A/N: Alright so I wanted to say hello to all! I'm just getting into the Fandom but I've already fallen n love with Newtmas and figured that i'd start writing again also. Anyway, this is just a fic I wanted to do and found myself actually loving.
Just a little warning, there is going to be a lot of songs in this. Thomas and Teresa are childhood friends who are an unknown band called The Keepers. Keep in mind, I've written the story as if the songs belong to Teresa and Thomas. None of the characters, or the songs, are mind and I give full rights to their owners!
Also, the characters look like the characters from the movie because gosh Thomas Sangster 3
Anyway, please enjoy!
Sorry if the first chapter is sorta short- the second chapter isnt!
Really, waking up to him was like waking up to the sun. It was warm and bright and beautiful to feel on your skin. His personality could possibly match that, being fiery yet warm and loving. Really, he couldn't ask for anyone else. Not a single soul could replace the man lying next to him at this moment in time. The now fully awake male ran a single finger down the sleeping man's face, gently, softly, being sure not to wake him up. Of course, he should have known better because the man next to him was always easy to wake. The blonde smiled at him, watching the groggy face turn into something warm before a darker colored hand came up and wrapped around the one that had previously been caressing him.
"'Morning," the one who just woke up finally said, breathing deeply through his nose before closing his eyes once again. The other laughed a bit, making the man scrunch his nose up slightly, "You're breath reeks. Why don't you stop staring at my beautiful face and brush your teeth," he yawned after the joke was told, getting a gentle shove.
"Oh and like your breath is any bloody better," the other finally spoke, the obvious trace of a British accent in his voice, "Anyway, we both have to get up, so let's get to it." of course the man just groaned, popping an eye open just in time to see the other sitting up in bed. He quickly reached over and nuzzled his face into his lower stomach, not really one to get up that quickly in the mornings. "Alby, let go you bloody idiot," but his voice held nothing but love and adoration for the other, smiling at him as he ran his hand against the shaven head of his boyfriend. "You can't afford to be late. Again." The blonde laughed as Alby rolled his eyes at him.
But, like requested, Alby finally rolled off and sat up himself, letting the blanket pool at his waist. His chest was toned, obviously fit from work out. Alby could feel the eyes on him, scanning him, lusting for him and with a grin he turned to the other again, "Stop staring or I won't be able to get to work on time. Again," the last word was a mocking version of his boyfriend. The other rolled his eyes but finally leaned forward, connecting their lips together briefly before he stood and stretched his arms above his head. Alby hummed after the kiss, swinging his own legs over the bed to connect with the floor.
He watched as the other walked into the restroom, closing the door but not fully. Although Alby would have normally taken that as an invitation, this time, all he did was get up and began to walk around the room, searching for his clothes. It wasn't long till he heard the shower going off and he knew for a fact that the other was now taking a shower. Alby simply walked into the restroom, taking his place at the sink as he stared at the curtain and the slight figure behind it. "I won't be home that early today. I have a test coming up and I need to study some more for it-" but before the male got any other word out, Alby spat a bit. Nearly slamming his tooth brush onto the sink.
It was like all the good that just happened was gone and it wasn't long until the boy behind the curtains swung them back, eyes trained on the other, "You're always out late, study, study, study, that's what you really care about, Newt."
Really, Newt could have gone all day without having this argument once more. "Alby, you knew exactly what this meant when I told you I wanted to go to college after high school. Can we please not have this argument?" Newt held out a single hand, forcefully grabbing he towel not too far and quickly wrapped it around his waist. He loved Alby, really he did, but he hated how the other didn't even seem to care that Newt was working his ass off trying to get a good job. A good job for them both.
"No, Newt, let's talk about this," but Newt really wasn't having any of it, shaking his head with a scowl before storming out of the restroom, "Newt." His voice was harsh with authority and the male stopped halfway to the closet.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that. I'm not one of your little subordinates or whatever the bloody hell ya' wanna call them!" Newt was getting frustrated, turning away to grab a quick pair of underwear and then to the closet once again.
Alby stared at him, taking a deep breath with closed eyes. Newt was right, he had such a bad habit of using his "work" voice, as Newt had put it, that he found it slipping in arguments. Which, in turn, got Newt frustrated and upset. The male walked up behind his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his waist and with a gentle kiss to the back of the neck, he began to speak once again, "I'm…sorry. I just get a little frustrated with eating alone all the time. Shuck, this is making me sound like a freaking girl," he laughed against the damp skin, making Newts lips turn from a frown to a slight smile.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But think about it this way, once I'm done with school, we can get a bigger place. Something bigger than this bloody apartment. We can get a dog and a bigger bed because that," he pointed to the bed, "bugger is just not doing it. And we can go to grand parties and throw grand parties. Don't you want that Alby?" Newt turned around finally, pants and a shirt in his hands. Really, he never understood why they had this argument so much. It was tiring, yet, Newt found them fighting about it nearly every day. Wake up, fight, get home, fight, have dinner, fight. Go to sleep angry at each other before waking up happily next to each other. Why couldn't Alby understand he was doing this for them both? Really, Newt thought, it's a little selfish. Of course, the last time he brought that word up, Alby had moved out for a week, leaving a very miserable and sad Newt in their apartment by himself.
Alby tilted his head a bit before shrugging, "Sure, Newt. But I also really like how we live now. I like our small bed, waking up close to you," he sighed and released the other, shaking his head, "Shuck it, get ready so you're not late for class," and with that, Alby was walking away and back to the bathroom, closing it gently before locking it. Newt sighed and released the towel from his waist, dressing quickly before he grabbed his bag by the bedroom door. He stared at the bathroom once before turning away.
"I'm leaving," he waited for a response yet got nothing. With a shake of his head, a roll of his eyes, he walked out of the bedroom and out of the house for the day.