt cried, Thomas pointed and laughed. Newt smirked and and grabbed the blue paint and squirts it on Thomas, making Thomas laugh loudly. The sound was heavenly to Newt. They continued their little paint fight until they realize there's no more paint.

"Well, looks like we'll have to buy new paint..." Newt says, looking at the mess they made on his balcony. Thomas laughed, "Well, I'll buy it for you. I did start it." Newt shook his head. "No Tommy, it's fine. I can buy them. I mean, not to be rude, but you don't have any money."  Thomas pulled out a 20. "Where did you-"

"I've been baby sitting." Thomas shrugged. "Ever wonder why I'm home late on Wednesdays? Boom."

Now that Newt thought about it, Thomas was home late every Wednesday. He nodded, "Alright, you've got money but I'm still paying." Thomas laughed. "Newt, I brought this up cause I'm gonna pay for the paint. Understand?" This was... a weekly thing. They would "Fight" about dumb things such as dishes, where the other would sleep, who would pay for what, they already were acting like an elderly couple. "Tommy, just let me buy the paint." Newt pleaded.

This went on for a little while until Thomas finally said Newt could buy the paint. "See, wasn't so bad!" Newt smiled triumphantly. "Sure, okay..."

Thomas looked up into Newt's eyes and Newt looked into Thomas'. They both had a habit of doing this. There was a comfortable silence between the two. Though, as usual, it was ruined. There was a knock at the door. Newt walked over to the door and opened it. Revealing a drunk Minho.

"Minho?"

"HiNoot..." Minho slurs. "Are you drunk?" Newt asks, letting his friend in. "What? No! Why would I bedrunk?" He slurred again and walked in. "Minho, you called me 'Noot' and I can smell the alcohol on you. You need to stop doing this to yourself." Thomas heard this and decided to walk over.

"What's wrong?" He asks, going to stand by Newt. "Nothing Tommy. Just go back to the balcony, I'll tell you later." Newt waves Thomas off. "No, Newt. Minho is my friend so I'd like you to tell me now. I'm not a child." Newt looks over and Thomas stares in his eyes. "Look, Tommy. I know you're not a child, but you're still too young for any of this. So please, just go back to our- my room or the balcony, please." Newt turned back to Minho, and continued to scold him.

Does he think I'm too young? I've seen things that are probably far worse then this. Why does he think I'm too young. Does he think that little of me?

"Do you think that little of me?" Thomas says, his voice cracking at the thought. Newt stopped and looked over at Thomas. "No, Tommy, I don't mean it-" Newt topped when he saw a tear roll down Thomas' cheek. "Tommy, are you crying?" More tears fell from Thomas' eyes.

"You were one of the last people I had, I trusted you, and you were being nice to me but now I think it was a just pity. Pity for having such a terrible life. Pity for being alone. Pity for anything!" Thomas yelled, tears now streaming down his cheeks. I didn't know he was... so fragile... Man am I a jerk. "No, Tommy don't cry! It was never pity! I do care for you and-" Thomas cut him off. "No, Newt. I don't want more pity. That's all anyone's ever given me! Is pity!" Newt had tears in his eyes, threatening for them to fall. No, Tommy don't- "I'm leaving. I might come back." And with that, Thomas slammed the door shut.

"Did I just break you guys up?" Minho asks. Newt looked up at Minho with anger in his eyes. "I don't want to see you, Minho. Just leave. We were never dating." This was the side of Newt that he wanted no one to see, yet here it was. Minho looked at Newt with wide innocent eyes. "What did I do?" Minho asks. "I said. Get. Out." Minho quickly grabbed the things he had (Very little) And hurried out of the apartment.

Why did I have to make Tommy feel so little? Why did I make him feel weak? Why am I a rude person? Why am I- Why am I alive? I should've died then and there. Then I wouldn't have hurt anyone...

(A/n: So this was a cute chapter till the end... UGh.. I was really sad while writing this chapter. Don't worry, things will get better soon, I promise. And it was not Minho's and will never be Minho's fault. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it? At least till the end since the end is pretty... *Takes a deep breath* Angsty... So! I'm gonna go, something about my cousins after party to his Barmitzva? Well, I love you all my lovely, little turtles! Good morning/afternoon/night to wherever you are in the world or whenever you're reading this! BYEEE!!!

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-Kate