strings // newtmas au

sit next to me

"Stop freaking out," Thomas said as he watched Newt take off his third shirt.

"I'm not freaking out," Netw grumbled as he frowned at him.

"Because people who aren't freaking out change their outfit three times?"

Newt crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at Thomas. "Yes. It's a perfectly normal thing to do Tommy."

Thomas put his hands up in surrender. "You know, if you were freaking out, even though you definitely aren't, it would be understandable."

Newt rolled his eyes before digging back into his suitcase and frowning at the shirt he pulled out. "I can't wear this, that's creepy right? That's totally creepy." He showed Thomas his Blink 182 shirt he had with the sleeves cut off.

"I think you're overthinking this," Thomas said as Newt groaned and threw the shirt down on the ground.

Newt looked at him, frowning hard. "Tommy, I'm freaking out."

"Really? Couldn't tell."

Newt glared at him which made Thomas cringe.

"Okay okay I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Thomas said as he got off the bed and walked over to Newt. "As cliche as it is, why don't you just be yourself?"

Newt rolled his eyes. "You're no help."

"Fine." Thomas scoffed as he picked knelt down next to Newt's pile of clothes on the floor. "You can't complain about what I pick tho."

Newt was quiet as he sat on the edge of the bed. He already had on his black jeans which he cuffed around the ankles and tucked into his doc martens. Thomas picked up a black shirt that had a few holes in it (purposeful holes, Newt told him so) and a red flannel. He tossed them to Newt who looked at them once over before nodding.

"Okay."

"Now will you try and relax a bit?"

Newt shrugged as he pulled on the shirt and the flannel over it.

Thomas smiled softly at him as he ran his hands through his hair. "See now you look good."

Newt scowled and swatted Thomas' hands away. "Stop manhandling me, you're gonna mess it up."

"No! I was fixing it!"

Newt rolled his eyes but kissed him anyways, pressing his lips softly to his. Newt patted his cheek as he pulled away and flopped backwards onto the bed. "They're gonna think I'm lame."

"I don't think you're lame," Thomas said as he laid down next to him.

Newt turned his head to the side to look at him. "Yeah but you aren't allowed to think I'm lame. They can think I'm lame."

"They aren't gonna think you're lame," Thomas said as he took Newt's hand and intertwined their fingers.

"You don't know that."

"I know a lot of things, I'm a college boy remember?"

"They teach you about how to look your idols in the face at that big fancy school you go to?"

"Not directly no-"

Newt snorted out a laugh and ruffled Thomas' hair. "You're cute." He pressed a soft kiss to his hair. "Thank you."

Newt sat up and got off the bed before banging aggressively on the connecting door. "WAKE THE FUCK UP BITCHES!"

There was a moment of silence before the door swung open, revealing a very angry Minho with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "Can you settle down?!"