My first Maze Runner Fanfic. Enjoy!
Rated T for some swearing. Painter!Thomas x Photographer!Minho, May add some side Nably. This is also on AO3 under the name Hannah_Hibari_Thomnho.
"Thomas it's time to go to school," an annoyingly familiar voice cuts through the comfortable darkness of Thomas' sleeping mind. Damn, he's only been asleep for thirty minutes, it's too early, he's too tired, nooo- He decides to voice his thoughts with a loud groan.
"UUUUGGGGGGG NOOOOO-"
"Shut up Thomas and get your ass up. It's your first day of college, now go get educated so you won't be a loser all your life."
Thomas fakes a hurt expression, the best one he can muster through his hazy, still half-asleep mind, and places his hand over his heart sadly. "Ow. What kind of sister insults her brother like that?"
Teresa smirks and smacks his arm lightly before replying, "The ones who have idiot, lazy brothers."
Thomas groans and pulls his blanket back over his head, willing the sun to go back down so he can actually sleep. He didn't sleep a wink last night because he is nervous as hell. What if he isn't good enough for college? What if he flunks all of his classes and gets kicked out?! Then Newt would ditch him and go find friends who are smarter. Oh god Thomas could not handle that. Newt is his only friend and he'll be damned if he lets Newt move on to experience college life without him.
Teresa growls impatiently and pulls his covers off of him. "Thomas. I swear to god if you don't get out of this bed right now I'm gonna-"
"I'm getting up, don't blow up, Jesus. It's too early for this," he grumbles while grudgingly slumping into a sitting position and giving Teresa his best glare, which doesn't look intimidating at all with his ruffled bed head and sleepy eyes that have bags under them from lack of sleep.
Teresa holds back a laugh and gives him a look that's about 90% teasing and only 10% worried. "Tom. You didn't sleep last night did you? I've told you not to worry too much. You'll run your mind ragged and then you won't be able to concentrate in class you idiot. Not that you would've been able to concentrate anyways with your short attention span. And also, if you're going to college you can't be so forgetful and lazy-"
Thomas had stopped listening somewhere near the middle of her complaining and was spacing out, staring at a dirty spot on the floor about a foot away. What an interesting spot, he muses. It's so lucky, it gets to sit there all day and not get dragged out of bed by an annoying- not to mention crazy- sister. It doesn't have to worry about school or friends or what will happen if its social anxiety acts up. It doesn't have to worry about being stuck in a class with a bunch of strangers who are surely judging it behind its back. Oh, how Thomas wishes he were that spot. If only-
His thoughts get cut off when Teresa claps her hands in front of his face. He jumps in surprise and falls off the bed. Teresa bursts out with laughter as Thomas quickly rises to his feet and glares at her again. The attempted stern look just makes her laugh harder, her shoulders shaking with the effort.
Thomas pouts and hurries out the door with an angry grumble of "I'm gonna take a shower," He shuts the door to their bedroom after him and hears Teresa still laughing through the door. He rolls his eyes and stomps his way into the bathroom.
One hour later (he fell asleep in the shower for 45 minutes and only woke up when Teresa started banging on the bathroom door, claiming that she needed to put her face on, whatever that meant) he sits at the kitchen table, eating a burnt piece of toast. It tastes like shit but hey, he's hungry. And he can't cook.
He finishes his charred bread and trudges back into his bedroom, running a hand thorough his messy hair in an attempt to make it look at least semi-presentable. He yawns loudly while grabbing his backpack from the floor. "Man, this sucks", he grumbles to himself. He shifts the backpack on and scrubs a hand down his face before hurrying out of his room.
"Tom?", Teresa calls from the bathroom when he walks by. Thomas sighs and peeks his head into the bathroom, to see Teresa carefully applying eyeliner. "Don't you need me to drive you?", she asks, not taking her eyes off of her reflection.
Thomas smiles slightly. His sister may act like a total jerk who wants nothing more than to make him feel like an insignificant pile of trash who will never succeed in life- but hey the point is, she actually does care. In her own sick, twisted way. Oh wait, she's smirking. She doesn't care at all, does she? She just wants to tease Thomas for not having a driver's license. Well she can go to hell.
"Nah, Newt's gonna drive me. Laters," Thomas raises one hand in a half-assed wave and walks away without waiting for a response. He staggers out the front door and stifles another yawn.
He somehow manages to make it all the way to Newt's house without falling asleep (His house is only a block away so it's not a particularly impressive feat). He sees Newt already sitting in his car by the curb, staring down at his phone blankly. He is staring so intently that he doesn't notice Thomas until he knocks on the window softly. Newt looks up and unlocks the door so Thomas can clamber into the passenger's seat. "Bloody hell Tommy, you look like crap."
"Gee thanks, you look beautiful today as well", Thomas retorts sarcastically before he frowns. Does he really look that bad? He wasn't able to spare a glance at himself in the mirror before Teresa took over the bathroom so he has no idea what he looks like. He pulls out his phone and looks at himself in the screen's reflection. He looks way worse than he thought. He has dark bags under his eyes and his hair is unkempt, sticking up wildly in every direction. His eyes are dull and lifeless, lacking their usual glow. In short, he looks like a zombie who's been through hell and back. "Wow you're right, I do look pretty rough"
"'Pretty rough' is a huge understatement.", Newt opens the glove compartment and pulls out a brush. "Here" He hands it to Thomas, who takes it gratefully and tries to tame his mop of curls, too tired to ask why the hell Newt would have a brush in his car when his hair was so perfectly messy that he had no need for one.
Thomas' stomach picks this moment to grumble loudly. "Tommy, what did you eat this morning?," Newt raises an eyebrow. Thomas pouts.
"...A burnt piece of toast," he mutters.
Newt sighs and shakes his head. "What am I going to do with you?" He starts the car. "I guess we'll go to McDonald's then."
Thomas smiles widely. Even though Newt knows that getting food for Thomas would make them really late, he still offers to take him to McDonald's. Thomas is so happy. Newt is the best friend ever. "Aww thanks Newt, you're the best friend in the world!"
Newt snickers. "Don't thank me. You still have to pay."
Thomas pouts again and whines. "Aww Newt~ You're so mean!"
"I thought I was the best friend in the world?"
Fifteen minutes of whining and sarcastic remarks later, a significantly less wild-haired Thomas is scarfing down a sausage biscuit like he hasn't eaten anything in days.
Newt decides to not comment on Thomas' way of eating. "Hey. Ya better not get crumbs and grease all over my car," he threatens as he pulls out of the drive-thru.
Thomas nods. "I pwowise I won't," he mumbles through his food. Newt just sighs. Thomas is going to be the death of him.
"Hey Tommy, for lunch do you want to meet in the cafeteria or outside of your class?"
Newt gets no answer. "Tommy...?"
Still no answer. Newt looks over to see Thomas asleep with his head resting against the window, a bit of drool coming out of his mouth as he clutches the remaining half of his sausage biscuit in his hand.
Newt laughs and pulls out his phone to take pictures. He grins and sends a picture to Teresa. He figures she'll find some use for them that will embarrass Thomas more than anything he could think of.
You would think Newt's loud, pleased laughter and the sound of his phone snapping pictures would wake Thomas up but nope, he's completely dead to the world. He doesn't budge at all. Which just makes the whole thing even more funny. Or at least, that's what Newt thinks.
When they finally reach the school (Newt decided to take the long way just to let Thomas sleep some more because he really looked like he needed it) Newt taps on his sleeping friend's shoulder.
Thomas doesn't move.
"Tommy," Newt states as he shoves at Thomas' shoulder.
Thomas doesn't move.
"Tommy!," Newt yells into Thomas' ear while shaking him violently.
Thomas doesn't move, but he does say something. "Go away evil unicorn..."
Newt pauses and stares at Thomas, a vein in his forehead throbbing as he feels his anger level increasing. He gets out of the car and walks over the the passenger's side. He opens the door, causing Thomas to fall sideways since his head was still leaning against the window. Thomas almost falls out of the car, and he would have if the seatbelt wasn't restricting him. He wakes up immediately and flails around wildly, dazed and confused as he tries to get himself back in an upright position. Hanging half out of Newt's car is not something he wants to do. What a rude awakening. And he dropped his sausage biscuit on the ground. Damn. He was going to eat that.
Thomas is not amused.
Newt, however, is very amused, if his insensitive cackling and smug grin is anything to go by.
"Gahhhr Newt I hatr chu," Thomas grumbles angrily, still not fully awake. He undoes his seatbelt and steps out of the car while rubbing his eyes.
Newt just grins. "You know you love me," he says as he starts walking. Thomas walks beside him. The short nap made him feel slightly better, and he hopes that he looks somewhat less dead than before.
"...Newt?,"
Newt sideglances at him. "Yes Tommy?"
Thomas frowns and looks down, which makes Newt frown as well, his golden eyebrows furrowing in concern. Thomas is his best friend, he's allowed to worry! "What's the matter?"
Thomas looks up at Newt unsurely. The insecure look almost breaks Newt's heart. That look doesn't belong on Thomas' face. Thomas should always have his annoyingly happy expression that makes him look like an excited puppy.
"Newt, what if I'm not good enough for college? What if I suck and people laugh at me and everyone stares at me and I fail every class and-"
Newt sighs because Thomas is talking fast and ranting like he always does when he's nervous. Which isn't often. Thomas only gets nervous when he has to be around people that he doesn't know (So basically everyone except for his family and Newt). Newt doesn't see this nervous side of him very often because the pair usually hangs out, just the two of them. Newt didn't know Thomas was this worried. Thomas is smart and Newt thinks that Thomas should be worrying about getting a girlfriend, not about if he'll do well in school. Newt knows Thomas will get straight 'A's or something.
"Don't worry Tommy, you're the smartest person I know" Newt leaves out the fact that he doesn't know many people and gives Thomas a reassuring smile. He is relieved when the smile is returned.
"Okay. Thanks Newt. You're the best," Newt nods but doesn't say anything else. Thomas doesn't mind the short comfortable silence.
Thomas' phone suddenly dings. He stops walking temporarily to check his phone. He has a text from Teresa.
'Lololololololol ROFL so ur that tired Tom?'
Thomas blinks and looks around briefly, suddenly thinking that Teresa must be watching him, because she'd have to see his sloping, lazy walk and tired eyes to know that. He deems the area safe and just gives his phone a confused look, which makes Newt look over his shoulder at the device. Newt snickers when he sees the message, knowing that it must be about that picture he sent her, and starts walking again. His shoulders shake with the effort of holding back his laughter.
Thomas rolls his eyes and determines his sister and friend are just being weird again. Maybe Teresa is a psychic or something, whatever. He is too tired to care. He slips the phone into his pocket and falls back into step beside Newt.
They share a look when they get to the front door.
"Ready Tommy?"
Thomas takes a deep breath and nods, his tired eyes taking on a determined look, as if he was about to step into a war zone instead of a college. "Yeah"
And off they go.
So, what did you think? Do you want me to continue? Sorry this chapter is a bit weird (especially the ending, where did that come from?!), I wanted to start it off on a funny note but I also wanted to show Thomas as rather clumsy and all-over-the-place. Then I failed and I don't even know how it turned into whatever the hell this is. I just could not get this idea out of my head until I started writing it! But, I enjoyed writing it and if you enjoyed reading it, I'd like to hear you tell me so! Until next time lovelies~ (It's all about that Thominho~)