A/n: Isn't school just fun!...

Anyways, I'll save you guys my ranting. Here's a new chapter, just as I promised :)

In all honesty, Newt hated his job. Unlike Thomas, who only babysits his neighbors kids, Newt actually works at a daycare center. He used to only work weekends, but since Minho has decided to drag him along on this expensive vacation, he now works almost everyday after school. Normally, Newt could handle the kids for the most part. And maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he worked morning shifts. But school gets out around three, and of course that's when everyone gets out of school - meaning he has to watch over a bunch of cranky, obnoxious, inconsiderate little kids until their parents come to pick them up around five, six, sometimes even eight o'clock.

On this particular night, Newt didn't make it back home until a little bit after ten. On a weekend, this would be normal, sometimes he'd be home around eleven, depending on what was left to do around the center before it closed. But Newt didn't care right now, all he cared about was his nice comfy bed.

Newt had practically fallen asleep when he got a message on his phone.

Min: Heyyy

Newt groaned into his pillow. Only Minho would be up and bothering him at this time.

Newt: Go to sleep!

He got a reply almost instantaneously.

Min: What?! It's barely 10:30, R U nutz?

But Newt just rolled his eyes.

Newt: Don't you have a test or something to study for?

Newt set his phone aside and decided to try and get some sleep. Of course it was kind of hard to do when your phone keeps going off.

Min: Nah, got better things to worry about.

Min: But you should totally come over.

Min: Help me study ;)

Min: Biology ;););)

Newt scoffed as he turned his phone to silent.

Newt: I'm going to sleep now.

Newt: Try booty calling someone else.

Newt didn't have to wait for a response that time.

Min: It's not a booty call if you're my boyfriend ;)

Newt: Go. To. bed!

Newt sighed restlessly into his pillow. Just when he thought he had finally heard the last of Minho, his phone began to vibrate.

"Guess I'm not sleeping tonight." he mumbled, but then instantly regretted it when he read his message.

Min: Are you okay?

Another message binged onto his screen.

Min: Are you mad at me?

Was Newt mad at him? No. In all honesty, it had just been a long day. Newt just needed time to himself. He didn't want to have to worry about Minho and his "problems" as he liked to call them. He just wanted a good night's rest before he had to wake up and face another hectic day. Minho just didn't get that. He's all about living in the moment and constantly entertaining himself with unimportant tasks.

Newt: No. I just want to sleep Min.

Newt: It's been kind of a long day.

Newt hoped he wasn't coming off too harsh. He loved Minho - more than anything. But he could only take so much of him.

Min: Okay.

Min: Night.

And then his phone went silent.

Thomas laid on his bed, not moving an inch. It had to be near midnight, but he just couldn't fall asleep. His mind was blank, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sleep. Guess it takes more than just closing your eyes to fall asleep. Only problem was Thomas had no idea why he couldn't fall asleep. He tried to think, but he came up short.

He has a math test tomorrow, but he's well prepared for that. He's been working more. that part sucks, but he's making a lot more than he was just babysitting alone. He should have enough money for the trip by the end of October, so that's not a problem. Football practice today had been brutal, but they're making progress, and they haven't lost a game yet.

So why can't Thomas sleep?

Thomas sighed as he rolled over to check his phone - only to find nothing but his background lighting up his screen. It's a picture of him, Minho, and Newt, bunched up together in a tight hug. Thomas is in the middle, eyes squeezed shut and laughing. Newt is off to the right of him and he has his head laying on Thomas' shoulder, arms wrapped tight around his waist. He too, has his eyes closed and has a smile on his face. You can tell he's trying to contain his laughter, but he's failing miserably at it. And then to the Left of Thomas is Minho. He has one arm wrapped around Thomas' waist, meeting Newt's hand in the middle. His other hand is placed on Thomas' shoulder. Minho has his head leaning against Thomas' and he's laughing harder than the other two, mouth hanging wide open, and eyes screwed shut. You could probably see a few tears in his eye if you zoomed in close enough.

Thomas smiled fondly at the memory. It was taken a couple years ago at a summer camp they all went to. In the background is a bunch of trees and bushes, various flowers sprouting up here and there. They're standing out on a massive field, but of course in the picture, you can't really tell. He imagines Teresa must have snuck up on them and took this picture. They clearly don't know that they were caught on camera. Minho must have been making fun of them or telling some hilarious joke, Thomas can't quite remember, but he does remember that from that day on was when Thomas kind of began to develop a crush on him. Of course, this was before him and Newt had gotten together, so he only felt guilty about it because he was one of his best friends. But when Minho came to him one day about how he might be gay and have feelings for Newt, Thomas kind of felt like he had missed his opportunity. Thomas had been out as bisexual by then, but he never took into consideration that he could very well end up falling for his best friend.

Thomas shook the thought out of his head. Maybe that's why I can't sleep.

Thomas groaned as he rolled back over on his bed, facing his window. How could things get so turned around? In all honesty, he didn't think Newt was going to end up liking Minho back like that, but before he knew it, they had been deemed the cutest couple at school. They were never shy about their relationship, starting from day one. Minho wanted everyone to know that Newt was his and only his. Newt got used to it, not being too keen on having an audience's attention on him like that. But he was with Minho and he didn't want to be stuck "in the closet" longer than he had to be.

Thomas hated it. He wanted it. A relationship with someone else, out in the open for all to see. He didn't hate anyone for it. He never held a grudge, and obviously, the three remained friends. Not once has Thomas ever felt like a third wheel, or unwanted in general. Newt and Minho go out on dates of course, but they've always managed to include Thomas in the things they did outside of dating. Thomas was grateful for that. He was happy he didn't have to pick and choose who he wanted to be with. And now he's gotten used to the kisses the two share or Minho's incredibly detailed sex life.

Thomas shivered at the thought.

He really did know way too much.

And it had made him jealous at first. Incredibly jealous. But over time, he's gotten over it, and Minho and Newt never even seemed to realize his dilemma in the first place, so everything ended up turning out fine. Or at least that's what Thomas thought.

So why the hell can't I sleep?!

Since it's obvious he's not going to bed, Thomas reached for his phone again. He didn't really know what his plan was, or what he was doing until he started typing a message.

Thomas: Hey

Thomas: You awake?

Thomas figured it was a lost cause. It was well after midnight, he was probably sleep. Just when Thomas thought he wouldn't get a reply, his phone buzzed.

Newt: I am now.

And Thomas instantly regretted initiating this conversation.

Thomas: I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm texting you at 12:45 in the morning.

Thomas: You can go back to sleep if you want, I don't want anything.

Thomas got a reply back almost immediately.

Newt: No, it's okay.

Newt: What's up?

Thomas smiled at the message. Newt was willing to stay up and talk with him, even though Thomas didn't have a clue about what he wanted to say. Thomas started thinking about how to reply, obviously zoning out because his phone eventually started to buzz again.

Newt: You still there?

Thomas: Yeah. Just don't know what to say.

Newt: Well, what's got you up so late?

Thomas: Can't sleep

Newt: No, really? :P I kind of figured Tommy.

Thomas laughed, before replying - Lol, I just can't fall asleep. I've tried everything.

Newt: Sucks to be you.

Thomas: Such words of encouragement.

There was a brief pause in conversation and Thomas figured Newt must have fallen asleep on him when he was sent another text.

Newt: Just be lucky it's you who texted me, otherwise I'd be sleep.

Thomas rolled his eyes, letting out a small "huh" - What about Minho?

Newt: What about him?

That time Thomas laughed.

Newt: Lol, jk, he hasn't texted me.

Thomas: Me either, we're supposed to be hanging out tomorrow though.

Another long pause in conversation.

Newt: Cool

This time Thomas paused before texting back.

Thomas: Why don't you like talking about Minho?

This time it was Thomas who was on the verge of sleep (finally!) when his phone buzzed.

Newt: What do you mean?

Thomas: You get all defensive and change the subject. Or just act like you don't care about him.

Newt: No, I do, he's my boyfriend

Thomas: You two just seem to be fighting a lot….. :(

Newt didn't reply back after that. In fact, Thomas had actually fallen asleep, phone in hand, as he leaned over the edge of his bed, arm dangling off the side. And just as he was about to roll over off the bed in his sleep, his phone buzzed, jerking him awake.

Thomas was surprised to see the message displayed on his lock screen.

Newt: What if I like someone else?

Thomas was utterly shocked. If he thought he couldn't fall asleep before, he definitely wasn't going to fall asleep now.

Thomas: What?! Who?! Does he know?!

Newt: Tommy, calm down!

Thomas: I can't! OMG You like someone else?! Newt this is HUGE!

Newt: I shouldn't have told you….

Thomas: NO! Wait! I'm sorry.

After Thomas managed to calm down somewhat, he texted back - Please explain.

Newt: I still like Minho. It's not that simple. I want to be with him, but at the same time… I have feelings for someone else.

Thomas: Do they know?

Newt: I feel like it's obvious…

Thomas: Do you think….ya know

Thomas: They like you back?

Another long pause.

Newt: Is it wrong to say I hope so?

Thomas felt lost for a second. What has he supposed to say? Suddenly, he felt vulnerable. Newt had shared a secret of his…. maybe it was time to share one of his own?

Thomas: I don't know what to say...but...if it makes you feel better, I have a crush on someone I shouldn't have one on either.

Another pause.

Newt: Really?

Newt: You aren't just saying that, are you?

Thomas: No, of course not. I mean it.

Newt: Who?

Thomas: I can't tell you.

Newt: Tommy….

Thomas: Tell me who YOU like…

Newt: ….. I can't….

Thomas: Exactly.

Another pause followed, but Thomas felt anything but tired. He felt on edge, curious to what Newt would reply next. He hoped he wasn't falling asleep on him.

Newt: we're screwed, aren't we?

Thomas laughed at this. Not a small laugh or a simple giggle, but an outburst, one he was sure should have woken up his siblings just down the hall.

Thomas: Oh yeah. We're in some deep klunk, my friend.

"I was up all night texting Newt until like three in the morning." Thomas said, slamming his locker shut.

Minho frowned. "Newt?"

Thomas shrugged. "Yeah. I texted him around midnight - couldn't sleep. We stayed up practically all night."

"Talking about what?" Minho pushed.

Another shrug. "Anything. Everything. Mostly nonsense though." was Thomas' only reply. "I didn't mean to keep him up. Said I woke him up, but when I offered to let him sleep, he said he was fine. Although he was the one to fall asleep on me first." Thomas said that last part with a laugh.

Minho on the other hand wasn't laughing.

What has gotten into Newt?! He doesn't want to spent time with me, he doesn't want to talk to me! Always hanging around Tommy….

Minho felt bitter, hurt, and a bit of betrayal. It wasn't Thomas' fault, but he really wished he could have blamed this on him. Anyone, really. But Newt is the only one to blame, and Minho plans to talk to him about it.

"So, do you and Newt have any plans?" Minho tried to ask nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I promised him we'd hang out this weekend." Thomas says, followed by a long yawn, his lack of sleep now evident on his face.

"Sounds fun." was Minho's only reply before separating from Thomas down a different hallway to his own class.

"Sorry, I can't hang out this weekend." Newt said. "Gotta work extra hours down at the daycare center. They get super busy on weekends."

So now he's lying to me? Minho wondered as he and Newt sat in class together. "That sucks." Minho manages to get out without sounding too harsh.

"Next weekend?" Newt tried to reason, but Minho could see right through him. Next weekend would never come. He'd just find some new excuse not to hang out with Minho.

"Don't even worry about it." he choked out, this time not trying to hide the bitterness in his voice.

"You okay?" Newt asked, actually looking concerned for once.

Minho meet Newt's worried eyes with his own, cold, steely ones. "Just peachy."

A/n: Ooh, Minewt tension!

Sorry for the ending, I seem to suck at those lately. Maybe it's because I'm so tired.

Anyways, reviews are always welcomed! Hope to update soon :)