"That movie was absolute shit." Newt said, his British accent becoming thicker, throwing his hands in frustration.
"I'm glad you thought so too. I wanna puke all of the sudden." Thomas groaned and threw a pillow on the TV.
Both of them got up and Thomas went to the bathroom. Newt wandered around the apartment. His apartment was big, like it was meant for 2 people. Thomas was neat and clean, everything was arranged properly but not too much that it makes you afraid to touch anything. The paint around the apartment was the color of light blue nearing to white. It made the room look more clean and tidy. He only really noticed it now. There were only two doors on the current room and he knew that the other one was for the bathroom that means that the other one was for Thomas' bedroom.
"So, having fun?" Thomas emerged from the bathroom while zipping his pants. Goddamn, Newt thought.
"I don't know what fun is like for you but I'm currently not doing anything." Newt answered as he mindlessly wandered around the apartment. Without warning he suddenly tripped on something and fell face down.
"Newt!" Thomas screamed and ran down towards he blonde. "Are you okay?" Thomas got close to Newt. Newt felt Thomas' warm hands on his cheek.
"I'm fine. Really." Newt rubbed his head.
"You should really tie your shoelace properly." Thomas said. Newt was confused because when he looked at his feet, both shoelaces were tied properly.
"What do you mean?" Newt asked quizzically.
"I just don't know what to do if you fell for someone else." Thomas smirked and tapped Newt's head.
Newt's heart fluttered like crazy. Beating fast and he can't calm down. Thomas, damn, why do you have to say things like that? The mantra started again (kiss me, kiss me, kiss me). They just stared at each other while Thomas was giving him his cheeky grin. If the bastard won't do it, Newt will. Was Newt sure? Does he have the courage? Won't he pass out? Newt can't take this torture anymore. JUST KISS HIM, NEWT!
"C'mon. Get up." And just like that Newt missed his chance. Thomas stood up, like a snap of a finger, the heat he felt between them vanished. Thomas offered him a hand and Newt took it, he stood up trying his hardest not to fall because of his weakened knees.
"You sure you're alright?" Thomas asked as he helped Newt to the couch.
"Y-yeah. Dandy." Newt lied. Of course he's not alright! He just had the urge to kiss Thomas! An impulse that even to him was unusual.
"I'll get ice." Thomas said and ran down the kitchen.
Newt was feeling lightheaded again. But right now all he can think of was having Thomas. He wanted their lips to be thrashed together. He wanted nothing more. It was a longing lingering inside him. Surely, Thomas wanted the same thing. Newt decided to go with his instincts even if he'll regret it later.
"Sorry I don't have much ice. Here's all I have." Thomas handed Newt a compress filled with ice. Newt took it and put it above his head. As soon as Thomas sat down, Newt was gonna do it. He's gonna make his move.
Newt can't believe that his heart was beating like crazy. He was nervous. Somehow in his head, in his now deranged head, he's thinking that Thomas is going to reject him.
Thomas neared the couch and sat down beside Newt facing the blonde. Newt was very nervous he thought he was going to pass out. Thomas was smiling at him and Newt can't take his eyes out of those lips that touched his the week before.
"You okay, Newt?" Thomas inquired, worrying that Newt might be suffering from a concussion.
"Y-Yeah. I-I'm fine. I just... um... I'm fine." Newt hated how confused he sound. It was so obvious that he was thinking of something else. This was not how he normally function. But right now, he doesn't care but can't get himself to do what he wanted to do.
"You should really lie down." Thomas grabbed one of the pillows on the couch and handed it to Newt.
"No, I'm really fine." Newt did not want the pillow or the sleep.
"Fine. What do you want to do?" Thomas inched towards Newt closing some distance between them.
Newt wanted everything that is Thomas. Right here. Right now. He wanted it but he can't say anything. He can't tell Thomas what he wanted, not after he got angry after Thomas kissed him.
"I don't know." Newt simply said.
"Well, do you want to watch another movie?" Thomas suggested.
"Yeah. That'll be good. You pick."
"Good that."
They sat on the couch once more but Newt can't really concentrate, not when he's sitting with Thomas. He looked at Thomas and he was totally engrossed on the movie. Was Thomas seriously not feeling Newt's tension? God, he was so oblivious.
Then a sound of a loud boom roared. Both of them looked at the window.
"Woah. That's a very dark sky. And it's only... 4:15." Thomas looked at his watch and then at Newt.
"4:15? Have we really been here long?" Newt wondered. "Maybe I should go now."
"Yeah. Okay. You should. You don't want that hair of yours to get wet, do you?." Thomas chuckled.
Newt got up and walked towards the front door. So much for Newt's plan for kissing session. Thomas followed closely.
"Should I walk down with you?" Thomas asked.
"No. I'll be fine. I won't get lost." Newt replied.
"Ok. Take care then, Newt. I had fun today."
"Me too. Bye, Tommy." Thomas eyes widen and he smiled dashingly. Newt's cheek flushed as he realized he just used his made up nickname.
"Bye, Newtie."
Newt walked down the aisle and wondered what could've happened if he'd done what he wanted to. He just chuckled at how stupid he made himself in there. He was like a predator, a confused predator. He was embarrassed for all the things he was thinking in there.
He got out of the building and went straight to the bus stop. There was no shelter there so he just hoped that the rain would start when he got to the bus. But, just like hope is all lost, the rain started pouring.
"Bloody great." Newt sighed and tried to cover his head with his hands that made no difference. "Where the hell is that bloody bus?!" Newt thought in confusion. The rain was pouring very hard and it took him a matter of seconds to get drenched. He wanted to scream his lungs out.
"Newt!"
Newt suddenly heard someone call out his name and he looked around. He turned his head and saw Thomas standing there with an umbrella and a smile. He came closer to Newt and offered him shelter under his umbrella.
"You are all wet." Thomas chuckled.
"Yeah. Thanks for stating the obvious."
"Let's go. You're staying until the rain stops."
"What if it stops in the morning?"
"You'll sleep in my bed if that happens." Thomas smiled at Newt.
Despite the cold, Newt felt warm and fuzzy inside. This was perfect. The two of them in close proximity, smiling at each other, under an umbrella, under the rain. Newt had butterflies. Millions of them.
