strings // newtmas au

good riddance (the time of your life)

     Janson called them that next morning, practically screaming into the phone. Minho had to hold his cell phone away from his ear to avoid getting permanent hearing damage from their overly angry manager.

    "Okay," Minho finally said as Janson let him speak. "Okay, yeah...I'll tell him...Bye."

    "So he's not that mad?" Newt asked which just made Minho roll his eyes.

   "I don't get his problem. If teenage girls wanna dream about you fuckin the brains out of Thomas, I say let them."

    "We've been doing everything right!" Teresa snapped. Her cheeks were pink, Thomas could tell she was mad.

    Newt shrugged. "Don't worry about it T. It's not your fault."

   "He has no right to be mad!" Teresa huffed out as she roughly crossed her arms over her chest. "It's his fault in the first place for trying to make you be something you're not. Fuck him."

    "He can't do anything," Newt said. "What's he gonna do? Kick us off the tour because a couple fans think me and Thomas have a 'burning connection'. They're stories, ideas, theories, no one knows anything okay?"

    "Teresa has a point," Minho said as he sat down and clasped his hands together. "It wasn't fair of him to ask, maybe we should have been more skeptical from the beginning."

    Thomas bit his tongue, he wanted more than anything to agree with Minho but he knew that would just piss Newt off beyond belief.

    Newt shrugged again. "Probably, but look at how much good this tour has done for us. We've at least doubled our fanbase and we shared a stage with one of the greatest bands of all times." Newt let out a breath. "Of course I don't like it, but it is what it is sometimes."

    The tension dropped a little from Teresa's shoulders.

    "What did he want you to tell me?" Newt asked as he looked at Minho.

    "He said to do better." Minho frowned. "Or Thomas has to go."

    Newt snorted out a laugh at that. "Yeah, fuck that. Tell him he can eat my ass instead."

    "Have you looked at any of the stuff?" Minho asked.

    "What stuff?" Newt asked as he cocked his head.

    "The fanfictions, some of them are kinda funny."

    "No, I haven't." Newt turned to Thomas. "Wanna?"

    Thomas just shrugged, he'd heard about fanfiction from his younger sister, he knew some of it was weird but he was a little curious.

    Newt got up and walked to the back of the bus, Thomas followed.

   Newt flopped backwards on the bed, pulling out his phone. "It's kinda funny," Newt said as Thomas laid down next to him.

    "What is?"

    "Janson. I can't tell if he's just a homophobic asshole or if he just really prides this band on selling me off as a sex object."

    Thomas frowned. "No matter what, it's wrong."

    "I'm aware."

   Thomas bit his tongue again. There was no use starting a fight about it again.

    Newt was quiet for a few moments before he snorted out a laugh. "This is better than I imagined."

    "Lemme see," Thomas said as he scooted closer.