Newt woke up to the sound of music. He felt the sun rays hit his face. He turned around only to find the bed empty. Newt turned but did not see signs of Thomas anywhere.

'Where is he?' Newt thought.

Newt yawned and got up the bed. It was 8:30 AM. He was about to enter the bathroom when he noticed something odd. There was trail of rose petals on the floor leading to the door. Newt suddenly remembered what day it was. He breathed in deeply. 'Oh god, he didn't.' Newt thought, rubbing his forehead.

He followed the trail and slowly opened the door. The trail continued to the kitchen. 'I'm gonna kill him.' Newt thought, concern on his face.

He turned to the table and there it was. A stack of pancakes and a big brown teddy bear on the chair across from it. There were balloons and a bouquet of flowers on the table. Newt approached the sight, biting his lips. The bear was holding a letter. He took it and opened it and it was a letter from Thomas.

'Happy Birthday, handsome!

If you are thinking that this was over the top then you're not ready for what I'm planning for the rest of the day. Stay safe, babe. I love you.

From your one and only sap,

Tommy.'

Newt cannot believe Thomas was planning all this! His birthday last year was fine because he was able to warn Thomas beforehand to not go overboard with it but this year, he forgot about it completely. That's why Thomas was so busy yesterday and even refused to have naughty time with Newt when they got to bed! Oh god, this was gonna be a painful day.

He sat on the chair and started eating the stack of pancakes. Hey, he was hungry and he was not going to waste a perfectly good stack of pancakes just because his pride tells him not to. He gobbled them up quickly and at the last serving of pancake, a note was there. He scrunched his eyebrows and took the note.

'Good breakfast, huh? Of course it was! Now, on your phone is an address for lunch plans. Minho and Brenda will be waiting for you there. Be there at 11. Have a good day, babe. - Tommy'

Okay, if he was not sure earlier, he was definitely sure now that Thomas was going all out for this. Instead of groaning in despair, Newt actually chuckled lightly and smiled. He never liked these kinds of surprises but this was his first time experiencing it so he had to put in a brave face. He got up and showered. After he got out, he grabbed his phone and looked at the directions. It was like how he feared, it was an expensive restaurant. Newt sighed and just cursed under his breath. Why did he even go out with someone who was awfully rich? He stood up and started rummaging his clothes. Does he even have the clothes for that?

He continued his search and finally settled at the same clothes he wore when Thomas took him to the other expensive restaurant. Once he got that prepared, he laid back down on the bed and texted Thomas.

Newt: This is all too excessive don't you think?

It took awhile before Thomas was able to reply.

Thomas: Of course! I don't want anything less for you.

Newt: Sap!

Thomas: Your one and only. ;)

Newt: Are you at work?

Thomas: Yeah, sorry I had to leave early. :(

Newt: It's okay. If I've woken up and you were here when I saw the excessive breakfast you prepared, I would have beaten you to death.

Thomas: You pain me, Noot.

Newt: Go back to work, Tommy.

Thomas: Hey, you texted me first. Not my fault you miss me so much. ;))

Newt: SHANK! Go back to work!

Thomas: Okay, Mom! See you at dinner.

Newt: Yeah Yeah. I'll show up in my pajamas.

Thomas: Whatever makes you comfy, babe.

Newt: I said go back to work!

Thomas: Sorry. I love you. :*

Newt: I love you too. Come home soon.

Thomas: Will do.

Newt threw his phone at his side and noticed he was wearing this idiotic smile. A year and a half later in their relationship, here he was, still completely smitten by Thomas. Still gave him butterflies in his stomach. Still able to make him blush and be ashamed of the brunette.

"Newton!" some girl called. Newt was not even completely inside the restaurant yet when that familiar voice called. Newt became slightly red when people stared at him.

'Damn it, Brenda.' Newt thought, hurrying his steps to join the two weirdos at their table.

"Happy Birthday, Klunk!" Minho cheered as he stood up and gave Newt a brotherly hug.

"Thanks, Min." Newt said as the boy retracted.

"Happy Birthday, Mr. Isaacs!" Brenda kissed Newt on the cheeks. Newt just smiled happily and sat back down.

After placing their order, with Brenda picking the expensive cuisines since, as she said, 'Thomas is paying'

"You're mean you know that." Newt said, scolding Brenda lightly.

"Hey, he said anything." Brenda shot her hands up and laughed. They all did.

"So, how's living together?" Newt asked the two live-in buddies.

"It's been 5 months and I still can't make him do the chores assigned to him." Brenda complained.

"Me washing your clothes is not something I am willing to do!" Minho argued which made Newt to laugh.

"It's amazing you're still alive considering Brenda's temper." Newt chuckled when Brenda shot him an evil look.

"Brenda's temper." The girl mimicked.

"So how about you? How's living with Thomas?" Minho said, putting his drink down. Before Newt can answer, Brenda interrupted.

"Yeah! Do you guys do it every night or every other night or just when you just feel like it?" Brenda leaned on the table, lowering her voice down. At least she still had some decency.

"Wha-" Newt got interrupted again.

"Is he messy?" Minho asked.

"Not-"

"As a roommate or in bed?" Brenda asked Newt but then turned to Minho, "You really got to pose your questions a little clearly so that Newt here does not get confused." Brenda said and a nodding Minho opened his mouth as a gesture of agreeing with the girl.

"Guys!" Newt said when he noticed that his friends were out of focus now.

"Sorry." They both chanted and stared back at Newt.

"Living with him had been awesome, so far. He's neat and tidy..."

"As a roommate or as a lover?" Brenda asked, completely enticed by Newt's revelations.

"Brenda!" Newt scolded, feeling the sudden heat in his cheeks.

"I want to know." Brenda squinted her eyes.

"Me too." Minho joined in, squinting his eyes too.

"You look like old people that can't see from afar." Newt chuckled, "but, as a roommate yeah, neat and tidy. As a lover..." Newt trailed off. Is he really going to tell their bed habits to his friends? Guess he had to judging from the obnoxious gin on their faces, seemingly waiting for Newt to continue the story. "...messy." Newt ended. Brenda laughed hard and Minho sighed.

"Told you they were down and dirty on bed!" Brenda cheered and held her hands on Minho.

"I thought Newt was a passionate lover!" Minho sighed in defeat and gave Brenda her 50 bucks. Newt eyes widened but he was not surprised. Knowing the two shanks for sometime now, they were bound to make a bet about Newt.

"Is he rough?" Brenda added a question. Newt thought that he already started, why not finish it?

"Y-Yeah. A little." Newt said, biting his lips from the memory of the other night. Thomas came home slightly tipsy but not drunk from a party his friend threw. Newt barely even opened the door when Thomas came on to him, kissing him aggressively and with force (not that Newt was complaining). Thomas pinned Newt down to the kitchen table where things really started to get rough and Newt was really starting to feel sorry for the neighbors that heard the lewd remarks and moaning coming from both boys.

"Wow. You're not even shy reliving the memories of sweet love making even in public, are you?" Newt came back to reality when Brenda talked again.

"Sorry. Where were we?" Newt asked, slightly flushed and slightly turn on. There was no way this birthday isn't going to end up with sex.

"You liking rough sex with Thomas." Minho said with a smug expression.

Newt just sighed and banged his head on the table. That only made his two friends chuckle.

"Does it hurt?" Brenda asked.

"Do you see me complaining?" Newt asked in return.

"OH MY GOD, YOU FREAK!" Brenda yelled, a little to loudly for Newt's liking.

"Brenda!" Newt shushed her.

"You actually like Thomas being rough on you!" Brenda said, this time in a lowered voice. Minho just smirked and Newt knew this was gonna be loooong.

Oh god, this was gonna be a painful lunch.

Newt was walking back to their apartment when doors of every rooms opened in the hallway and people that lived there stared at Newt. Newt was freaked out of course because they were smiling. Suddenly one person from each apartment approached him and gave him roses except for the people beside their apartment. Maybe they decided to not cooperate considering they were the victims of the loud noises they made when they made love. When they were done, he had 8 roses with him. He was confused but then the people started rolling the cloth with individual letters. Newt cannot really understand what was happening until the last people, the one beside theirs, opened a cloth and it said:

T C

+ 4ever

N I

Newt just groaned when he realized that the individual letters said, "I LOVE YOU", hence the 8 roses.

"I hate you." Newt said, taking a bite of the sandwich that Thomas made. They were back at their place and Newt thanked the heavens that Thomas did not plan some fancy dinner for both of them considering the surprise he experienced after the lunch.

"No, you don't." Thomas cheered and took a sip of the wine.

"Everything you did today was overly over-the-top." Newt complained, staring at Thomas.

"I just wanted to show you I love you." Thomas defended himself.

"You show me that everyday, you dork." Newt can't help but smile.

"I know." Thomas said, leaning on the table and continued eating. Newt just stared at the starving boy and biting his lip.

"You know what I really wanted today?" Newt said, feeling the rising heat of his body.

"Whut?" Thomas looked up, mouth full of food, giving Newt his puppy dog eyes that always enticed the blonde. 'Why does this man have to be so fucking adorable?!' Newt thought.

"You." Newt said, seductively? He hoped so.

"You always have me." Thomas said in chuckle when he finally gulped down the food.

"I wanted to stay with you in bed all day." Newt confessed.

"Sleep is not something that would-" Thomas started.

"Who said anything about sleeping?" Newt smirked at the brunette who looked like he was about to explode.

Silence.

"You fucking tease." Thomas whispered, running towards Newt and kissing him deeply. The rest of the evening was rather slow and sweet. They cuddled and made out on the couch for hours and then they went to bed, spooning. It was a perfect end to an otherwise over-the-too-but-sweet kind of day.