Take Me Away, Newtmas

Recovery

Thomas POV.

It was around a week til Newtie said a full sentence. We were sitting at the table eating, since mum said Newt could stay with us. Well... more like she rushed over to Newtie, hugged him, told him he was welcome whenever he wants, said he was practically her son in law already then made him a hot chocolate with like 50 marshmallows. Anyway... We were having a conversation about good comedy movies.

Flashback:

"Clearly, Central Intelligence is the best comedy!" Stiles stated matter-of-factly as he shoveled a whole boiled potato into his mouth.

"No way! Anchorman is the best by far!" Teri countered, crossing his arms.

"Children, children, stop bickering... Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure is the greatest comedy of all time." Mum smiled triumphantly as Stiles and Teri thought about it for a moment, before nodding in agreement. I was about to talk when Newtie spoke up in a quiet voice.

"Um, I personally think Monty Python; Knights of the Holy Grail is the best comedy movie ever." His voice was quiet, but heard by everyone at the table. Mum agreed with him, but Teri, Stiles and I had never even heard of it. So that lead to us all watching movies, what Teri called a 'Monty Marathon', til early in the morning.

After that, he began to speak slowly more and more, til he had a conversation with me once or twice. He still didn't talk about what happened, and I didn't pressure him about it. He'll tell me when he's ready. At this current point in time, I was sitting with him, bundled up on the couch watching a new show on Netflix, Umbrella Academy. Newtie said he thought it looked interesting, and after watching the trailer I agreed. He was silent beside me, but I didn't really expect him to talk. He zones almost everything out when we watch Tv, which I find adorable. Newtie spends most of his time now on the couch, for his ankle prevents him from doing much else. He's told me that he can't wait for it to be gone, and I don't blame him. Hot chocolates sat steaming on the coffee table in front of us. It was nice and peaceful, my body sinking further into the couch and hugging Newt closer in the process. He sighed contently and kissed my cheek.

"I'm sorry for imposing on your home..." Newt's voice was quiet, and I chuckled at his words. He seriously baffles me sometimes.

"Don't apologise silly. I want you here, as per fuckin' usual. If anything, I'd be upset if you went to someone else's house, ok?" I smile when Newt nods and wraps his arms around my waist. He's so beautiful... how could his parents just... reject him? I could never understand it. He's so kind and sweet and smart, someone would have to be a real idiot to reject him. Just when I was about to zone back into the Tv, my front door is thrown open.

"Newton Isaacs!" I look at Newt just as a very pissed off Malia charges into the room, arms crossed and eyebrows knitted together.

"Lia? You ok?" Newt sits up, eyes wide and slightly fearful.

"OK!? Why the hell are you the one asking if I'm ok!? What about you!?" Malia looks as though she's about to cry, salty water pooling at the very edge of her eyelids. Newt was about to respond when Malia began to full on rant. "I mean, could you imagine my surprise when you don't come over all week, then when I go to check on you, your parents are acting like you've died! Then I start to freak out because what the fuck is happening! I ended up having to climb up to Sonya's window and ask where you are. Then, I find out that you've been kicked out for being your gay ass self and could literally be anywhere! So I go around checking all of the homeless shelters and all of the homeless areas of town, and then the neighboring town. Then I check with everyone I know who might have a clue where you are. Then I get a call from Stiles like 'Fyi, Newt has been staying with us for the week, also he broke his ankle'! Like, What the fuck! Would it have been so much to ask for a fucking text!? Just... tell me what's been happening..." Malia stoped moving and sunk to her knees in front of Newt, pulling him into a tight hug, which he immediately returned.

"I'm so sorry, I thought Stiles would have told you sooner. I promise I didn't mean to scare you." Newt rubbed Malia's back as she began to full on sob. Stiles chose that moment to walk into the room, looking immediately worried as he saw his fiancée crying.

"Malia? What's wrong?" He rushed over and hugged her with Newt, making my lovely boyfriend look to me for help as he was ensnared in one of Stile's hugs. I just laugh and shake my head.

"It's ok, I'm fine." Malia wiped at her eyes, smiling slightly. Just when that whole situation began to calm down, Minho, Chuck, Gally and Ben stormed in. How or why they got here is beyond me, but I can't help but laugh when I see the bags of movie's they bought with them.

"Newt, can I kill your parents?" Minho asks as he pulls said boy into a hug. Newt looks confused seeing as Minho isn't a huggie kind of person. Then Chuck goes to join the hug, along with Ben and Gally. But not before Minho pulls me forcefully into his arms as well. Oh god why! Now I'm being hugged by a bunch of people, some I barely even know... one of them I even punched in the gut and broke his ribs. But now I'm being hugged, and I have no clue what the hell to do. Newt doesn't seem to know either, for he just sits there with a stunned expression on his face.

"Hello, Teri?" Someone asks from the front door, thought I can't see who it is. I hear Teri say something, and more people shuffle into the lounge room.

"Everyone, join the group hug and show Newton he's appreciated!" Chuck yells in his usual happy voice. Before anyone can protest, more people join the hug. Newt is hugging predominantly me like his life depends on it.

"Guys, I think your smothering him..." Malia spoke after a minute, everyone detaching from the hug and sitting on the floor.

"What's all this?" Newt asks as he looked in the bag, looking at all the movies.

"I don't really know, Teri just told us to come over." Fry, who I figure came in while I was being forced into a hug, said simply. Jeff, Winston and Aris must have come with him, as they were also sitting on my living room floor.

"Teri, explanation please." I say as I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well, Newton's been... down lately. So, I decided to have everyone over for a slumber party on steroids. I think it'll be fun, don't you?" Teri smiles at Newt, who finally smiled again after his... incident with his parents. His whole face lit up as he looked at all of his friends, eyes finally resting on me as he twined our fingers together.

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking, what were you doing out in the rain the other day?" Winston asks cautiously. Newt hesitates for a moment, before squeezing my hand and telling them everything. Once he was done, he waited for a moment to gauge everyone's reactions.

"Well shit, what assholes." Fry looked absolutely heart broken for Newt. Everyone sat shocked, Fry never swore.

"Hey, it's ok. I speak from experience, it gets better." Gally smiled at Newt, hugging him again quickly.

"I'm with Fry, who could do such a thing...?" Aris shook his head disbelievingly as Winston nodded in agreement.

"Newt, is this why you've been so quiet lately?" Minho asks, going in to hug Newt again.

"Yeah... sorry for that." Newt smiled sadly at Minho, who rolled his eyes and pulled Newt into a bro hug.

"Dude, hell and back, remember. We've seen each other at our worst, this is nothing." Minho pat Newt on the back and let go, smiling at his best friend. With how normal and happy Minho acts, sometimes I forget what he's been through.

"Enough with the sentimentality guys! Let's put on a movie! Malia and Stiles, don't you dare go anywhere." Teri stood with a bright smile. He tipped the bags of movie's upside down, films pouring out onto the floor and signifying the beginning of our movie night.

Hey! I'm sorry for any errors that could potentially be found in this chapter. I'm feeling a tad bit sick, but I didn't want to disappoint anyone. So, here I am with a new chapter, hope you enjoy!