Thominewt oneshots

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A/n: First off, thank you to potatoshank for being my beta reader and making the cover!  I really freaking love it!!! *Flopi emoji*

This is going to be a collection of oneshots featuring various combinations of Thominewt-either platonic or romantic.  This one was supposed to be a short platonic Thominewt au but turned into a ridiculously long fic that's basically Minho third-wheeling Newtmas.  Thomas is a junior (16 years old), and Newt (17.5 years old) and Minho (18 years old) are seniors.

WARNINGS: None really, unless fluffy Newtmas kisses, a few curses, and/or cheesy writing (that was mostly written at, like, midnight) counts

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

"Tommy!" Newt exclaimed as he hugged his friend.  Drawing back, he blinked once.  "Oh, sorry, sorry, let me take that," he said, taking Thomas's backpack from him with a nervous laugh.

"Tommyboy!" his other friend, Minho, called from where he was sprawled on Newt's couch. "You're late!" He was right. The boys had agreed to come to Newt's house at 6:00, but it had been over fifteen minutes-a quick glance at the digital clock on Newt's counter informed them that it was 6:18.

"I know, I know," he called back as he kicked off his shoes and followed Newt into the adjacent room, where he plopped onto a beanbag chair. Settling into a new spot, he peered up at his friend. "Sorry," he sighed, running a hand through his already-ruffled hair. "I was helping Brenda with her homework and she wouldn't let me leave, then I got stuck in traffic." Brenda was Thomas's sister, younger than him by a year-a freshman. Thomas had skipped the seventh grade, but he was still a grade below Newt and Minho, who were seniors.

Newt chucked, casting his eyes skyward. "Ah, little sisters." He had a twin sister, Sonya. She was technically older than him, but Newt always acted older, so everyone acted like he was.

Minho sighed, annoyed to be left out of the conversation. He had a brother, but he was over a decade older, so they didn't see each other much. "C'mon, Newt, I was promised food."

Newt rolled his eyes. "Knew you only came for the buggin' food," he muttered. He clapped his hands once, spun on his heel, and walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen. The other boys stood up and followed him. "Pancakes or waffles?" their friend asked as they entered the kitchen.

Thomas and Minho shared a glance. Newt was obsessed with breakfast for dinner, and reportedly ate it at least twice a week.

"Waffles," Sonya called from the staircase she was currently descending. Her real name was Lizzy, but she preferred her middle name over any form of Elizabeth.

Newt shook his head vigorously. "Sonya, you bloody know that pancakes are better!" He looked like he was about to say something else, but his sister cut him off with a snort.

"Come on, Newtie, waffles are pancakes with abs. What's not to love?" She turned to the boys, who were seated at the dinner table, awkwardly spectating their debate. "Waffles are better, right?"

"I, uh-"

"Yeah!" Minho said, shooting Thomas a death glare. He had a crush on Sonya, and practically everyone knew it-except the twins. "Waffles are great."

Newt sighed. "Why am I friends with you traitors?" he muttered, but he was smiling wryly as he started gathering and mixing ingredients. "So, Tommy, how's Teresa been doing?" Teresa was Thomas's neighbor, and though she was in Newt's grade, she never really talked with either of the older boys. To them, it was obvious that she had a crush on Thomas, but the younger boy remained oblivious.