A/N: I'm back! :D Okay, I never really left, just decided to work on other things, but I'm now determined to finish up this story! So without any further delays, here is chapter 4!
"Is all of this really necessary?" Newt asked from outside the fitting room.
"Um, yes!" Teresa scolded for the millionth time today. "Everything needs to be perfect!"
"This isn't prom!" Newt defended. "Or your wedding day." he mumbled under his breath.
"Hey!" Teresa scolded as she exited out of her fitting room, wearing yet another extravagant and brightly colored dress. "I heard that!"
Newt rolled his eyes. It was a Saturday Afternoon and the two friends where out shopping for the dress. Newt reassured Teresa that he didn't need anything. He already had a dress shirt picked out and a pair of black jeans.
Teresa was not amused.
"Do you like it or not?!" she huffed in annoyance.
"It looks like the same dress you tried on before. And the one you tried on ten minutes ago. And the one you tried on over an hour and a half ago!"
Teresa sighed, throwing her arms up in the air as she turned back around to enter back into the dressing room. "Why do I even try! Ugh, men!"
"I am highly offended." Newt said sarcastically. "You know, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I automatically have this awesome sense of fashion."
Teresa laughed. "I figured I'd have better luck with you here rather than Thomas. Where is he anyways?"
Newt shrugged before realizing she can't actually see him. "Off somewhere with the guys from the track team. Think they went to the movies or something."
"Hmm." was her only reply before she exited out of her stall again. "Can you zip me up again? I hate these types of dresses!" she said as she fumbled around with her arms twisting behind her back.
Newt turned Teresa around and helped her zip up before leading her towards a mirror. "OOHH, I like this one!"
Newt was surprised, but he was happy with the change. This dress was a lot simpler than all the other ones she had been trying on. This one was a pretty, light blue color that complemented her eyes well. It was long and flowing, reaching down to the floor, and the top half was covered in pretty silver jewels.
"I like it." Newt commented with a satisfied smile. "Now buy it before I lose my mind!"
Teresa laughed. "Sure thing. Now we can move on to shoes!"
Newt's smile faded into a look of pure horror.
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"I am never going shopping with you again!" Newt complained, carrying way too many bags up the front steps of Teresa's house.
"Oh stop being such a whiny baby and move out my way!" she said as she opened up her door and walked inside, carrying just as many bags.
The two stalked up the stairs and proceeded to walk into Teresa's bedroom, before dumping all of their belongs on her bed and plopping down on the nice, soft, carpeted floor.
"I've never felt so exhausted in my entire life!" Newt complained.
Teresa snorted. "Try every weekend."
Newt sighed as he began sorting through the many bags for his. He only had two bags, one containing a new dress shirt and dress pants, and the other containing a new pair of shoes. Teresa's many bags on the other hand were filled to the brim with clothing, accessories, and more shoes than anyone would need in a lifetime.
"Seriously, are you going to Prom or your wedding day?" Newt asked.
Teresa just rolled her eyes as usual. "Hey, the Spring Fling is a pretty big dance too. Just because you're not into it, doesn't mean I can't be."
"I'm really excited to go." Newt confessed. "I just think you're beginning to go off the deep end."
Teresa looked down at her sea of bags and just simply shrugged. "Whatever I guess."
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"Ready for the dance?" Thomas asked with a smirk.
"Oh shut up!" Newt whined as he sat in Thomas room.
"Just wondered if Teresa made you look all nice and pretty." Thomas continued to tease.
"You try bloody shopping with that girl for hours upon hours!" Newt snapped. "Girl is insane!"
Thomas just laughed at his flustered friend. "Hey, it couldn't have been that bad."
Newt just shook his head, tired of arguing. "You had to have been there." was his only response.
Thomas only shrugged. "So what's the big plan? Am I supposed to just get down on one knee and propose?"
Newt laughed at Thomas' humor. "No! You just have to dance with me."
"And kiss you…" Thomas trailed off.
Newt rolled his eyes. "It won't be that bad."
"Easy for you to say. I, on the other hand, have never kissed a guy."
Newt frowned. "It's just like kissing a girl."
"Yeah, but...I mean- that's not...umm…."
Newt couldn't hold back his laughter. "Slim it alright? I get it."
Thomas couldn't help the blush that creeped up on his face. "Sorry, I'm…. just nervous I guess."
Newt smiled warmly at Thomas. "Don't be. It won't be weird, I promise."
Thomas couldn't help but to find himself smiling as well. He seemed to be doing that more and more now, especially around Newt. "Okay. I just hope nothing backfires."
"We'll be fine! As long as Teresa doesn't intervene anyways."
"Yeah, and no more double dates!" Thomas teased. "I don't think I'll ever forget that."
"Yeah, some first date, uh Tommy."
"Yeah, but there will be plenty more to go on." he said with a smile, before actually realizing what he had just said.
But it was too late and Newt was giving him a quizzical look. "What do you mean?"
"Uh, um that you know, we can't just break up after the dance!" Thomas quickly lied. "I'm sure we'll end up on a couple more dates before we call it quits."
Thomas mentally high fived himself for quickly thinking something up, but he could have swore he saw a quick flash of hurt pass over Newt's eyes. "Yeah…." he said trailing off. "Before we break things off." he said, sounding kind of sad, casting his eyes down at the floor.
"We'll we can't keep this going forever." Thomas said, surprised by just how sad he sounded. "Unless you really do want me to get down on one knee and propose."
Newt smiled weakly, but it was painfully obvious that it was being forced. "No need for that." he said. "Lets just get through Friday night and see what happens after that."
Thomas wanted to say more. He wanted to argue, tell him that this still probably wasn't a good idea and that they should stop while they were ahead.
But he couldn't.
All he wanted was to see Newt happy. And if this was the only way, then Thomas was going to make it happen. It didn't matter that they weren't really dating. And so what if Newt doesn't like Thomas in that way. Nobody said Thomas had feelings for Newt in the first place, so everything would work out fine.
So instead of arguing, he simply said, "Alright Newt. We'll do things your way."
But Thomas was afraid. He didn't want to go to the dance, because he knows if he goes, he'll have to kiss Newt. And he was terrified. It wasn't the fact that he was kissing Newt, his best friend, or the fact that he was going to have to kiss another guy in general. It was the afterwards that bothered him. Thomas wasn't ready. He knew if he ended up kissing Newt Friday night, all those repressed feelings would surface to the top.
Thomas wouldn't be able to deny the fact that he was falling in love with his best friend.
