𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔂 // 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ✿

Confusion

"Oh fuck me Newt!" Minho squeals.

"Oh my God Minho, shut up." Teresa reprimands him sharply.

"But it's- look he's literally blushing!" Minho shouts.

"He's literally blushing because that's EXACTLY what happened!" He defends himself whilst laughing.

"No he's literally blushing because you're embarrassing." Teresa corrects him.

"Here, Thomas, you can be the defining factor. So, did it happen?" He asks boldly.

I look up from sawing the lumber, and give Minho a playful glare.

"No, it very much did not happen." I announce, I can't hold back a grin though.

Teresa gives him a look. Minho bursts out into another round of laughter, rolling around on the forest floor. Teresa reluctantly giggles along as well. I groan at them and continue my work. Newt sat on a stack of lumber off to the side, shaking his head.

All four of us had come to put the finishing touches on Chuck's tree house. We patched up open spots in the floor, and hammered in any loose nails. Newt taught me how to fashion a ladder out of rope and some old boards. Teresa was now up in the tree house, observing our progress.

"It looks pretty damn good up here you guys." She beams down at us, hands on her waist.

In that split second I'm torn. I want her. I snap my neck towards Newt and break myself out of the trance. I love Newt. Not her.