betrayed | newtmas au

suitor

(this is a tad different than normal but i hope you enjoy x)

"jesus fucking christ! newton what are you doing creepily sitting in my room?!"

teresa visibly jumped when she saw the blonde sitting in the corner on her bean bag chair, phone in hand. she didn't need to know that he was texting thomas.

4:07pm- tommy: that was...wow
4:09pm- tommy: when you're done being resa's stereotypical gay best friend, meet me in the treehouse out back
4:10pm- newt: and why would i do that?
4:10pm- tommy: i have reason to believe you like me. am i right?
4:11pm- newt: possibly. if you're lucky ;)
4:15pm- tommy: maybe we can do something about that then ;)

"what are you smirking at? are you texting hot guys and not telling me? spill."

newt looked up from the screen and tried to wipe the smile off of his face, not that it mattered. he couldn't lie to teresa. the girl had trained herself to see right through him.

"there could be a few potential suitors..."

she squealed in pure excitement as she began her raid of overwhelming questions. the only thing newt could respond with was "you'll find out eventually," which most likely wasn't a lie. if the two kept this up, she was going to find out, because she always needed to know what was up. and newt was pretty positive that him and thomas would be meeting up again. if thomas wanted that, of course.

"don't give me that cryptic lovey dovey crap! is he hot? what's he like?!"

newt decided he could have fun with this. plus, this gave him a free pass to openly talk about thomas without her knowledge. and, he wouldn't technically be lying.

"i cannot believe i never realize his true potential of hotness resa. the second we kissed-"

"you kissed a hot boy and didn't tell me?! newton fucking isaacs what kind of best friend are you?"

he could only laugh at her shock and over exaggerated hurt expression. this would be harder than he thought to keep it from her.

"it just happened, resa. guess it slipped my mind."

that was the biggest lie he had ever told in his life. thomas wouldn't leave his thoughts. he kept replaying the initial kiss. newt liked him for, what, four years, and it felt incredible, but he couldn't imagine how the other had felt. he seemed almost... intimidated.

thomas agnes. intimidated. what a funny thought.
thomas agnes, the oddly athletic nerd, who had only one friend besides his sister for so long that he spent his afternoons going for runs to clear his head.
thomas agnes, the boy at least ten girls wanted at school.
that boy couldn't possibly be intimidated by someone like me.

"you know, you and thomas both have this weird thing where you space out and pretend no one is talking to you. it's kinda annoying."

newt groaned at how observant his best friend really was. instead of responding, he simply stuck his tongue out at her and went back to texting the brunette waiting for a response.

4:22pm- newt: your sister is the most aggravating person to keep a secret from.
4:28pm- tommy: that's extremely true. but i like being your little secret, so i think i'll live.

newt smirked again.

4:29pm- newt: you're mine now, huh?
4:29pm- tommy: do you want me to be yours?

he looked at his screen in shock as he imagined a genuine relationship with thomas. ever since he'd figured out he was gay, that was the dream. he came to terms with it when he was twelve. four years ago, when he fell for the other.
how did he ever even hide his sexuality for that long from the twins?

4:31pm- newt: do you want to be mine?
4:35pm- tommy: i guess we can discuss that when you get your ass out of my sister's room into this tree with me.
4:37pm- newt: well jeez. guess i have to find an escape asap
4:37pm- thomas: plz

newt looked up from his phone to teresa, who had her homework all over her bed. she herself was passed out, most likely because she had a long day at school. he took that as a good sign that he was allowed to leave. normally he never would, but he'd come up with an excuse if she asked. he always did.

~

he somehow managed to tiptoe around mr. agnes in the kitchen, who was probably preparing to cook dinner for his family. the sliding back door creaked when he moved it to the side so he could walk through, making him inwardly cringe. the last thing he wanted was to get caught.

creeping along the patio, (and very nearly tripping multiple times), newt made his way to the big oak in their backyard. he was genuinely surprised that the treehouse at the top of it was still standing and able to support weight. he remembered going up in it with the twins when their friendship began. they called it their secret hangout, even when their parents were 100% aware of where they were. but now it had a deeper meaning.

thomas wanted to be his.

the ladder creaked and shook with every shift of his weight, not that he really cared. if he fell, at least he fell trying to get to him.

he didn't fall surprisingly enough. the latch door was already open for him to just climb through, making him smile a bit.

then he really thought about what was going on.

thomas was less than a foot from him.
thomas.
who newt was in love with.
who kissed back.
who returned feelings.

after the moment of hesitation, he heaved himself so he was splayed and panting on the wood planks now below him. before he could even look up to find him, thomas found his way to newt, closing the latch door as he climbed on top of him.