The doorbell rang late Saturday evening as I was lounging on the living-room couch.
"Get it," I ordered my twelve year old brother, Blaine.
"Can't," he said. His face was smashed into the side of a throw pillow and drool was leaking from the corner of his mouth. "I'm sleeping."
I rolled my eyes but begrudgingly stood anyway as the doorbell rang again. I straightened my t-shirt as I stood, hoping I didn't look as though I had just been hit by a train.
Ten second later and I opened the door. There was Newt. He grinned guiltily as I took him in; he was drenched head to toe, covered in mud on his back; there was a long cut on his face and feathers were in his hair; his shirt was torn at the shoulder, and his hands were bleeding.
"You'll never believe what just happened to me," Newt said.
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unlucky (newtmas)
Fanfiction"I take back every nice thing I ever said to you," I said. My head fell to the table with a thud. "Sorry, I have a no-return policy," Newt replied. "All of your sweet-nothing's have already been stored in the bank." "I'll burn the bank down." The t...
