Count On Me ➵ Newt [1]

ELEVEN | more than friends

(Newt's p.o.v.)

▬Newt couldn't wipe off the stupid smile on his face the next day.

All night, he had tossed around in bed, replaying the kiss over and over in his head until it was practically engrained in his memory. Rose had kissed him back - but did she really like him or was she just caught up in the heat of the moment? And, oh bloody hell, Minho saw it. He was never gonna stop teasing him about it for the rest of his life.

Newt woke up early the next morning, a dazed smile on his face, and waited as Clint and Jeff came in to check on his broken leg.

"You seem extra cheery today," Clint observed.

"Yeah, what kinda dreams did you have, man?" Jeff asked.

Newt felt his face heat up, though he tried to hide it as best as he could. "Um, uh..."

"He was probably dreaming about Rosalind," Clint snickered.

"Wait, what?" Newt exclaimed,eyes wide.

"Yeah, yeah, good one!" Jeff said, and he high-fived Clint, not bothering to disguise the playful smirk that tugged at his lips.

"Oh, bug off, you two," Newt muttered, quite sure that his entire face was as red as a tomato now. 

The two Med-jacks continued examining and patching up his foot and when they were done, they handed him his crutch and helped him climb out of bed, grinning mischievously the entire time. A bad thought occurred to Newt: what if Clint and Jeff had saw the kiss? Or what if Minho had ratted out to them?

Stop it, he told himself. Stop being so bloody paranoid. As much of a slinthead Minho was, he wouldn't go to extreme lengths to tell everyone his secret. 

He leaned against his crutch and wobbled out of the Homestead and to the kitchen. As soon as he spotted the kitchen, memories of the previous night came flooding in and he had to stop himself from blushing.

Alby and Minho were already there. Newt tried not to feel disappointed when he realized Rose wasn't up yet.

"Hey," Alby greeted as he sat down. Minho just wriggled his eyebrows at him.

Newt rolled his eyes at the boy, trying to hide his irritance. Frypan came over and handed out rolls of bread and they munched on them. Throughout their meal, Minho kept glancing at Newt, snickering, while Alby looked on with confusion.

"Why on earth do you keep laughing?" Alby said finally when Minho smirked for the millionth time. "What's going on?"

"Newt had a nice private time last night with R-" Minho said, but Newt threw his bread at him before he could continue.

"Shut the bloody hell up!" He snapped, his face a lovely shade of red as Minho burst out laughing.

"No, seriously, what's going on?" Alby said.

"I'll tell you later," Newt said quickly before Minho could intervene. "Not out loud here."

"Alright..." Alby glanced at someone behind me. "Oh, hey Rosalind."

Newt's face warmed up again as a pale, petite figure sat beside him - it was indeed Rose. Her dark hair was tied back into a messy, hasty braid, hair ends sticking out in some places. She looked cute with it. As Frypan hurried over to serve her a bread roll, she gave Newt a small, shy smile and he felt his heartbeat escalate, his mouth twitching up into a nervous smile of his own.

Minho was watching the two of them with a smirk, his eyes full of eager and mischief. Newt ignored him as Rose ate her bread. He tried not to think about the way her arm grazed his as she ate, and how every touch sent an electric tingle up his arm.