BASIC - NEWTMAS

eight

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after a while newt felt tired and rested his head on thomas shoulder. thomas was having a heart attack, how could this beautiful boy do anything and look this cute?

thomas was gay panicking. his little gay heart could take the wonderful boy next to him, but he needed to take him home, he was hurt and in pain. he also didn't know where the boy lived and he couldn't take him to his home so he had to wake him up, he didn't want to, he looked really peaceful and finally getting better by resting but he needed to take care of the wounds he had all over his body.  so he took a final decision and woke up newt. newt took a while to wake up, he just felt really tired.

"what tommy?" asked the boy annoyed by thomas waking him up after he finally got some sleep. he looked like death and felt like it, he knew this was hard on newt the kid that goes to hell and comes back smiling. thomas never knew how could newt go through all of that and kept smiling.

"where do you live?" thomas asked so he could take the boy to his house and get him some rest. newt answered with the smallest voice that made him sound a lot more younger: "we need to get off the bus in the next stop."

so thomas did that. he got newt to his house and then walked away without looking back. and you may ask, did he felt guilty? holy cow guilt was an understatement he felt pain.  he didn't want to look back because he knew newt was standing on the stairs of his house looking directly thru his soul and seeing the pained look on newt's face was something thomas couldn't handle.

newt just watched as thomas left without any other word to say, just went wherever the fuck he was going and he stared into his soul until he couldn't see him anymore. then he knocked, to let know his mother that he was finally home. 

oh, he was tired, tired of hearing the same old story of the same old fraud. he knew thomas needed a little more confidence but with all does fake friends when was he getting it. thomas knew all the lies that he was selling, he knew that because his own mind was always there to remind him of all the horrible things he did to be accepted. he didn't want to do all of does things but it was others lives or his own. 

thomas kept on walking thinking what to do, to tell the truth, or to sell more lies. he was really conflicted. newt was a great person and he wanted to have more friends like that, not the fake ones he got. he needed a wave of reality to hit him and to see the actual truth with his eyes. 

maybe he could escape everything and everyone but in the end, the past always came back. he knew that he saw how great people had been in the back with their past and how awful people got the karma they deserved. so that's what he wasn't going to do, he was going to finally stand for the people that actually needed the help, he was going to help newt and was going to try and be his friend. he was going to change. and it seemed all so unbelievable fake but he was going to try and if it didn't work out once there were more chances that he could get.

so he walked back to his house and went directly to his room and went to sleep knowing that tomorrow the change was going to start and that everything was going to work out.

or that's what he thought. 

a/n: 

hello, guess who is back from the dead? yes me finally. enjoy this while i try to guess what i will do with this story.