~Newtina One shots~

4| I'm glad we feel the same way ~Stranger Things inspired~

Flopping down on the creaky old bed with an annoyed expression on her face, all Tina could think of was,

'This is so ridiculous. Some barking man that was drunk as hell on vodka had just predicted her and Newt's entire love story, and even brought up the subject of her ex-boyfriend, Achillies.'

"Afraid..." she muttered, quoting the man.

-

Sitting down on his bed in the opposite room, Newt's thoughts were almost exactly the same as Tina's.

How could some man that they had only come to see if he knew about Grindelwald's whereabouts, predict that he was completely and utterly in love with Tina, which, for the record, wasn't that far off, and go as far to say that he has trust issues?

"Trust issues..." he whispered to himself.

"TrUsT iSSuES?!" Newt said more aloud this time, wiggling his toe like he always did when he was deep in thought.

-

"Retreat?"

"I do NOT retreat!" Tina mused, annoyed at the old pothead whose house they were in.

Deciding to grow up ask Newt about this bullshit, she got out of bed and slipped out the door, making her way quietly across the living room towards Newt's room.

Stopping in her tracks, she surprised to see Newt standing a few meters across from her, apparently on his way to her room.

They both stared at each other for a few seconds, obviously not quite sure what to say to each other. Tina was then met with an overwhelming desire to run up to his and kiss him all over his pretty face, but she quickly pushed the thought out of her brain before she could think any more about it.

She tried to pull the awkward situation together by blurting out a quick,

"Hey!"

"Hey...uh..." Newt stammered.

"I just... I just wanted to say...uh...that...ah..." Tina stuttered, not quite being able to piece her words together, which always seemed to happen around Newt.

"No, no. Don't worry, he's so drunk!" Newt cut her off, gesturing to where the man was sleeping.

"Wasted," Tina concluded.

"Yeah. I mean, he's known us for a few hours and he thinks he's got us all figured out." Newt said, crossing his arms across his chest, his shoulders tensed up around his neck.

"Exactly! Yeah, gosh, I feel... I'm glad I feel the same way!" Tina said. They held an awkward eye contact for a few seconds before Tina broke the silence.

"So, uh... goodnight, I guess?" she said hesitantly, and started to turn back to her room.

"Night," said Newt quickly before shuffling away to his room.

It was only then that Tina realized that some jazz song that she didn't know was still playing, and she mentally cursed the man for not turning it off before he went to sleep.

-

Over in the next room, Newt threw himself onto the cheap hard mattress and buried his face in his pillow. It smelt musty and had a distant whiff of vodka to it.

Should I go and see her?

Would that be too creepy?