Newt felt the rays of the sun on his face. He was blinded by it. He stirred and stretched on the bed. He was feeing great after a good night sleep. Newt still can't believe he's still at Thomas' and he slept on his bed. He smiled like an idiot looking back.
"Morning, Newt." Newt almost fell from the bed when He got frightened by the voice. He saw that Thomas was at the other side of the bed.
"Hmmmm. Stop moving so much. It's still early." Thomas stirred on the bed and faced the other side.
"Wha- what are you doing here?" Newt asked in confusion.
"It's still my bed, right?" Thomas' voice was tired.
"Uh, you know what I mean."
"I had trouble sleeping last night and I got up to get something out of my room." Thomas started. "When I got here, you were calling my name and I just assumed it was an invitation to bed." Thomas turned to Newt with a smug look on his face.
Newt remembered that Minho told him that he was sleep talking, calling out Thomas' name. Newt blushed and he was certain that it was deep red.
"Sorry. Someone told me that I talk in my sleep." Newt said refusing to look at Thomas.
"What was I doing on your subconscious?" Thomas turned to him completely eager to hear an answer.
Newt blushed even more. This was not the best morning ever.
"I-uh. Look, the sun is out. Thank you for having me. I should really go now." Newt swayed the topic.
"Oh, no. You're not leaving here without having breakfast." Thomas jumped out of the bed, stretched and went to the kitchen.
"That's not really nece-ugh." Thomas was out of the room before Newt could decline the offer. He plopped down back to bed and groaned. He fell asleep once more.
"Get up! Sleepyhead!" Thomas woke Newt up with a cheery yell.
"5 more minutes, Mom." Newt sleepily said. Thomas chuckled at how cute Newt was being.
"C'mon, get up. Breakfast is ready." Thomas grabbed Newt out of bed and brought him to the kitchen.
Although Newt was still sleepy, he cannot deny that he was hungry as hell and Thomas was a good cook. Well, good is an understatement.
"Dig in, Newtie." Thomas sat down across from him. Newt secretly liked the nickname Thomas gave him.
They ate, shared stories, and laughed. They were having so much fun until the breakfast was over.
"Thanks, Thomas. That was one of the most delicious breakfasts I have ever eaten." Newt was so full and he was rubbing his tummy. "Oh, I'll check my phone. I may have missed messages." Newt ran down back to Thomas' bedroom.
Newt took his phone and looked at the messages. There was one from Brenda. Brenda was one of his friends from a gallery art show. They were close friends and Newt really liked her.
"Newt! There's this gallery tonight and they are going to throw an after party, wanna come? The hostess is my friend and I can get you in. You can bring Minho, or someone else. Game?" The text was sent 10 minutes ago.
Newt thought of bringing Minho but then again maybe Thomas wanted to come. That would be fun.
"Hey, Brenda. I'll be glad to go! But, I'm not bringing Minho."
"Oooo. You finally dating someone?"
Newt wanted to laugh. This situation, whatever it is, is not dating. More like a teasing party.
"It's complicated. Anyways, see you tonight."
"Spill the beans if we meet, Loser. Bye, love you."
Brenda was a good friend. She always had Newt's back whenever he need someone to talk to, aside from Minho.
Newt emerged back to the kitchen and took a seat near the sink where Thomas was washing the dishes.
"Hey, wanna go to a party tonight?" Newt asked.
"A party? You trying to get me drunk?" Thomas was still facing the dishes but Newt could see a faint smirk. Dodgy, bastard.
"Slim it, Shank." Newt rolled his eyes. "So? Are you in?"
"Hell, yeah!" Thomas threw his hands up in the air spilling bubbles from the soap everywhere.
Newt arrived at the party and it was filled with people. He was having trouble getting inside because it was difficult for him to get through the crowd. Thomas told him that he was waiting at the bar so he's going there. It took him at least 5 minutes to get from the entrance to the bar. When he arrived there, he was scanning the room for Thomas. It was kind of difficult to see because of the dim lights but he still saw Thomas. He was laughing. Was he drunk already? Newt thought. He was about to approach Thomas when he saw that he was already talking to some girl. He was mortified and annoyed. Not because the bimbo was all handsy on Thomas but because of the fact that Thomas was actually laughing at her shallow jokes. The girl then closed the distance between her and Thomas and whispered something in Thomas' ears that made him change his expression. THAT BITCH! He wanted to rip the hair out of that head of hers. He was about to storm to them when a pair of hands grabbed him towards the crowd.
"Hey!" Brenda screamed at him, which was understandable because the music was too damn loud.
"Hey! Nice to see you again!" Newt was glad to see her even though he was a little bit preoccupied with the scene the witnessed.
"Who were you about to approach back at the bar?" Brenda asked while she was dancing with the beat.
"Nothing." Newt did not want to talk about the situation here. Brenda stopped dancing as she saw Newt's face hardened.
"Outside. Now." Brenda grabbed Newt's arm and led him to a door which leads to the outside of the bar.
"Spill." Brenda demanded, crossing her arms.
"There's nothing to spill." Newt avoided her stare.
"If there is nothing to spill then your face should not be like that." Brenda was being the mother hen she always was when Newt was troubled. "Is that Thomas guy giving you a hard time?"
"How did y-"
"Minho told me that you were pining for a young gentleman. And no, I don't mind that you like boys. What surprised me is that it took you this long to actually make a move." Brenda said with an egotistical look on her face.
"I pine for no man. And I did not make the move. He kissed me, not the other way around."
"What?! HE KISSED YOU? And!? What happened?" Brenda was ecstatic and punched Newt on the arm.
"Ouch! That hurt!"
"Don't tease me here, Newt! Spill it!" Brenda basically was about to run around him because of excitement.
"Nothing happened. I stormed out. I did not like him the way he liked me." Newt did not look in Brenda's eyes again.
"And now?"
"What?"
"DO YOU LIKE HIM NOW?"
Newt was shocked at Brenda's enthusiasm.
"I swear to God, Newt! If you are holding yourself back, I will punch you square in the face! Why are you even trying to sabotage yourself? You can be quite stupid sometimes you know..." Brenda rambled on and with Newt's annoyance with the earlier scene with that bimbo, that bimbo blew his tolerance out of his head, he was getting tired and angry and he just wished that everybody he knew stopped pushing him to force himself to admit that he liked Thomas too.
"and with that boy, nonetheless. So he kissed you, what did you feel? Why do you really have to be confused so much..."
STOP.
"I mean c'mon Newt! You've been doing this to yourself and for the 2 years I've known you, you never went out with anyone..."
TALKING.
"Newt, seriously! Just let go! It's going to be fine! You don't have to be a fucking scaredy cat..."
"OKAY! OKAY! I LIKE HIM, OKAY! I WANT TO KISS HIM EVERY TIME WE ARE TOGETHER! I WANT TO BE HIS EVEN THOUGH MY BODY TELLS ME NOT TO! I WANT HIM! ALL OF HIM! AND I WAS A FUCKING IDIOT TO EVEN STORM OUT AFTER THAT KISS! I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO FORGET ABOUT THAT KISS BECAUSE I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN! OKAY? YOU HAPPY?!" Newt blew like a volcano but he felt a ton lighter. It was like a burden inside him was set free and he can now breathe deeply.
"So you do like him?" Brenda had this satisfied look on her face like she was planning this all along to get Newt to talk.
"Yeah. I do. I really do." Newt was calmer now. Being able to say the things he wanted to for days.
"So? What's the problem?"
"He's with a girl right now."
"Well, let's get your boyfriend back."
"He's not my boy-"
"Why can't you let me just have my moment? Why? Huh? Does it give you pleasure?"
"Sorry." Newt was laughing now.
"Let's just go back inside."