Thomas POV

He saw the guy again. God, the guy was cute. What was his name again? "N" something. The guy was about to leave his Mom's office but she called him in again. Thomas was eager to meet the guy someday. Maybe at one of the office parties his mom would throw for the company.

They were laughing. Why were they laughing? They talked for a little then his mom accompanied the guy outside. They were talking. What were they talking about?

Thomas entered his mom's office and sat at the chair the guy sat on. He waited for another 5 mins until his mom got back.

"Good Morning, Honey!" His mom greeted him with a kiss.

"Hey, Mom! How was your morning?" He asked even though his mom's smile answered the question.

"Great! The painting came today." His mom pointed at the painting and she smiled at it.

"Great! It looks really good." Thomas thought looking at the painting. God, not only that the guy was cute he was talented too.

"Listen, Thomas. Would you mind if someone is to paint you? I mean it would look good inside the house. For decoration, you know." Mrs. Cord said with a hopeful tune.

"Um. That's a little creepy, Mom. And I would not be very comfortable with that." Thomas declined but his mom was not having it.

"Come on, Thomas! It's gonna be great. Remember Newt? Newt will be the one painting you. He is a brillia..."

"I'LL DO IT!" Thomas jumped a little too excitedly. Newt. That was the name. Newt. Hmmm. Newt.

"Great! Here is his number. Text him, Okay?" Sonya was delighted!

Thomas looked at the number on his hands. This was it. His chance to be with the blonde. Not only to get in his pants but to actually know him better. He was gonna make Newt his.

Newt POV

It was cold. Newt woke up because of the cold. It was already dark. What time was it? He looked at his clock and read 11:23 PM. Did he sleep the whole afternoon? Guess he did. He tried to fall back asleep but he can only stare at the ceiling. The feeling dawned on him again. The feeling he had before he went to sleep. It was unbearable! What was it? He can't really describe it. He wanted to talk to Minho but decided against it. He will not risk his sanity if he went over there and saw him nailing some girl he probably picked up at the bar. He wanted to do something. He turned to his side and stared at his phone...

No. I can't. I can't text him now. Newt told himself but he grabbed for the phone anyway telling himself to only check the messages. He just wished he hadn't.

There were 4 unread texts. All from Tommy. He sighed again, Thomas. It was Thomas. How many times does he have to remind himself? He opened the messages.

"Hey. Got home safely? :))"

"Newt? Got cut off by your service provider?"

"Are you ignoring me? :("

"Okay. Sorry to bother you. See you tomorrow. T."

The last one tugged at his heart. It was sent over an hour ago and was almost midnight. Surely Thomas was still not awake. So he replied.

"Sorry. Not ignoring you. I fell asleep and it was deep. Just woke up. Can't sleep again. N" he pressed send and never expected a reply. But, he got one.

"Thank God. :)) you almost gave me a heart attack there." Newt smiled at how silly the reply was.

"You should really be asleep."

"I can't. Too much thoughts."

"What kind?"

"Well, this cute blonde guy has been drifting on my mind lately. It's annoying at times but I mostly don't mind it. :)" Newt was getting a lot sleepier that he did not even feel annoyed at the reply.

"Well, maybe he's just too sexy for you." Newt played along not wanting to reignite his energy as he was starting the feel the need for sleep.

"Yeah, he is. He so is. ;)" Newt looked at the text and wanted to jump out of excitement. He had this tingling feeling in his heart and he wanted to punch himself when he squealed a little when he read the text.

What was happening to him? He only met the guy twice. And Newt knows for a fact that he liked girls. Did he? Really? Newt got even more confused. He was pulled back from his thoughts when his phone sounded.

"I'm gonna sleep now, Newtie. I need my beauty sleep for tomorrow. See you at 10 at my place. Text you how to get here tomorrow. Get some rest too. Good night. :)"

Newt smiled like a dork at the text. Shit. Newt was screwed.