This is it for this one, but I am doing a series.
This contains a few Marvel references. I can see Minho as a big Marvel fan.
It was 10 am on Sunday, and Newt was up pacing the hall in front of his bedroom.
"Newt, you dipshit, stop stomping around in the hall, and stick your head under a pillow for another half hour." Moni called from her room, which was right next to her brother's.
"Put your headphones in, and stop whining at me." Newt snapped. "Sorry, Moni. I'm just nervous.
"Get in here." Moni ordered.
"Are you wearing pants?" Newt asked, warily. If there was one thing he did not want to do, it was walk in on his sister when she wasn't wearing pants.
"Why would I tell you to come into my room if I was not wearing pants? Come here."
Newt walked into Moni's room. She was sitting up in bed, and gestured for him to sit next to her.
"Newt, look at me. You are going to be fine. Minho is going to love you, and if he doesn't, I'll kick his ass."
"Isn't the older sibling supposed to be the protective one?"
"You are protective. I'm just meaner about it. That's why everyone says you're the nice one, and I kind of just sit in the corner planning their murder." Moni deadpanned.
Newt laughed. "Do you really think he'll love me?"
"Of course I do. I may tease you, and annoy the fuck out of you, but I'd never lie to you."
"In that case, are you really up that band member's ass?" Newt asked playfully.
"How do you- We'll discuss this later. Go brush your hair." Moni ordered. When Newt refused to budge, she smacked him with a pillow. "Geet ouuut! And close my door!"
Newt ran off, shaking with laughter. He did, however, shut his little sister's door, because if he did not, he probably would have had her after him. When Moni got out out of bed to go after someone, it was not going to be pretty. Newt went into his room, and shut the door. He picked a simple outfit of a band t-shirt and jeans, and made his hair look decent. He wasn't overly interested in his looks, though he did want to look respectable enough.
After this, he simply waited for 11:45 am to roll around so he could leave. It was only 10-minute drive to Vinnie's but he wanted to be there a couple minutes early. He and Minho had already agreed to ride separately, just in case them going together set off alarm bells in their parents' minds. It wasn't safe for them to come out at that point, especially if it was revealed that they were going on a date. Newt dreaded to think of what could happen if his parents found out he was gay. He also feared for his little sister, because her being pansexual wasn't any better for their circumstances.
Finally 11:45 rolled around,and Newt left.
Minho had had a hell of a morning. He'd woken up at 7 am, and, unable to get back to sleep, stared at the ceiling for three hours before finally getting out of bed. He was consumed with the same worry that Newt had had, though both were unaware of each others' feelings. He chose a Thor t-shirt and some jeans to wear, and sat waiting around till it was time to go. He wished he and Newt could have gone together, but Minho almost never rode with friends. When he did, it was more than one friend. What would his mom, who had assumed one of his friends to be gay by judging only guy's voice, think if he, the guy who, at 17, had never had a girlfriend, went out with no one but another boy?
That was when Minho's mother walked in. "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to do the dishes last night?"
"No." Minho replied. He honestly had no recollection of her saying that.
"Yes, I did. Why didn't they get done?" Minho's mother asked, with a tone of anger starting to edge its way into her voice
"Because you never told me!" Minho exclaimed.
"I think you're just being lazy. Go wash the dishes now, or you're not going anywhere!"
Minho had no choice but to do as his mother asked.
"When you're done, take the trash out!"
Minho sighed and proceeded to take the trash bag from the can.
"Don't sigh at me. I can take your keys away."
Minho went to take out the trash, with many rude thoughts circulating in his mind. After coming back in to tell his mother he was leaving, she asked one more thing of him.
"Sweep these three front rooms."
Minho glanced at his watch. 11:50. He lived 15 minutes away from Vinnie's. He'd be late. Minho only hoped Newt would understand, and not think he'd been stood up.
It took Minho a full 15 minutes to sweep by his mother's standards, and he rushed out the door as fast as he could. 12:05. Late already.
At Vinnie's, Newt was starting to wonder where Minho was. He'd chosen to wait for a table, but soon enough people were going to start showing up in big groups. He hoped he hadn't been tricked. Minho had seemed genuine yesterday, though. He's just running a little late, Newt thought. I'll wait till 12:20.
12:15. Minho somehow ended up hitting every redlight on the way to Vinnie's. Why couldn't he just have some good luck?
12:20. Newt was upset. He'd hoped Minho would be there by then. Maybe he just got held up, he told himself for the hundredth time. He was about to leave when he saw a car coming into the parking lot. Maybe it was Minho. Newt hoped with all his heart that it was. There was only one table left. If this wasn't Minho, Newt would have no choice but to leave, his day having been ruined by some asshole he'd thought liked him.
"Um. Can I help you?" An employee asked. "You've been waiting for a while."
"Uh, no. I'm just waiting on someone. This might be them."
The door opened. Newt craned his neck to see who it was. Was it- it was!
Minho ran up to the building as fast as he could without smacking into the door. "Newt! I'm so sorry! My mom delayed me."
Newt felt a massive weight come off of his shoulders. "It's fine. As long as you're here now."
"You're playing it off like it was nothing. I would have left by now." Minho said, amazed that Newt was still there.
"I was actually about to leave." Newt admitted.
"I don't blame you. I really am sorry."
"It's not your fault." Newt almost leaned forward just slightly, but decided not to. Not quite the right time, he thought. "If you go grab that table, I'll order for us. Oh. I need your money, too."
"Here you go." Minho handed Newt his money.
"What do you say? Pizza or wings?"
"Whichever one you want. I'm down for either."
"Wanna split a pizza?"
"Yes."
"What kind?"
"I'll eat literally anything without mushrooms on it from here."
"Got it." Newt said, and ordered a pepperoni pizza for them to split, while Minho got the table.
Five minutes later, both boys were seated at their table, waiting for their food.
"I still feel really bad about making you wait. I should have texted you and let you know I was gonna be late. I didn't even think of it."
"Minho, don't worry about it. You're here now, and that's all that matters."
"It does matter. I said I'd be here, and I was late."
"But you showed up. It wasn't your fault you were late, was it?"
"My mom had me cleaning the house, so I guess not. I wouldn't have come late on purpose."
"See? No harm done. End of story." Newt said, his tone kind but firm, almost like a parent, signifying the end of the conversation.
"I still feel bad." Minho admitted.
"Try not to think about it. Nice shirt, by the way."
"Oh, Thor? Yeah. He's my second favorite Avenger." Minho smiled.
"Who's your first?"
"Iron Man."
"Mine's Captain America."
"You're English."
Newt tried to hold back his laughter. "And? I can't like Steve Rogers as a a character?"
"I was teasing. They say your favorite characters reflect you, ya know."
"I cannot tell you how many times I have heard that from my sister. She claims to be the lovechild of two Disney Channel characters because of it. I question its credibility."
"Oh my god. I think it's actually pretty accurate. Sarcastic asshole who actually does care," Minho gestured to himself. "And I don't know about anything else with you, but I'm definitely sensing the 'heart of gold' quality."
Newt blushed. "Really?"
"Yes. You're a sweetheart."
"Do me a favor and tell that to my parents. They think I'm an ass."
"I swear you're not. I also say that's hypocritical."
"How so?"
"Well, you said they can't know you like guys. My interpretation is that they won't support you, and are therefore asses themselves. That makes them hypocrites, and therefore their opinion is invalid. Not that it was valid when they were just homophobes." Minho explained, and watched as Newt's expression went from curious to 'holy shit he's right'.
"I think our pizza's ready." Newt said after a minute, getting up to get it.
"I could have gotten that." Minho said after Newt returned.
"Well, I did it. I'm the one that ordered it anyway. 'Sit good?" Newt asked after Minho took a bite.
"Newt. This is freaking Vinnie's. Of course it's good. I have been eating here for 17 years, and it has never been bad."
"But you are 17."
"I ate solid food when I was a baby. Eventually."
"That's not 17 full years, though."
"I'm seventeen and a half, so yeah it is." Minho said proudly.
"I'm going to ask your mother about that."
"My age or the food thing?"
"The food thing, genius. If I ever meet your mom, that is."
"You can meet her. You just can't...like..."
"Tell her about us? Yeah. The only I'll be telling her is that her son is a liar who says he's been eaiting pizza his entire life." Newt joked.
"And wings!" Minho exclaimed.
"Well, that only makes it worse. More lies." Newt countered.
"No, it's the same lie. Just bigger." Minho corrected.
"Still worse."
"What, is she gonna ground me for lying about pizza?"
"So you are lying."
"I never said that."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did, and I got the last word!" Newt covered his ears. "Lalalalalalalala!"
"Oh my god. You are five years old." Minho said, laughing.
"You were supposed to say 'you can't say lalala forever, but I can!'"
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Guilty pleasure show reference. My sister dragged me into it like two and a half years ago."
"What show is it?"
"I don't trust you not to make fun of me for it, so I'm not telling you anything."
"Whatever. Oh, and I like your shirt, too." Minho said.
"You like Walk the Moon, too?" Newt asked.
"Yup! My favorite song has to be "Up 2 U"."
"I like "Shiver Shiver" and "Work This Body"."
"Those are good ones. What other artists do you like?"
"Uhhhh. Fall Out Boy. Ed Sheeran. Uh. The 1975. Um."
"Never heard of Um." Minho said, smirking.
"Shut up. I'm really bad at talking about myself."
"Relax. It's cute."
Newt just blushed.
"I like those bands, but I've never listened to Ed. Want the last couple of pieces of pizza?" Minho asked.
"First of all, go home and listen to Ed Sheeran. He's super talented. Second of all, yes I want the last pieces of pizza. What kind of question is that?"
"A good one, because I would have taken them if you hadn't."
"We are going to get snacks at the movie theater, you know." Newt pointed out.
"Oh, I forgot about that." Minho admitted.
"Yeah, I can tell. How is it even possible to eat that fast?"
"I'm magical. Also, do you wanna ride to the movie theater together? I can drop you back off here to get your car afterwards."
"Yes. One question, though. Can I control the music?"
"Sure." Minho replied absentmindedly.
"Hell yes." Newt said, and proceeded to finish his pizza.
"Time to go?"
"Yup."
Minho was getting up from the table, and somehow manged to knock the crumb-covered pizza platter on the floor as he did so. "Shit." He said, and started to go down to pick it up.
"I'll get it." An employee said, taking over. "I'll need to sweep the crumbs up."
"Sorry."
"It's alright."
Newt watched Minho weave around the chairs to get towards the door. "Don't knock those over, too."
"Oh, shut the fuck up." Minho snapped, though he wasn't actually offended.
At that point a woman came up to them. "Excuse me! This is a public place! I would much appreciate it if you either stopped using such filthy language or left before my children pick it up!" She exclaimed in the most condescending tone possible.
Minho and Newt just looked at each other before running outside. As soon as they were outside, they lost it. Both boys ended up having to lean against the building to keep upright.
"Did you see her face?" Minho asked as tears from laughter streamed down his face.
"Excuse me! I would much appreciate it if you stopped making fun of me!" Newt exclaimed, perfectly imitating the woman's tone and expression.
Minho nearly collapsed laughing. Newt had to nearly dive to keep him from hitting the ground.
After about a minute, the boys finally settled down.
"My car, right?" Minho asked, wiping the last of the tears off of his face.
"Right. I'm controlling the music."
"Got it."
Minho started the car, and Newt started his music on shuffle. The first song to play had an extremely familiar beginning, regardless of whether either of them liked the song. Newt immediately skipped it.
"Newt." Minho said.
"Yes?"
"Was that a fucking One Direction song?"
"Yeees... I like a few of their songs. It's Moni's fault. Ooh. Here's a good Ed Sheeran one."
The ride continued like this. Newt skipped about every other track. Soon, they arrived at the movie theater.
"What do you wanna see?" Minho asked.
"I dunno. You go get snacks, and I'll get tickets. Can I surprise you?"
"Yes. No romance, though. And no musicals. I'll strand you here with no ride." Minho warned.
"You wouldn't dare."
"I might."
The movie they ended up seeing was a cheesy comedy. Both boys enjoyed it immensely, and walked out laughing.
"THEY SAID- I forgot where I was going to say." Minho quoted.
"No, no, I have actually seen that happen firsthand."
"I've had that hapoen to me!"
"Well, yeah, me too, but it's only funny if it's not you. Like falling, or getting hit with something."
"True. I've walked into doors before. Wooden doors." Minho said, looking embarrassed.
"I've walked into a few poles." Said Newt.
"Dude." Minho just shook his head.
"You've walked into doors! They're bigger!" Newt protested.
Minho and Newt continued to tease each other as they walked back to Minho's car. The ride home was pretty much the same as the ride there, with Newt continuing to run the music.
When they got back to Vinnie's so Newt could get his car, it was already 5 pm. Minho, despite it being completely unnecessary, walked Newt to his car.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Newt asked.
"Very much. We should do this again sometime."
"How does Saturday sound?"
"Perfect."
As they were speaking, the boys found themselves slowly leaning towards each other until their lips met. Both Minho and Newt had kissed other people before, but neither had ever felt as they did in that moment. After they broke the kiss, they just stood in silence for a few seconds.
Newt was the one to break the silence. "See you Saturday, then?"
"Definitely. We can work out the details over the week."
"Bye, Minho."
"Bye, Newt."
The boys went their seperate ways, but both of them were feeling the exact same thing; they were overjoyed that this had worked out and were on an emotional high. This had been such an amazing night, and neither boy could describe his exitement for the next date.