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"Thomas?" Newt said as he knocked on their bedroom door the next night. He opened it and went in, closing the door again behind them. "I have to tell you something."

His best friend put his 3DS down as Newt sat down on the bed. "Of course," Thomas said gently, taking his hands.

Newt squeezed his hands gratefully and said, "Thomas, I...I think I'm in love with you."

Thomas smiled at him and Newt practically melted. "I think I'm in love with you, too, Newt."

The blond's heart swelled with happiness. "Really?" he asked, not daring to believe it.

"Really," Thomas answered, his smile widening. He caressed Newt's face gently, putting butterflies in Newt's stomach. Newt leaned against his touch, nuzzling his hand, his eyes closed. The next thing he knew, he felt a pair of warm, incredibly soft lips on his. Newt gasped silently at how good it felt and he kissed Thomas back, pressing his lips against the younger boy's. He moaned as Thomas pulled him into his strong arms, his hands up Newt's pajama shirt. Their kisses became more heated, but then Newt felt someone shaking him.

Wait, what?

"Newt," Thomas chuckled. "Wake up."

Newt groaned sleepily, lifting his head off his pillow. It took him a second to realize that his "pillow" had actually been Thomas' chest. "Oh, my God!" Newt said, scrambling away from Thomas. He could feel his face burning as he remembered his dream. It had been so vivid, he'd thought it was real. And he realized he wished it had been real. "How - how long were we like that?"

Thomas grinned. "All night."

"All night?" Newt knew he was freaking out, but he couldn't help it.

"Well, you were snuggling up against me on the lift, so I thought-" Thomas started.

"Yeah, but we're in bed," Newt said. "We were like that all night, Thomas. Do you know what that implies?"

Thomas blushed furiously. "Enlighten me."

"Something that best friends should not be doing," Newt said, and the instant he saw the look on Thomas' face, he wished he could take his words back. "Thomas-"

Thomas looked hurt. "Right, because I don't mean anything more to you than best friends. How could I forget?" Thomas said bitterly, and got out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

Newt's vision blurred with tears. He didn't want to fight with Thomas, not on their trip. Swallowing, he forced himself not to cry as he went to join the rest of his family for some breakfast. He sat down with them after getting his food and of course his mom had to notice he looked upset. "Honey, what's wrong?" she said.

"Thomas and I fought," he said, his throat tight so it was difficult to talk. He picked at his food. He didn't have much of an appetite.

"I'm so sorry, honey," she said. "What did you fight about?"

Newt blushed as red as a tomato.

"Ooooooh, someone has a cruuuuush," Mikayla singsonged, grinning at him. The blond boy just rolled his eyes at his little sister and took a bite of his muffin, forcing himself to eat so he would have energy for skiing, though he didn't want to ski without his best friend.

For the whole day, Thomas avoided Newt. Newt saw the younger boy occasionally on the slopes, but when he tried to say something to Thomas, his best friend ignored him. Newt missed Thomas so much that his heart ached. He wanted Thomas beside him and to smile at him and even laugh at him. He loved making Thomas laugh. Newt had his lesson with Minho, but couldn't get Thomas out of his mind and accidentally caused Minho to fall over once.

Newt tried talking to Thomas when it got dark and his lessons were over, but Thomas locked himself in their room. After pounding on the door and shouting "Tommy!" and "You can't shut me out forever", he went and slept on the floor of his parents and Mikayla's room.

As he was falling asleep, Mikayla whispered, "Newt, are you awake?"

"Yeah," Newt answered.

"Are you and Thomas going to be okay?" She looked down at him with worried brown eyes.

"I hope so, Mikayla." Newt felt his eyes filling with tears.

"You guys aren't breaking up, are you?" his sister asked.

The thought put a lump in Newt's throat. "No, of course not," he assured his sister. "We're just fighting right now, but we're still friends."

"Do you love him?" she asked next.

The question startled Newt. But he realized that his answer wasn't what he expected. "Yes, I love him," Newt answered.

"You guys will be okay. I know it," she said.

"Thanks, Kayla."

There was a pause for a few long moments, and just as Newt wondered if his sister was asleep, she asked, "Are you and Thomas going to get married?"

Newt couldn't help laughing. "Yes, Kayla. Oh, I forgot to run it by you - the wedding's tomorrow. You can be the bloody maid of honor." He was glad it was dark so that Mikayla couldn't see his blush.

She giggled. "Goodnight, Newt," she said.

"'Night, Kayla," he whispered back, and after a long time, Newt managed to fall asleep.

The next day went by slowly without Thomas to keep him company. Newt told Minho what happened. "I feel so bloody awful," he finished. "I didn't mean it like that."

"I know you didn't," Minho said as they went up the ski lift. "I think he's just hurt." Newt nodded, miserable. Minho's eyes widened. "You like him, don't you."

Newt blushed. "Maybe."

To his surprise, Minho looked almost disappointed. "Oh," he said. "Well, I'm happy for you. You guys'll get this sorted out and then I can tell you'll be really happy together."

Newt stared. Did Minho like him too? If so, he couldn't believe he had two guys crushing on him at once, though right now it was doing more harm than good. "What do I do?" Newt asked his friend.

"Tell him how you feel," Minho said. "Apologize to him."

"I've tried, but he keeps avoiding me."

"Well, try to get him to not avoid you," Minho suggested. "And then apologize. I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

Newt nodded.