Thominewt oneshots

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A/n: This one's a deleted scene from the previous fic...it got crazy long and didn't really contribute to the plot, but I really like it so instead of deleting it forever, here you go!  Like the last fic, it's a romantic Thominewt fic but this time, they're in high school (I was debating whether to put them in high school or college, and while I decided on college for the other oneshot, I changed this one so they're in high school.)  Btw, they're all seniors so they leave early, which is why they get there at around 2:00 (Idk if that's an "every school" thing or a "just my school thing", but whatever.)  Hope you like it!  :)

WARNINGS: I was going to say "none unless you don't like boys kissing", but then it occurred to me that my cover, which literally has a pride design and "GAY MAZE RUNNER ONESHOTS" on it in all caps (thanks again, Potato!), plus the past two fics, probably scared away any homophobes by now. So unless my un-beta'd writing counts, none.  (I'll probably edit it later btw...I'm kinda tired and just want to get something posted now, though)

Thomas: so we're still on for this afternoon right

Minho: Yup

Thomas: awesome.  meet you guys at my locker?

Minho: Sounds good

Newt: Stop texting in class.  There's only ten minutes left, we can talk after.

Newt: I get shotgun btw

Minho: Stop texting in class, Newtie

Newt: Slim it, Minho.  I'm putting my phone away now.

Newt: And don't call me that.

Thomas: sorry, newt.  i'll see you soon.  remember, my locker

Minho: Got it.  See you soon 😘

"What's taking Newt so long?" Minho asked.  He had just gotten to Thomas's locker after stopping at his own first.  They had both come from English, their last class of the day-and the year.  Newt had forensic sciences, though the classroom wasn't terribly far from Thomas's locker.

"I don't kn-wait, there!" Thomas exclaimed, waving at Newt, who was approaching them, satchel slung over his shoulder as always.

"Hey, sorry I took so long," Newt said.  "I had to grab something from my locker."

"Do tell," Minho said with a smirk.

"Well, if you insist..." he said with a smile.  He reached into his satchel and removed a bottle of hair gel-and not the cheap kind, either.  Still smiling, Newt handed the gift to his boyfriend.

"Woah, thanks Newtie!" Minho said as he leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips.

Newt rolled his eyes at the nickname, but he was smiling as he answered, "no problem."

He turned to Thomas, taking something else out of his bag.  Newt presented it to his boyfriend with a flourish, causing the younger boy's eyes to widen.  He was holding a stack of DVD's-eight, to be precise.  His boyfriend was a massive Potterhead, but though he had all of the books, he didn't have the movies-until now.

"Woah.  Thanks, Newt!" Thomas said, claiming a kiss from Newt as well.  "I got you guys stuff, too, but it's in the car..."

"That's no problem.  Happy anniversary, guys," Newt said.

"Happy anniversary!" Thomas and Minho chorused.  It was their first official anniversary, though Minho and Newt had technically been together for about a year and a half before they had gotten with Thomas.