eighteenth - newtmas au

7 - Renewals and Revelations

Newt jumped as suddenly a big Teresa swallowed up the space between him and Thomas, firmly planting herself onto Thomas' lap. Alby came up from behind and sat on the arm of the chair, the squashy lounge in turn sagging because of the weight.

'Um, hi?' Newt said.

'Hi! We're just over here checking on how you're going.' Teresa said excitedly, making Newt very confused. He shot a look at Thomas, asking with his eyes if his best friend was alright in the head, but Thomas just rolled his eyes and giggled at the brown-haired girl.

Teresa turned to face Newt. 'Honestly, Newt, I'm really disappointed in you.' Her blue eyes shone with mischief.

'Excuse me?' Newt asked incredulously.

'Well,' Teresa began. 'The way Thomas has been talking about you literally every second or every day for the past week, I'd at least expected you to be walking around with wings and a halo or something!' She babbled. Thomas turned bright red, before burying his face in Teresa's shoulder and hitting her lightly on the shoulder. Teresa scoffed.

'That's rude! I'm just trying to get your love-life in order. Honestly Tom, you should be grateful!'

If Newt's eyes had gone any wider, he was pretty sure they would've popped out of his head.

Thomes pushed Teresa of his legs. 'You traitor!' He pointed an accusatory finger at her. 'Besides, I was only talking about Newt because he's a new friend, and you know how much I like making friends.' He pointed out, and pouted before crossing his arms.

But just seconds after saying that sentence, he knew something he said wasn't right. He thought over the situation, took a step back, to analyse it whilst Teresa went on and on to Newt about how 'Thomas called you an angel!' and how 'he wouldn't stop bringing you up in every conversation, it was a bit annoying, really'.

Teresa had been his best friend since God knows how long. Often, she knew Thomas better than he knew himself, his thoughts often taking up all the room in his head, meaning that he wasn't very in touch with his emotions.

He thought over Teresa and Alby suddenly coming. He thought about how Teresa had referred to Newt as a part of his 'love-life'. He remember the sweet feeling he got when he touched Newt, the disappointment he felt when Newt didn't like him, the worry that consumed him everytime Newt felt sick or down.

Oh.

The train hit. Not subtly at all. Full on, in the face, horn blowing, swept him off his feet kind.

His epiphany had finally arrived.

Thomas stood up very abruptly, his brain practically short circuiting as he marched robotically out the room, not even stopping to apologise when he accidentally kicked Teagan as she walked past. He was thoroughly freaking out, and he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, and pooling around the skin, heating the area in what he hoped but knew wasn't invisible.

He walked right out of the room, ignoring the few stares he got from the others, and Newt calling out his name. He stood in what looked like an awkward position in the middle of the thin hallway than ran throughout the edge of the school, but he was too distracted to realise.

Oh my God he thought. I'm in love with Newt.

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Newt watched, very confused, as Thomas walked strangely out of the room. He had spent the last five minutes giggling with Teresa over Thomas' antics in the past week, and suddenly Thomas stood up and walked right out of the room. Newt tried calling out for him, but he apparently didn't even hear the blonde calling after him.