"You guys broke up again?" Thomas asked.

Minho shrugged. "Maybe me and Brenda just aren't compatible."

"You think?!" Thomas said. "You've been off and on for the past three months, I think you should just call it quits."

"I know." Minho said. "Besides, I think I like someone else."

"What? Really, who?" Thomas asked, getting excited.

Minho actually blushed. "Um….I can't tell you."

"What? But why?"

Minho opened his mouth to reply but then stopped. "It's nothing, nevermind."

"What?" Thomas pressed. "You can tell me anything Min."

"It's nothing." Minho said with a shake of his head. "Besides, it's kind of embarrassing. But hey, if you can figure out who it is then…..."

"It's not Teresa, it it?" Thomas joked.

"Oh yeah, like a shucking Junior is going to go out with a Freshman." Minho said, rolling his eyes.

Thomas laughed. "She's way out of your league anyways dude."

"Hey Minho! What's up Newt?" Thomas greeted the two boys at Minho's locker.

"Hey." they both greeted back. "What's going on with you?" Minho asked.

Thomas sighed. "Not much, really." he said. "Just got some homework that needs to be done. You guys?"

"More or less the same." Newt said with a shrug.

Minho just groaned against his locker. "Don't remind me."

"Hey Tommy, you should come over later today, so we can work on that chemistry project."

Thomas smiled. "Sounds great, just text me the time and I'll be there."

Newt was a great friend, whom Thomas had met earlier in the school year. He had just moved from London, and was staying here permanently. Thomas met him through English class, which they shared first period, but soon realized they shared the same schedule and became quick friends.

"Tommy?" Minho questioned.

Thomas blushed, but paid no attention to him as he continued to talk to Newt. "... yeah that sounds great Newt." Thomas said with a smile.

"Okay then Tommy, I'm off to my next class." he said, giving Thomas a goodbye hug. "Text me." was the last thing he said before he was gone.

Thomas couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.

"Tommy?" Minho repeated in shock.

Thomas cringed. "Don't call me that."

"Oh, so I, your best friend since forever, can't call you that, but Newt, your friend of, what, half a year? Gets to call you Tommy?"

Thomas' blush deepened as he stared down at the floor.

"And I wasn't calling you Tommy, I was just curious as to why Newt was calling you that, but it's quite clear it's because you don't care if he does or not."

"And why do you care Min?"

"Because I've been trying to call you that for years, and you always hated it when I, or anyone else for that matter, called you that, who have known you for way longer, and now someone you just met compared to us, is all of sudden allowed to call you that?"

"It's my name Minho!" Thomas yelled, becoming frustrated.

"It was my name first!" Minho said, slamming his fist against the locker next to him, causing Thomas to jump in surprise.

"Minho….."

"Whatever." he mumbled as he walked away.

Thomas stood alone in the hallway, stunned. "What just happened?"

"Do you like Newt?" Minho blurted out.

"What?" Thomas asked, slamming his locker shut in surprise. Thomas had been putting away notebooks and taking out new ones for his next class, all while lost in his own thoughts. Minho had apologized for his behavior the other day, and Thomas being the forgiving one, accepted the apology. So here they were now, and Minho couldn't seem to let it go.

"You heard me." he said.

Thomas sighed. "No, I don't like him. God, Min, it's just a name."

"You two spend a lot of time together…." Minho trailed on.

"What, Min, are you jealous or something?" Thomas said, more harsh than he had meant it to be.

"And what if I am Thomas!" Minho asked, clearly upset.

"Wait, what?" Thomas said, turning his full attention to Minho. "What is there for you to be jealous about?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he said. "Of you! Of Newt!" Minho was breathing hard, raking his hands through his hair. "I've tried to-I don't understand how- God Thomas, I like you, okay?"

Thomas was dead silent, mouth agape.

"I thought that maybe you knew, but clearly I was wrong." Minho said, sounding defeated. "I thought that maybe you felt the same." he said, whispering the last part.

Thomas was so lost and confused. This wasn't happening right?

He just didn't know what to say.

So….. He didn't say anything.

He kissed him.

A/n: I have a bunch more written out but I think I'm going to stop here for today :)

If you have a request of what you want me to do for this pair, let me know! I'm always open to new ideas...