beauty sleep

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Thomas woke to screaming. Loud, terrified screaming. His eyes flew open and he felt disoriented and confused. He looked around the vaguely familiar room until he found the source of the noise.

The thrashing blonde haired boy on the couch next to him was tangled in his blanket and there were tear tracks glistening on his cheeks in the pale moonlight. “Hey, hey newt,” he called softly, trying to sound comforting. “Hey newt, it’s alright, it’s just a dream.”

Thomas rolled off the couch and crossed to newt. He placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder and spoke softly. “Hey Newt, wake up mate.”

Newt thrashed out, almost knocking thomas in the face.

“What the bloody hell is going on,” he asked, his eyes wild, breathless.

“You were having a bad dream.” thomas explained.

“Oh.. yeah, yeah.” Newt sounded weird, but nodded vigorously several times.

“Are you okay?” thomas asked.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good, I’m good.” he stressed odd parts of the words he spoke and gulped air like he hadn’t breathed in ages.

“What was it about?” thomas asked, unable to stop himself.

“It was nothing. Just a dream. Just a dream.” Newts answer was vague and thomas couldn’t really blame him for dodging the question, it was a pretty personal thing to ask.

“Okay then,” he said. “let me know if i can do anything for you.”

Newt nodded and thomas drifted back off to sleep.

When Thomas woke again, sunlight flooded through the large windows. Newt was nowhere in sight and Thomas's mother had left him a voicemail about an emergency business trip she would be on for the next three days.

Thomas sighed and headed to the kitchen where he found Newt and Minho eating cereal.

“Grab a bowl mate,” Newt said, handing Thomas a box of cereal.

“It's almost one o'clock,” Minho said as Thomas glanced at his watch.

“Bloody hell you sleep a long time,” Newt laughed. He wondered if the boy remembered waking up in the middle of the night.

“What are we doing today? What's the plan?” Minho asked. “I've got the house to myself till Monday night.”

“Sweet,” Thomas said. “My mom is gone till then.”

Newt grinned.

“Well boys, we best not waste our freedom.” Minho said with a smirk.

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