strings // newtmas au

tell me i'm a wreck

Thomas woke up in the morning with a massive headache. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, groaning as everything from the night before came back to him. He instantly felt his face heat up in utter embarrassment as he got out of bed. He wanted to see if Newt was still there. He made his way to the living room, stopping when he did in fact see Newt asleep on the couch. He almost took up the whole thing. Thomas never realized how tall he was until then. He was on his stomach, the blanket wrapped around him. Thomas forced himself to look away, he was not going to creepily watch Newt sleep.

Thomas swallowed his embarrassment and fought his urge to leave. Instead, he went to the kitchen and decided to make some food. Thomas was no cook but he could do the basics. He decided eggs were a safe bet and he had half a carton left in the fridge. As Thomas started cooking he felt a little better. He could blame most of the stupid stuff he said on the alcohol. He remembered a majority of the night but of course his memory was fuzzy in some spots. It honestly depended on Newt's reaction to it all. His heart was pounding in his chest as he waited for the blonde boy to wake up. The whole thing could go one of two ways, Newt could be mad or he could be amused by it all and Thomas desperately hoped for the later. He liked Newt, he didn't want shitty vodka to ruin it for him. He cooked three eggs before he heard something behind him and jumped. He let out a breath when he saw it was Newt.

"Why are you so jumpy?"

Thomas was at a loss for words so he just shrugged.

Newt ran his fingers through his bed head before smirking. "You had a good night last night huh?"

Thomas groaned and face palmed as he turned back to the eggs. "Stop, I know I made a complete and utter fool of myself."

Thomas could practically hear the smile in Newt's voice. "I'm curious though, what picture do you have of me on your laptop?"

Thomas stiffened. He forgot he told Newt about that. His drunk self really was untrustworthy. He felt his face burn red as he tried hard to focus on the eggs.

Newt was laughing behind him, he heard the scraping of a chair and assumed he sat down. "You're blushing so hard your ears are red."

Thomas finally turned around. "Because that's literally humiliating!"

Newt shrugged as he turned his phone on. "It happens."

"Yeah it happens, but you don't tell them about it."

"So does that mean I don't get to know what picture it was?"

"No! I'm not showing you it ever."

Newt stuck his lower lip out in a pout. "Well that's just not fair."

"You weren't supposed to know!"

Newt turned his phone around. "You haven't checked snap yet, but look how cute your little drunk ass is."

Thomas felt the heat rise to his face as he saw the picture. It was the one of him asleep on Newt's shoulder. Newt was smiling. Despite it being embarrassing, Thomas kinda liked the picture.

"Are you just gonna make fun of me for the rest of my life?"

Newt nodded. "Probably." He eyed the eggs that Thomas was pouring onto a plate. "Some of those for me?"

Thomas nodded as he walked to the small table and put the plate between them. He handed Newt a fork before sighing and looking at him. "I'm sorry about everything, or whatever I was saying last night."

Newt thought for a moment as he put a forkful of eggs in his mouth. "Does sober you also think I'm confusing?"

Thomas pursed his lips before nodding. "Yeah you're kinda confusing."