A/n: Hello all! I'm back with a new chapter :)
On a side note, I'm so happy it's October! I'm going to timeskip this chapter a few weeks (like two), just so I can kind of keep up with this story's timeline since it was set in September and it's now been a couple of weeks (story wise). Hope that wasn't too confusing :/
Anyways, reviews are always appreciated, I love the feedback :)
Lot's of drama in this chapter so beware, lol. Enjoy!
Thomas felt so lost these past couple of weeks. His two best friends are fighting with one another and he doesn't know what to do. He's torn and they're not making it any easier on him. Newt wants Thomas all to himself, yet Minho is always running up to him, trying to steer Thomas away from Newt. Since it's officially October, they kind of need to start doing things for their trip in less than two months.
Minus the fact that since it is now October, Thomas has a billion and one other things to worry about, such as essays due, exams coming up, and begging his teachers for extra credit. Or the fact that football season is almost over, so their coach is pushing them more than ever. Or you know, parent/teacher conferences.
That one has to be the worst.
But nonetheless, Thomas couldn't seem to focus on any of it. He just wants his two best friends to be okay again. Not that he should put off doing his homework, more like he's been working overtime. And speaking of working, that now takes up most of his weekends, not that he's complaining. Thomas hates to admit it but he's happy for the time away from Newt and Minho.
They can be too much to handle sometimes.
As Thomas sat at his desk, working on homework, the sound of the front door opening and closing with a bang caught him off guard. He assumed it was one of his siblings experiencing a bad day. That was until Minho came bursting into Thomas' room, eliciting a yelp from him as he spun around in his chair.
"Ever heard of this great thing called knocking?!" Thomas scolded.
"Slim it, will ya?" Minho scolded back.
Thomas rolled his eyes. "What's got you in such a bad mood?"
"You."
Thomas was taken back. "Me?"
Minho scoffed. "Did I stutter, slinthead?"
"Wait, what I do?" Thomas said, homework long forgotten.
"You know." Minho said, taking a seat on Thomas' bed.
"Just spit it out already Minho." Thomas replied, becoming impatient with his friends' bad attitude.
Minho continued to glare at Thomas before finally speaking up. "You're avoiding me."
"Am not-"
"Oh, save it!" Minho cut in. "I know you are. And I know you're avoiding Newt too, so spill."
"Spill what? You're the one with the problem, not me." Thomas shot back.
"That doesn't mean you get to ignore me."
"And Newt?" Thomas fired back.
"What about him?"
"It's okay to ignore him but as soon as you're no longer the center of attention, everything has to be about you?"
Minho tensed. "I'm you're best friend."
"And Newt isn't?" Thomas asked, not realizing him and Minho were now face to face, his hands balled up into fists at his sides. Minho didn't look any better.
Minho was silent. "I know you've been avoiding him." Thomas continued. "He's been trying to talk to you for weeks Minho."
He only shrugged. "He started it."
"Oh my god, what are you, Min, five?" Thomas yelled. "Get over yourself. Not everything revolves around you and your wants and your needs."
Minho opened his mouth to reply, but Thomas interrupted him. "Have you ever thought for just a moment that maybe we're avoiding you because you're so overbearing? Everything has to be about you all the time and honestly, we're all sick of it!" Thomas continued. "Maybe if you we're so conceited and arrogant, we would actually like hanging out with you."
Minho was stunned into silence, not saying a word.
"Maybe you should just go." Thomas said, almost in a whisper as he turned around and sat back down at his desk to do his homework.
When he finally heard the click of the front door closing, he let the tears flow freely.
"Are you serious?" Newt asked.
"Yeah, now he hates me." Thomas said. He sighed as he finished up his last homework assignment. "Part of me thinks I was a little too harsh with him."
"No way." Newt said over the phone. "Don't feel bad for speaking your mind. He pushed you too far."
"Yeah but…" Thomas paused. I'll never have a chance with him if all we ever do from here on out is fight with each other. Not that I want to take him away from Newt. Thomas mentally scolded himself for even thinking those thoughts.
"But what?" Newt pushed.
I still like him. "He's still my best friend."
Newt sighed. "I think we all need to have a talk."
Thomas paused, knowing he was right. "I know who to talk to." Thomas answered with a sigh.
Newt seemed to share in his despair. "It has to be done."
"Don't even think about leaving this room until you two are best friends again!" Teresa shouted.
Thomas stood next to her, arms crossed, as they stared at the closed bathroom door they trapped Minho and Newt in.
"I hate you!" They both shouted from the other side.
"See?" Teresa said, turning to face Thomas, but loud enough for the other two to hear. "They're already starting to agree with each other."
Thomas knew it was wrong but he laughed anyways.
"This is not what I had in mind Thomas!" Newt scolded, his British accent thick with anger.
"Wait, you're in on this?!" Came Minho.
"Uh, let's give these two some time alone." Teresa suggested.
Minho
"I'm not talking to you."
"Oh what are you, five?" Newt said.
"That would still make me older than you."
"You are unbelievable." Newt muttered under his breath.
"Good." Minho muttered under his breath.
Newt currently sat against the bathtub, legs tucked under his arms. Minho sat across from him, in the same position, under the bathroom sink. Neither were making eye contact with each other as they glared at opposite walls.
"I hate this." Minho finally said.
"What?" Newt asked off guard after such a long silence.
"I hate this." Minho repeated. "All of it."
"Well…" Newt paused. "You brought this on yourself."
"Me?" Minho spoke incredulously. "What about you?"
"You're the one bloody ignoring me!" Newt yelled.
"Only because you started it!" Minho retaliated.
"Only because you were smothering me!"
"Well sorry if I just wanted to spend sometime with my boyfriend." Minho said.
"You know, I have a life outside of you!"
"Yeah, with Tommy."
That seemed to have gotten to Newt. "Don't call him that." Newt growled.
"Why not?" Minho teased. "Because you own him? Well news flash Newt, Tommy isn't your boyfriend, I am!"
Well what if I want him to be? "I never said he was."
"Well stop acting like it!" Minho shouted, emotion thick in his voice.
The room returned to dead silent as the two boys stared into each other's eyes, filled with sadness, bitterness, anger, and loneliness.
"Maybe I wouldn't hang around him so much if you…." But Newt stopped. He was already playing with fire, there was no way he was going to get burned too.
"Maybe if I what?" Minho pushed.
"Nothing." Newt said.
"No. What Newt, what?" Minho pressed farther.
Newt sighed. "Maybe if you treated me the way he treats me, I wouldn't have ran away."
He said it so lowly, he almost believed that Minho didn't hear him. That those words didn't escape out of his mouth, lingering out in the air. That maybe all of this was imaginary and they weren't really stuck in their best friend's bathroom, arguing over there stagnated relationship.
"How does he treat you?" Minho asked, just above a whisper.
Newt opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. What was he supposed to say? He treats me like a boyfriend should? "He...he just...I don't know Min…"
"Do you like him?" Minho asked, sounding broken and lost.
"What?" Newt said, head snapping up, eyes wide.
"I said do you like him?"
"Min, I-"
"Just answer the question Newt!" Minho roared.
Newt flinched back. "I….no Minho."
Minho shook his head, "Newt...you don't….I get…"
"I'm not lying." Newt insisted. "I don't like him."
But Minho just shook his head. "It's okay Newt-"
"For shucks sake Minho, I'm in love with you!" Newt cried out. "I'd pick you over anyone anyday. Can't you see that?"
But Minho wasn't convinced. "How do I know that for sure?"
Newt got up and crawled over to Minho until he was sitting cross legged in front of him. "Because it's the truth." he said, reaching his hands out to cup Minho's face. "I'd choose you over and over again." he said, leaning over to kiss Minho's forehead.
Minho sighed in relief.
"Why are we fighting?" he asked after a long moment of silence.
Newt snorted. "Because you think I'm bloody in love with Tommy."
Minho laughed. "Because you bloody do." he imitated, earning a smack from Newt on the shoulder.
"Slim it, will ya?" Newt laughed. "I love him like a brother. Nothing more."
Minho tilted his gaze up at Newt. "Promise."
Newt smiled. "Promise." he said as he leaned in to connect his lips to Minho's.
It was in that moment that Newt realized he was a better liar than he ever gave himself credit for.
A/n: Only question is, what exactly did he lie about? O_o
Dun, dun DUN!
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