Thomas x Newt

Pizza and Thomas's feelings

Thomas decided to finally "wake up". He sat up in bed and started thinking about how great Newt was and how lucky Thomas was to have him. He wondered if maybe, just maybe, they could become closer than friends. Thomas really didn't know how to express how much he liked Newt without going beyond saying that he only liked him as a friend. He knew he had just met Newt but he felt an odd connection to him, like he had met him somewhere else before. He wondered if Newt could sing, judging from his accent Thomas guessed he probably had some experience with singing. Just then, Newt walked in.

"Good morning, Tommy," he said.

"Hi Newt," Thomas responded.

"I'll cook us some breakfast, you can stay here if you like," Newt walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

Thomas was excited to taste what Newt was making, so he got up and walked to the kitchen table where Newt was. He looked at Newt closely, observing his features. Newt's hair and eyes and everything about him was perfect. He was perfect. 

Newt finished making breakfast, and put it on the table so him and Thomas could both taste it. Thomas took a bite out of what Newt had made. He had expected it to be a delicious, sweet, amazing tasting thing, but instead he almost threw up the second it was in his mouth. He found the courage to swallow it and tried to smile at Newt, but he saw Newt had a disgusted look on his face. 

"Sorry, Tommy. We're going to eat some bloody pizza I have in my fridge," Newt took the plates and dumped the contents of them into the trash. He then took some pizza and started to microwave it. Phew, I thought I would have to eat that, but I didn't wanna say anything to Newt or else he might have felt bad.