Thomas paced through the hallway, energy drained out and all he can do is sigh. The exams were tough and difficult but he got through it. He was tired though and in need of sleep. He went to his locker when a red-haired boy tapped his shoulder.

"Hey, sleepyhead." Gally cheered.

"Hey." Thomas sighed deeply.

"Not keen on seeing me today, huh?" Gally said sourly.

"Sorry. It's not that. The exams had me pretty beat up." Thomas confessed and stretched his neck.

"That bad huh?" Gally inquired taking Thomas' bag as they walked through the halls.

"Thanks. And yeah." Thomas said.

"It's done now! Cheer up! At least we're not those students who still had exams tomorrow." Gally snickered. Thomas was about to agree but he suddenly remembered the blonde. He quickly reached for his phone and typed.

To Isaac Newton: Hey! How was the first day? Did good?

Thomas smiled and pressed send that he did not even see Gally watching him suspiciously.

"You never light up like that when you text your past girlfriends before." Gally teased.

"Shut up." Thomas punched Gally as he quickly hid his phone in his pockets.

"Maybe because he's your first boyfriend?" Gally whispered on Thomas' ear.

"He's not my boyfriend, thank you very much." Thomas informed Gally.

"Do you want him to?" Gally asked, raising his eyebrows.

"You really look like Satan when you do that, you know." Thomas swerved.

"Changing the subject. How sly." Gally chuckled and Thomas only grunted and walked out the hall.

"So, anyway, there was this guy and we were competing for the top spot in class and the teacher was like..." Teresa trailed off when he noticed that Thomas was not listening to her. "Thomas!" She called. Thomas jumped from the loud volume of her voice, startling him.

"Yes! What?" Thomas murmured.

"That's like the hundredth time you stared at your phone." Teresa informed.

"And?" Thomas asked, confused.

"It's distracting, Tom. It's like you're not even here." Teresa accused.

"Sorry. It's just... Never mind." Thomas looked down. Teresa gazed at him suspiciously and she immediately knew there was something wrong.

"What's going on, Thomas?" Teresa crossed her arms, leaning on her chair.

"Wha-Nothing. What are you talking about?" Thomas asked, not wanting Teresa to get into this too. He already had Gally and Fry to deal with, not her too.

"Thomas, I can basically feel it when you're anxious. Just tell me. Please?" Teresa pleaded.

"It's nothing really. My lit partner was suppose to text me today about the status of our little assignment and I still got no text..." Thomas explained, although it was half truth.

"Ah. Academics, of course." Teresa shifted but looked at Thomas again, "but, you're not really this anxious when it comes to literature, you even told me it was the easiest subject you've ever taken." Teresa squinted her eyes. Shit, she's getting suspicious.

"Professor was replaced by a knew one. She's a beast." Thomas explained, trying to sway her.

"You don't back down from a challenge." Teresa smiled and finally continued her story. Thomas was grateful she spared the topic. She was very suggestive and manipulative (not in a completely bad way) and one word about the blonde guy he's currently taking a liking to, she might have him think he's in love with Newt. He was just curious, that's all. But what surprised Thomas was how quickly Newt sparked his interest. He wondered why.

Thomas groaned as he checked his phone again. Still no message from Newt. He threw his phone to the side of his bed and just sighed. It was already Sunday afternoon and the exams were over yesterday so how come no messages came to him from Newt. This week was the deadline for the homework but the class was still on Wednesday and Thursday but still, not even a simple 'hi' from Newt. Maybe he lost his number? Maybe his phone got lost? Maybe... Maybe... Maybe... Got his head hurt. He's got to stop frying his brain like this, over a stranger too! As he was rubbing his head he heard a knock at his door. He groaned but stood up anyways. When he opened the door, a familiar smile greeted him and all the pain in the brunette's head suddenly vanished.

"Hey, Thomas!" Newt smiled, propping himself up. Newt was all happy and cute and Thomas had to slap himself from groaning internally.

"N-Newt! You're here! How di-"

"I asked Minho."

"You know him?" Thomas asked confused.

"Why? Because he's not the type of people I surround myself with?" Newt's smile faded and replaced by an offended one. Thomas panicked and fidgeted.

"Wh-no- sorry- it-wai-no I just..." Thomas stuttered. Just then, Newt laughed and and placed his hands on his stomach and wiped his face from a tear that formed on his eyes.

"Oh, Tommy!" Newt said, "you look so adorable when you freak out!" Newt chuckled as he started to calm do - wait, did Newt just called him 'Tommy' in person? 'Okay, calm down, Thomas. It's not like he confessed his love for you. Just... Why am I so nervous? Fuck.' Thomas thought.

"Shank." Thomas managed through the hundreds thoughts running through his head.

"Thanks. So... are you gonna let me in or am I suppose to freeze here?" Newt said as he calmed down totally.

"Oh, please come in." Thomas opened the door wider and letting Newt in.

"Thanks!" Newt paced through the room and trailed every detail with his eyes, "you have a roommate?" Newt asked as he notice there were two beds.

"Um, no. Originally, there were suppose to be two people in this room but my parents insisted on having a room all to myself but I did not remove the bed just incase friends would like to sleepover." Thomas explained as he sat back to his bed. Newt just nodded, pushing his lower lip above the upper. Thomas breathed deeply from the sight. 'Fuck my life.' "So, Minho?" Thomas added.

"Oh! Yeah, we were best friends in high school.." Newt trailed off when he looked at Thomas that had a surprised look. The blonde just smiled, "It's unbelievable, I know... but our friendship crapped out in college. He became more of a party person and I became more quiet... It just did not work but we stayed friends. At least we had that." Newt explained, sitting on the empt bed across from Thomas.

"Sorry, Newt. I had no idea." Thomas said, he may have hit a nerve when Newt's face fell.

"Eh. It's fine though. We still talk so that's a plus." Newt chimed up again. "So, the assignment?" Newt said as he took his notebook out of his bag.

"Yes! Of course!" Thomas cheered and took his notebook out of his bag too.

They spent hours just telling things about each other that the other wanted to know. They kept laughing and yes, some tears were shed but everything was kept light. Newt learned that Thomas could play the cello and Thomas found out that Newt played the guitar, on both hands. 'He plays the guitar. That's not sexy at all.' Thomas thought sarcastically. They never realized that it was finally getting late and Newt really needed to go home.

"Nice bonding with you, Thomas." Newt said as he walked towards the door.

"Yeah, I liked it too." Thomas responded as he held the door for Newt.

"I hope this friendship lasts. You know, not just because we're partners..." Newt trailed off and Thomas knew he needed to continue the conversation.

"Of course! I'd really like that! I need new friends anyways." Thomas said genuinely and it made Newt smile from ear to ear.

"Great! Cause I like you, Thomas." Newt said and it made Thomas cheeks hear up.

"I like you too, Newt." Thomas managed to say.

After saying their goodbyes, Thomas closed the door and backed up against it. Newt liked Thomas! He fucking liked him! It made Thomas' heart do 100 somersaults and he still wondered why. He went to bed that night thinking about how Newt looked stupidly adorable with that smile and it made Thomas sleep peacefully with the blonde on his mind.