Ok, I was bored. I had nothing to do. So I made this College AU! Thomas as a painter, and Minho as this dreamy track & fielder. I don't know how long I could keep this story up cause I'm very lazy. I hope reviews can help and guide me with the storyline! So yeah, enjoy!
Thomas looked up and down at the newly painted canvas. It was a detailed painting of a sunset on a beach, quite majestic. 'Paradise' it was called "Looks good enough" He said as he brushed a bit of orangey-pink paint at the clouds as a final touch. Hm, still needs something...
Thomas' been working for his portfolio for about 2 months. He really wants that Art uni acceptance, like, really.
"5 down," Thomas huffed in confidence, "7 to go" He needs to prepare 12 paintings to get accepted.
Thomas' eyes were tired, obvious bags underneath; He hasn't had a good sleep since he worked on the paintings. He overworked himself. Time to take a break. Shuck.
He dusted his shoulders off, even though there was nothing to dust at. He reached for his phone at the table beside his painting materials, opening his contacts and messages, he looked for Newt's nam- Aha! Found it. A tab named 'Ni Ni Newt', he smiled and tapped on it. He had left so many messages that Thomas didn't answer; haven't even seen it.
Tommy! Where you at? Come on! We NEED to hang out! Like ryt now mate! xxxx
Last sent 3 hours ago.
Thomas texted:
Haha sorry. The painting? Remember? Going to call you now ;)
Thomas smiles. Newt's his bestfriend, been friends for like forever. When they were young they did everything together; Playing in the playground, ate ice cream at the dairy parlor, stayed inside the house and turning on the ps4, like I said, everything. He was like a brother Thomas never had! Newt knew all Thomas' flaws and weaknesses, and vice versa. He accepts Thomas and Thomas accepts Newt. That's why until today, and the days to come, they're still holding on to each other. It was an unbreakable bond nobody could ever take away. The other line picked up.
"Tommy!" Newt shouted, "You haven't called for weeks you buggin' shank!" He said with a noticeable British accent.
Thomas yawned dramatically "Sorry, been working on my folio remember?" He looked at his paint stained white shirt, then to his paint smudged hands. He needs a shower. 'I need a shower' Thomas told himself.
"Can only text now and then, right? Calling is another argument" Thomas laughed.
Newt rolled his eyes "I understand," Newt sighs. "I just miss you mate. Been bloody two weeks without you"
Thomas had a fond smile on his face "I wanna make it up to you," Thomas paused and thought for a place where they could catch up for the weeks that was lost "Let's go to the pub and have bit of a drink, good that?" He continued.
Newt squealed excitedly at the other line "Good that!" Newt then got up and opened something that sounded like a wardrobe "Meet up at 7?"
Thomas ran his fingers in his mop-brown hair, untangling fringes "7" He reiterated.
"Great"
"Great"
A comfortable silence took over. Thomas took his shirt off, revealing his lean muscular body. Panels that outlined his hard stomach, strong arms that looks rather enticing. Plain gorgeous.
Newt spoke up after a few minutes "Great! See ya there, shank!" Then the line abruptly hang up.
He needs a friend right about now, specifically, Newt. Taking off his equally stained jeans and boxers, he sighed contentedly, entering the bathroom.
He stepped in the shower, turning the valve on. Cold water that cascaded down then became warm in a second. A flow of warm water graced his model-like frame, soothing his aching muscles (mind, hands, arms, legs, ankles, shoulders, thighs and every freaking body part and mental state). It feels nice. He coursed his hands around his exposed body, scrubbing with soap. Sighing, he hates showers. Not because he hated water, but because the only time he thinks the most is in the showers, and now the first thoughts will come flooding in him again. Minho fucking Minho. Yup, Minho, the (only) person that haunts his dreams. If he could just. Just. Just remove him in the back of his mind- Minho's lips. Stop. Minho's strong arms. No. Minho's handsome face. Please. Minho's physique. Shuck. Minho. I. Minho. Said. Minho. Stop.
Thomas huffed, annoyed with hisself. He quickly rinsed off the soap and got out the shower, not bothering to shampoo his hair, he wrapped himself with a towel by his waist and exited the bathroom.
Ruffling his damp wet hair, he checked his phone. 6:32. "Newt's probably waiting" Thomas mumbled.
He grabbed his black jeans and navy blue shirt that has the title 'Marvel' imprinted on it. It's a pub, not a bar. He grabbed his keys. Thomas took one last glance to his flat; it was an artsy mess indeed. He went out his apartment.
He really needed a break. Shuck.
Thomas was outside the pub. He straightened his shirt and combed his hair to the side lightly with his fingers. Humming, he got his phone at the back pocket, opening it. Surprise surprise. Thomas' fashionably late. 7:01. He grins and texts Newt:
I, Thomas Ed, is late of our splendid evening :)))
Newt texted back quickly:
Tommy, you're at the entrance? Am I ryt?
He puffed:
Maybe.
Newt:
Just get in quick, shank.
Thomas huffed in excitement, he missed Newt. He turned off his phone and entered the pub.
As always, the pub was filled with bustling teens and adults drinking beer. A group of teenagers were chattering by the booth. Some were by themselves, eating chips while talking to their phones at the high chairs. All of them had an aura of uniqueness, they were all having a fun time. Then there was Newt, face plastered with a grin that reached the 'bloody' States.
Thomas waved and shouted "Ni!" While dodging a scuttling waiter carrying trays of dirty dishes.
"Thomas! Tom! Tommy!" Newt shrieked in pure joy. What the heck. What's keeping him so happy?
Thomas sat down at the booth, opposite of Newt, facing him, he smiled "What's with the face?"
"Ahhh it's nothing, it's just that you're here" Newt dodged as he asked a passing waiter for beer.
Thomas raised his brow, asking "Seriously, what is it?" Thomas smirked and rested his head on the soft cushion of his seat "Only time you've been happy to see me was the night I brought McDonalds"
"Am not!" Newt retorted, pouting "But McDonalds is quite a gift" Newt smiled "It's just you're here"
Thomas hummed in affirmation "Really?"
"No"
"Shuck off"
They both looked at each other, staring to deep in to each friends eyes. They laughed. What's wrong with those two.
"I miss you, I miss us, I miss this" Newt said, trying to ease the pain in his stomach from all the laughing.
Thomas was practically tearing up "Newt, you have no idea"
They were talking about what happened in the past few months, all of the things that happened. They talked about how they were busying themselves about college applications, college limitations, college scholarships, and how college works. Talked about how Thomas woke up feeling a bit of headache, but ends up painting on the canvas, or how Newt spilled coffee at a guy in the local coffee shop. Wait, what?
Now that both parties were informed with each others everyday life, Newt blurted out something, "I have a boyfriend" Newt seemed unfazed, brimming with confidence as he said those 4 words.
Thomas froze. What the actual shuck. WHAT. "WHAT?" Thomas asked with a definite poleaxed expression.
"I know right?" Newt chuckled lightly "Surprise!" Newt grinned.
"But-" Thomas couldn't comprehend, he was both shocked and ecstatic that Newt got a boyfriend... But, "I thought you were straight?" Rhetorical question that was.
"I know" Newt reiterated "I think I found out that I was bisexual this summer really" Newt smiled.
Really? This isn't happening. Or should it? Maybe? Wow. Newt's got a boyfriend. I repeat, Newt's got a boyfriend. Newt, the most reliable, leader-felt, cute blonde who's-really-British best friend of Thomas. He really thought he was straight. In fact, he wasn't even showing signs of being bi, Newt was subtle.
But to be honest? He didn't care if he was bi, actually, he cares but you know what I mean. "Congrats!" Thomas said smiling at Newt proudly, "Congrats" He repeated.
"Thanks mate. This really means a lot." Newt said fondly. "I thought you'd stand up and turn away from me for a second there" Newt sheepishly added, pointing to Thomas' shocked face a while ago.
Thomas shook his head and took hold of Newt's hand, he squeezed hard "Why would I? That'd be hypocritical of me, you crank. Considering I'm gay?" Thomas chortled. Newt knew he was gay since 8th grade, why would he even think he'd turn away from him upon hearing this? Newt you slinthead.
"Yeah, sorry bout' that" Newt blushed, feeling guilty. He removed his hand on Thomas' grip and grabbed his beer that was left untouched for a while, sipping it. "Ack, that's not good beer. Certainly not." Newt winced as a bad bitter taste took over.
Thomas laughed "So who's the lucky guy?" He asked rather nonchalantly.
Newt's face brightened up and he settled the beer down at the table "His name's Alby" Newt giggled.
"Where'd you meet him?" Thomas added, smiling.
"At the coffee shop"
"Uhmm-"
"I spilt him with coffee"
"No way"
Newt grinned "Yes way, mate" Newt said, leaning down the table, smiling lovingly.
"That's so romantic!" Thomas exclaimed, bringing his hands up.
"Romantic how?" Newt asked smirking "How I met him in the coffee shop? Or the part where I spilt coffee at him?"
"Both!" Thomas said, crossing his arms.
That'd be such a dream. It's like a movie set up! Meeting at the coffee shop? Accidentally spilling coffee at a random hot guy? Going nuts for each other? That's too romantic. Thomas doesn't ask for much in life, but that would be a good start, you know? A cliche sort of start. He wants Minho. The sarcastic jock in highschool that had a passion in track and field. Even if he had chance, he'll try. Sigh.
"I'm really proud of you" Thomas realized that he zoned out for about a minute, "Really proud" he repeated, slumping down the comfy seat, sighing.
"Thanks" Newt said worriedly.
"So, hows Minho?"
Minho.
Minho? Minho. What a beautiful name. Oh wait, what was the question again? Oh yeah "How's Minho". So yeah? Uhm, how is that even a question? Thomas didn't talk to Minho that much at their years in high school. Minho was just there, always looking very nice (and hot) and fit at the armchair. They had the same classes too. He remembers how Minho narrows his eyes when the subject was too boring. He remembers how sarcasm leaks in every part of his shucking body. He remembers how Minho snarks at most of the teachers poorly made jokes and remarks, he always puts sarcasm at everything. He remembers how Minho looked at him, he remembers that part completely. Then the part where he punched his arm and said "Stare all ya' want, shuckface" and smirked.
He remembers.
Flashback~
Thomas was about done packing his things on the desk. Leaning down to grab his chewed up pencil, he saw a figure on his peripheral vision. Minho. He was staring at Thomas with interest. They stayed like this for a while until Thomas flinched.
Thomas looked up to see Minho, eye to eye (God he was so gorgeous), he gulped.
It was Minho's turn to flinch. Just joking, he smirked. They stared for what seemed like hours. "I should go..." Thomas blushed, as he scurried past Minho.
Minho was quick enough to pull a quick fun punch at the arm to Thomas, making him turn around again.
"Stare all ya' want, shuckface." Smirk growing ever so mischievous.
First and last moment to ever examine Minho's buff muscled figure (up close). But his look in his eye, how he looked at Minho in interest. It was... Indescribable. (And that punch in the side hurt like hell)
Wow.
End of Flashback~
Wow.
Ok so how was it? Were they in character? Did I put too much punctuations and stuff? Haha idk (pls give constructive criticism) :) first series I'm going to write in The Maze Runner catalog tho! This may or may not have 10 or 15 chapters, depending if I'm not lazy. XD. So give me reviews and comments so I could be inspired~ thanks!