"Hey, Thomas! Great to see you again!" The barista called out when Thomas and Newt entered the coffeeshop.

"Hey, Fry!" Thomas greeted back. Fry coughed and stared at Newt and back at Thomas. Thomas was confused at first but got the message.

"Oh! Um, Newt this is Fry, the best barista in town and Fry this is Newt, my lit partner." Thomas introduced.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Newt shook the boys hand eagerly and Fry smiled at him.

"Likewise. I see you here sometimes." Fry responded. He continued cleaning the counter with his towel when he spoke again. "So, the usual, Thomas?" Fry asked.

"Yes, please!" Thomas beamed up.

"How about your friend here?" Fry turned to Newt waiting for the blonde to speak up.

"Um, I'll have what he's having. And a piece of the red velvet cake, please." Newt said shyly smiling.

"I'll serve it guys. Oh, and it's on the house!" Fry said and turned away from the two boys.

"Thanks, Fry!" Thomas yelled and turned to Newt, "C'mon." He grabbed Newt's wrists and dragged him to his favorite place to sit just outside the shop. He realized what he was doing and thought Newt might not be comfortable with it. He immediately let his hands drop and turned to Newt. "Sorry about that."

"That's fine, Thomas." Newt chuckled and sat right across from the brunette. He placed his bag down and grabbed his things to study for. Thomas watched absentmindedly as Newt was gathering his things from his bag. Newt looked up to Thomas who had his mouth open. Newt chuckled.

"You know, you staring at me feels like a constant thing. Should I be worried?" Newt spoke and it startled Thomas. Thomas sat down, feeling his cheeks burning.

"S-Sorry. I zone out sometimes." Thomas explained but it was only half-truth because he was not thinking about something else. He was thinking about the blonde in front of him.

"I noticed." Newt said, grabbing his pen and started taking notes. Newt looked up again when he still felt eyes on him. "Thomas!"

"I'm studying!" Thomas immediately said as Newt's voice startled him again. He grabbed his things and started scribbling notes. Newt just laughed lightly.

Thomas looked up again from his book and at gazed upon Newt for awhile.

"I swear to god, if you're still staring, I might have to throw pens at you." Newt said, focused on his notes and not looking at Thomas. Thomas hurriedly tried to focus on his book but it proved difficult with Newt there. Why the hell was he so curious about the blonde in front of him? How curious was he though? Thomas shook the thought out of his head and decided to focus his energy on studying for doomsday tomorrow.

"Oh, thank God!" Thomas yelled as he stretched his arms. 5 hours later, 3 refills of coffee and a half-finished eaten cake, Thomas was able to finish studying for the exams.

"JESUS BLOODY CHRIST!" Newt jumped on his seat, clutching his chest. "What is wrong with you?! Do you have any idea what time it is for you to scream like that?!" Newt complained, breathing deeply.

"Serves you right for almost killing me in the car. What time is it?" Thomas smirked at the blonde who was still shocked from the sudden outburst.

"Whatever. Are you finally done? It's already 2 in the morning." Newt looked at his phone.

"Oh, wow! What time is your exam for tomorrow?" Thomas asked, slightly worried that it was getting very very late.

"1 PM, I have 3 exams tomorrow- or rather today."

"And the rest?" Thomas asked, still stretching his body.

"5 exams for tomorrow but I'm studying in advance. This is the last book." Newt said, shifting his gaze back to the book.

"Lucky. But maybe not so lucky since tomorrow is Saturday."

"You?"

"All my exams are today. We start at 9."

"9?! Then what the hell are we still doing here?!" Newt said, closing his book and started gathering his things. Thomas chuckled as he stopped him.

"Don't worry. I don't sleep that much either way. I can sleep at 6 then wake up at 7. Trust me." Thomas assured Newt.

"Are you sure?" Newt asked.

"Yeah. I'm sure." Thomas assured again.

Newt opened his book again and started to write back in his notes. He was was so focused on his work that his eyebrows met together. The blonde looks so adorable chewing his pen while looking confused. Shit, Thomas was staring again. He gathered himself and grabbed the two empty cups in front of him.

"I'll get some more coffee." Thomas informed the blonde who gave him a slight nod, apparently enthralled to his studying. Thomas can't help but chuckle as he made his way back to the still cheery barista.

"Hey, Fry. Another refill please." He said, handing the cups to his friend who took the cups and turned around to fill it again.

"You like him, don't you?" Thomas heard Fry ask.

"Who?" Thomas asked confused but he has an idea where this was heading.

"The blonde guy you're with." Fry smirked as he handed the cups back to Thomas, filled with freshly brewed coffee.

"Oh, yeah. I like him. What's not to like?" Thomas stared at his friend curiously.

"No. I meant, like like him." Fry smirked at Thomas again.

"Great imagination, Fry." Thomas smiled and gazed at Newt for a little while before turning to Fry again.

"You're totally captivated by him!" Fry cheered, punching Thomas on his arm.

"It's not like that. And I'm straight by the way" Thomas tried to explain. "I think." He added in a whisper.

"Yeah, right. Straight, I'm sure." Fry said sarcastically.

"No, really. It's just... I'm... curious about this guy, is all." Thomas confessed.

"Of course you're curious. He's the first guy you've ever shown sexual interest to. Maybe he's a little curious about you too." Fry teased causing Thomas to slap the barista on the head.

"Idiot!" Thomas said, twirling his fingers on the cup.

"You stare at him too much. You would not want to make it that obvious if you want to admire him from afar." Fry suggested as poked Thomas.

"Shut up, Fry." Thomas mustered, as he picked up the cups again.

"Ask your boyfriend how's the coffee, yeah?" Fry added.

"I'm leaving now!" Thomas yelled before exiting through the door and back to Newt.

Newt was looking at the scenery behind him so he did not notice Thomas coming. He jumped a little when he heard Thomas. He thanked the brunette and grabbed the cup. Thomas sat back down and sipped at his coffee.

"Are you finally done?" Thomas asked, ignoring the fact that Newt was biting his lips although he can't help but stare at it.

"Yeah! Just finished. I did not understand the last topic but I can ask some of my classmates for more info later." Newt announced and took another sip of his coffee.

"Hey! Now that we're done, how about we start the lit assignment? Not finish it but maybe finish half of it?" Thomas offered. He did not really want to do it but he needed an excuse to stay with Newt for a little while longer.

"Yeah! That'll be great!" Newt said, ecstatic. He grabbed his pen and notebook and looked at Thomas, "you start." Newt demanded.

"Okay, do you have questions for me?" Thomas smiled cheerily.

"Oh, okay. When is your birthday?"

"December 7th. Yours?"

"October 28th." Newt said, taking down notes. Biting his lips once again. Thomas looked at the blonde's lips and just smiled.

'Okay, maybe I'm not that straight.' Thomas thought.

"Where do you live?" Thomas asked the blonde. Newt gave him a suspicious look before speaking.

"So you can stare at me from the outside of my own home?" Newt smirked at Thomas. Thomas was caught off guard and he had nothing to say but a mess of words not coming together. Newt chuckled, "I'm just kidding, Thomas. Jeez. It's on Scotch Subdivision." Newt smiled and licked his lips. He should really stop doing things to his lips! All Thomas wanted to do was to just stand up and rub those lips from all the torture it had gone-

'Yup, I'm definitely not straight.' Thomas concluded.

"O-okay." Thomas just stuttered. He was aware that he was blushing but he just ignored the fluttering things inside his stomach.

"You?"

"Me what?" Thomas asked, still disoriented.

"Where do you live, duh." Newt chuckled.

"Oh, um. Just ten blocks from the school. At Mapple Street. I live in a dorm." Thomas said, trying to get rid of his blush.

"Okay. Maybe we'll walk together over there sometime."

"Why?" Thomas noticed how his voice suddenly got high. Thomas hated himself. He wanted to beat himself up.

"You know, when Ms. Paige gives us more work." Newt said, uncertainty on his face.

'Great! You made it awkward, Thomas!' He mentally face palmed his face.

"Right! Of course! Sure!" Thomas laughed awkwardly.

"So, any siblings?" Newt continued.

"Yeah, Charlie Edison. But he prefers Chuck. He's younger than me." Thomas informed the blonde, "you?"

"None. Only child here." Newt raised his hands and pointed at himself. Thomas chuckled and all he can come up with in his head is 'adorable' but he shook the thought immediately. But Newt had a sister right? Sonya was it? Why was Newt saying he's an only child?

"Tell me more about yourself." Thomas spat out before he had the sanity to stop himself.

"Okay... Um, I like the colors blue and green, I like all kinds of music both crappy and icky. I like to draw..."

"Yeah! I saw your sketch!" Thomas interrupted. "Your really good."

"Thanks. Anyways, I also like poetry..."

'Of course, he does.' Thomas thought.

"And I like horror movies, no, love them." Newt ended. Thomas just nodded and took notes. "You?"

"Oh, um, I like ballads..."

"Ballads? Really?" Newt teased.

"Hey, I'm a sensitive guy!" Thomas cheered.

"Fine." Newt said, smiling at his notebook.

"I also like the colors green and red, I love my family, I like cooking even though I'm terrible at it. One time I had to make pancakes because my mom was sick, and I burnt every single one..."

"That's rich." Newt laughed.

"Yeah yeah! And, don't tell anyone this, but I like romcoms." Thomas whispered.

"Well well! You're full of surprises, aren't you?" Newt said, leaning on his chair with a surprised look.

"Yes, well, I'm amazing." Thomas boasted. Newt just raised his eyebrows at the brunette and they ended up staring at each other. Thomas really wanted to look away but somehow the blonde had some kind of hold on him. Thomas only stopped staring when Newt bit his lips again.

"You need to stop doing that." Thomas absentmindedly said.

"What?" Newt wiggled, more like jumped from his seat. Like he was freed from some sort of trance.

"Um... Y-Your eyebrows." Thomas lied, "I feel jealous cause I can't do that."

"Oh." Newt laughed nervously. Thomas saw the unease Newt was hiding. He looked at his watch and saw the time. It was already 3:10 AM. Were they talking for that long of a time now?

"Newt! It's 3 in the morning! We better go." Thomas informed, gathering his stuff and trowing them inside his bag.

"What?! Oh my God, Sonya's gonna kill me!" Newt said, hurrying and stuffing his bag with his stuff.

"Sonya?" Thomas asked already knowing their relationship.

"Oh, shut up. I can see you were eavesdropping on our conversation. You know who Sonya is. She's my sister, I just told you I'm an only child so that I can prove thet you were eavesdropping." Newt chuckled.

Thomas was startled but Newt does not seem to have any problem with how he secretly listened in on their private talk. They got up, said goodbye to Fry (giving Thomas a kissy face before pointing at Newt and him, Thomas flipped him off of course) and got to the brunette's car.

Thomas dropped Newt off at his place. He thanked Thomas for the ride and ran to the house. Thomas drove off and thought of the events that day.

WAIT! If Newt was aware that Thomas was eavesdropping the whole time then he would have known that Thomas heard it when Brenda said that Newt was smitten with Thomas! OH MY GOD! He turned all kinds of red. Did Newt know? DID HE? He then saw his phone light up beside him. He picked it up and it was from Newt.

From Isaac Newton: Good luck on your exams, Tommy. You'll do great!

Thomas smiled at the message but did not reply to it as he was still driving. He really liked Newt but was it that type of like that means more than a friend? He doesn't know yet. He had these feelings that were somewhat new to him but as of now, he was just so extremely curious about the blonde.