The lush green of the forest trees blurred out as the car sped into the distance. Taking one more glance behind him Newt waved a final goodbye to the town he was birthed into. Plugging in his headphones to drown out the next four hours of driving to their new home... Gladesville. Browsing through the music app on his phone he tapped on In This Moment and again Sex Metal Barbie to get a rushing start to the ride. Four songs in the tune melded together into one soft slur as his eyelids grew heavier until it dissipated into silence.
"Oh look honey, he's sound asleep." A voice came through the shrouded mist in his dream. A silhouette of a figure standing above him.
"Probably should wake him up. We've got a lot of unloading to do." Another voice added in.
That's when the shaking started, the world around him in shadows clambered down into an empty abyss and all that was left was one figure, holding his hand out to Newt, palm open. He attempted to move his foot forward but nothing, he was glued there stuck as the shadows consumed him.
"Newt honey! Its time to wake up sleepyhead..." his mother sighed. With a grunt Newt opened his eyes... recalling the last moment of the dream he had. That figure... he thought, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and removing the soundless headphones from his ears.
"Mornin..." he cracked. His mother chuckled tapping him on the shoulder with her fist.
"Time to get unloading buddy, were here."
"Huh? Oh... right." Looking up he noticed the house, it seemed cozy enough. Two stories a big window placed in the corridor where the staircase was. Stepping out of the car he grabbed his bags and carried them inside. His dad stood in the kitchen.
"So whad'ya think pal?" he came over, patting his son on the shoulder.
"Its not home, but it'll do." smiling back he headed upstairs. "I'm claiming my bedroom, you took too long."
"Master bedroom belongs to us!" his dad retorted. Newt scoffed then carried on upstairs taking a right turn into a moderately sized room, the moving guys had already arrived it seem. The only thing that was in the room was a few boxes marked Newts Stuff. Don't Open. Placing his luggage down he started immediately unpacking all of his things while they waited for the second truck of movers to arrive with their furniture.
A few hours passed as he unpacked his things finishing up the last box with a lamp he puts on the headboard of his bed for the times that he decides to pick up a book and read until 5 AM. A roar came from outside as the bigger truck crossed into their street gradually backing into their driveway a rhythmic beep occurring every few seconds or so. Perfect timing he thought, running downstairs to help the movers bring the furniture in. Grabbing the handle to the door Newt halted as his mother called him.
"Yeah?" he called back.
"Pizza for dinner?"
"Sure!" Then he shot out the door and to the side of his father standing by as the movers unlatched the door and climbed in.
It took the until the sunset to finish unloading the furniture and putting them in their right places, some fresh scratches on the floor from Newts attempt to help. His dad would just laugh and tell him each time 'You'll be fixing that.' and from then on 'and that one' 'and that' 'and... you know what nevermind.' Now everyone sat impatiently in the kitchen, the anticipation rising for the pizza delivery guy. It was nearing the 45 minute mark and not a single member of the family had stopped looking at the clock until three knocks came from the door.
"I got it!" Newt yelled, running through the kitchen into the hallway until he saw a familiar hat through the mosiac glass of the door.
"Evening." Newt greeted, throwing open the door with a huge smile on his face. The pizza guy immediately took a step back, shock evident on his face. Taking a step forward again he opened the pizza bag grabbing the pizzas out of the thermal bag.
"Evening to you too!" The boy claimed, replicating the same smile that Newt held. "You look about my age." He then added, the smile fading away a little bit. "Do you go to Gladesville high?"
"Well, yes and no. I just moved here." he shuffled his feet a bit, the door leaning against his back now.
"Oh! Well, I hope to see you around." And with that the wide grin slowly reappeared. Newt trying to say something back but not finding the right words. "Well anyways, a welcome gift." The boy grabbed the receipt out of the bag and ripped it up handing Newt the pizzas. "You have a great day!"
"Wait! But... won't you get in trouble?!" Newt yelled back, the boy just turned his head and laughed, got back in his car and drove away.
Walking back to the table his thoughts in a jumble Newt placed the Pizzas down. The smell enough causing his stomach to rumble louder than a lions roar.
"Well..." his mom smirked, causing Newt to blush a bit. "You were out there for a bit. How much did you tip?" She winked.
"Uh... nothing... he said it's a welcome gift. Didn't even charge us for it. He walked off before I could do anything." He stammered back, taking a seat and grabbing a slice with the most bacon on it. Taking a bit before his mom could scrutinize him anymore than she already has.
"He huh?" She nonchalantly added, taking another bite of her own piece.
"Mooooooom." He averted his eyes from her. "You know I'm not gay..."
"Oh honey. Well your face seems to say otherwise." His mom retorted, his dad laughing along with her. Choosing not to respond Newt finished up his meal then went to lay in bed. The whole time before falling asleep wondering when he's going to meet the cute pizza boy again.