Romeo and Romeo?

Getting Caught.

Thomas crawled through his bedroom window and closed it without making any noise. Thomas laid back on his bed. Thomas' stripped from his jeans and T-shirt. Then he crawled underneath his covers and went back to bed. 

When Thomas left he didn't wake up Newt, he just kissed him and whispered how much he loved him in his ear, before sneaking back out Newt's window.

In the morning, Thomas woke up and got ready for school. His dad caught him before he darted out the door. "Thomas, wait just a minute."

Thomas froze, he feared that his dad knew he snuck out, "Yeah, dad?"

Mr. Olson put his newspaper on the kitchen table and picked up a small black box. "I wanna know if you plan on proposing to Newt again soon?"

Thomas stopped dead in his tracks, shrugged, and grabbed an apple off the counter, "No. We broke up remember?"

Mr. Olson grabbed the back of the chair, he felt terrible now, "I did, I'm sorry kiddo, I did forget. I'll won't say anything about it again."

"It's alright dad. I'm gonna go."

Mr. Olson raised his eyebrow, "School doesn't start for over another hour."

"Oh, yeah. I have to work on some paper for English, so I don't fail."

His dad nodded and let Thomas leave.

Thomas got in his car and drove to Newt's house. Thomas didn't honk, he waited for a minute and Newt came running out, Thomas adored Newt, but he felt bad about his limp. "How you doing today, sweetheart?"

Newt got in the car and kissed Thomas, "I'm good. I'm really good."

Thomas smiled, he loved when Newt was happy. It gave Thomas a special kind of joy to see the man he loves happy. 

They drove to the school and parked in the parking lot. Thomas and Newt didn't say anything instead they attacked each others lips. They boys made out in Thomas' car for an hour before more people started pulling into the school parking lot. Thomas got out of the car, and two minutes later. Newt did. Thomas met Newt in the school bathroom. 

Thomas kissed Newt then looked at the floor. "Some of these bathrooms have weird stains on the floor. Look at these red splotches and streaks. What the hell happened?"

Newt felt himself shrink inside, he remembered what happened. This was when Newt punched the mirror and put eight cuts into his arm, then went the whole day with a bleeding arm. That no one noticed. "I have no idea."

The first bell rang. Thomas kissed Newt then they left the bathroom and went to English class. 

The teacher walked up to the front of the room, "This week we will be discussing the literature of romance and it's effects. How not being able to express the love one has for another could be the utmost tragedy."

Some of the students nodded.

"We'll be writing papers on this topic. I want them to be personal."

Newt didn't feel like writing this paper, he could relate to it to much. His love for Thomas was his tragedy. The love Thomas and Newt shared was going to be the destruction of Newt. Class continued, then the next class and the next few hours before they had lunch. 

Thomas noticed that everyone who was involved yesterday was at school, everyone's parents had came for them. Everyone had cuts and bruises everywhere on their bodies. 

Teresa got up to go to the bathroom. She stood there for five minutes until someone else came in. 

"Anges."