A NewtMeena (Mewt) fic for Cory in the House on Disney Channel. This is very short. Too short to be a complete fic, so it's just a one-shot. I think this will be a collection if I can get myself motivated enough. I'll probably have enough time… (OH NO! SHE'S TRYING TO START ANOTHER PROJECT!!!) Enjoy!


Chemistry

By TitanInTraining

Mrs. Moffatt's Period 6 Chemistry Class

"Why does Cory call attraction between boys and girls 'chemistry'? It's a class that has nothing to do with liking someone." Meena asked Newt, pulling her wavy hair into a ponytail. Her blond friend stood next to her, determinedly trying to adjust his bangs so they hung in front of his safety goggles.

"I dunno. I think it has to do with chemical reactions. You know, like when you mix chemicals and they explode?" He shrugged, and fiddled with his necklaces.

"What does blowing up have to do with romance?" Meena frowned. He shook his head.

"Okay, never mind. Think of it this way," Newt moved to their lab station and held up two test tubes. "This liquid represents some girl. When she's all by herself, nothing happens." Newt lightly shook the lonely beaker for effect. "But when she and a nice dude find each other…" He paused to pour the liquids together. Suddenly, the mixture started to fizz, and tiny lights jumped from the concoction's surface.

"…They feel sparks." He murmured, watching the lights reflect in his lab partner's warm brown eyes. She slowly turned her head and their eyes met. Both abruptly realized how close they were, only inches apart. Gazing into Newt's gentle blue eyes, a shock of electricity ran up Meena's spine. For a moment, he smiled shyly at her, and then turned away dump out the beaker. His hand brushed softly against hers, and as Meena's heart fluttered, she nodded slowly, a comfortable warmth spreading across her cheeks. She quietly confirmed,

"I think I understand."


The End. R&R. Suggest some themes. Please?