"Tom."

A distinct voice was heard by Thomas and a shaking of the couch was felt. Thomas groaned at the intrusion of his very wonderful dream, well, he hopes it wasn't though. It was him and Newt, all curled up on the couch, watching stupid TV shows, lazily making out and touching each other. It was perfect. I guess the brain does have a way of making your perfect make-belief events come to life.

"Wake up, it's almost 8 PM."

He turned his head and realized it was his mom trying to wale him up. He sat up and immediately smelt the delicious dinner and he felt his stomach rumble. He looked up at her in a needy way and she just laughed, making a gesture of him to follow her. Thomas got up and stretched, thinking that it was really a bad idea to sleep on the couch.

He followed her to the kitchen and saw that the table was already set up. He sat down, right across from his mom and started digging in. The food was amazing and it made him even more hungry.

"Where's Chuck?" Thomas asked as he swallowed his first bite of the food.

"Upstairs." His mom nodded up with a smile, "He's asleep. Tomorrow's Tuesday so, school night."

Thomas nodded and continued on eating. The comfortable silence lingered for a while and Thomas was grateful for it because the food was great and talking would require him to take a second away from his food and respond. He was so hungry. Or maybe he's just upset that he's stress eating, who knows.

"I'm guessing the date didn't go well?" Thomas almost choked on the food when his mom's voice flooded the room.

"Wh-what?" Thomas choked out when he managed to get a hold of himself.

"Newt's not here, is he?" His mom asked in a small voice, his tone laced with sadness and pity. Thomas looked down and started playing with his food, appetite suddenly gone.

Newt.

"No." He whispered, his heart suddenly taking a turn for the worst.

"Oh, Tom." His mom reached out and held his other hand that was resting on the table. He looked up at her and she was smiling a sad smile. "What happened?"

Thomas hesitated. He did not really want to talk about how he screwed up and did not even realize it. He was so stupid.

"The date was great but I - uh, I did something stupid." Thomas coughed, "Remember Harriet?"

If the look on his mom's face meant to tell him yes, then it worked. She closed her eyes and nodded, her hand suddenly clutching on his, "Yes, I do."

Thomas fell silent again. His mom looked disappointed in him but he always knew that she would not judge him. He did not even tell her that he's got a thing for boys (or maybe it's only Newt) and she accepted the fact like it was there all along, waiting to be free.

"Well, when Newt and I were strolling in the park, we kinda..." Thomas swallowed, here comes the stupid part, "Bumped into each other and we talked."

Ana nodded and licked her lips. "Newt got jealous?"

"Y-Yeah." Thomas can't look at his mom. He just can't . She was basically rooting for them and Thomas was screwing everything up. It was terrible.

"Tom, look at me," Ana whispered, "Newt will come around, maybe not now but definitely sometime. Okay?"

Thomas nodded and smiled at her. He felt his eyes get watery. She was so understanding and he would never wish for anyone other than her.

They continued eating in silence when they finished talking. She sent him upstairs after dinner after she insisted that she can do the dishes.

Thomas stalked towards his bedroom. He was about to enter his room when he heard another door open. He saw Chuck coming out of his room, hair all messed up and yawning.

"Hey." Chuck said, as he squinted because of the lights.

"Hey, buddy." Thomas approached his brother, "Go back to sleep, yeah?" He nudged his brother back to his room but Chuck resisted.

"Where's Newt?" Chuck asked.

Thomas bit his lip. Chuck was too young for this kind of drama. "He's out. Go back to sleep."

"Will he be back?"

Thomas' heart clenched at the question. To Chuck, it was just a trivial question that can be answered by yes or no but for Thomas it was a still question because he does not know. He does not know if Newt was coming back to him or not. He knows it was just a misunderstanding but Newt was in a lot of pressure right now and Thomas was not making it easier. He thought it'd be good to take Newt away from the place where Minho was but clearly that plan was not working well.

"I don't know, Chuckie." Thomas smiled ay his brother who was looking up at him. Chuck's gaze averted slightly to his side but he quickly look back up and nodded and turned back to his room. "Tuck in me."

Thomas chuckled but followed nonetheless. He missed tucking Chuck in at night. It was his duty as an older brother and he liked doing it. Chuck jumped on the bed and Thomas smiled at him. He tucked the boy in and kissed him on the forehead.

"I hope he comes back." Chuck whispered. Thomas tilted his head, "Newt, I mean."

"Yeah." Thomas patted the boy's hair. "Me too, buddy."

"I like him a lot." Chuck giggled.

"Well, little man. He's kinda taken right now." Thomas chuckled again at the sentence. God, how he wished. "I like him a lot too, Chuckie."

"Good night, Tom." Chuck said as he yawned again and shifted to his side.

"Good night, Chuck." Thomas kissed his head again before heading out. He slowly closed the door and turned back for his own.

When he looked up, he jumped from the sight. Newt was there, standing. Thomas was dumbfounded. Newt's eyes were tired and it was evident that he was crying. Newt was fiddling with his fingers as he looked back at Thomas.

"Hey." Newt whispered, still aware that Thomas was frozen to the ground.

Thomas did not know what to do. He knew that the first thing that should come out of his mouth was an apology. He needed to say how bad he he felt for doing that to Newt. He knew he should say sorry for being a goddamned idiot but before he can say all those things, the blonde charged at him. At first he thought Newt was gonna punch him but then he felt a pair of lips wrap around his. It took him by surprise at first but Newt's arms wrapped around his neck was all he needed for motivation. He kissed back and his burdens suddenly vanished for a moment.

He placed his hands on Newt's hips, steadying the blonde. The kiss was soft, slow and passionate. Like all the frustrations of the afternoon was being poured all in this kiss. It was clingy but not too needy. It was perfect. Their lips moved with each other, making each of their movement fit like a puzzle. Thomas was so happy.

"I'm sorry." They both said in unison. Thomas pulled back from the kiss and gave Newt a confused look.

"What are you sorry for? I should be the one-"

"No," Newt interrupted him, "I shouldn't have acted that way. I'm sorry. I know how you feel about me and I should not have acted so jealous."

Thomas chuckled and smiled at him. The hands on Newt's hips snaked around and Thomas arms were wrapped around his hips. He pulled Newt in closer and kissed him again. His heart was fluttering a million miles per second.

"Still, I should've known better. I'm sorry" Thomas whispered against Newt's lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, Tommy."

Thomas woke up to clanking of the pans from downstairs. He groaned when feels the sunlight hit his face. His chest felt heavy as if he can't move. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw that Newt was the cause of it. The blonde was looking at him with a stupid smile on his face.

"Good morning." Newt whispered, resting his chin on Thomas' chest. Thomas smiled at him and brought his free hand up to caress the mess on top of Newt's head.

"Good morning, beautiful." Newt chuckled and hummed when Thomas scratched his head. They stayed like that for minutes, even hours, who knew. They were both so happy to be back in each other's embrace that they couldn't care less about what's happening around them.

Their little moment was over when they heard a knock on the door and Ana's head popped in. "Breakfast, lover boys." She had a smiled on her face that was so genuinely happy that Thomas can't help but smile back at her.

"We'll be right down, mom." Thomas said with a smile and his mom parted away. Thomas tried to sit up but Newt refused to let go of his waist. He chuckled at the blonde boy. "Best breakfast, Newt."

Newt growled as he nestled more into Thomas' chest. Thomas knew that they should go down now if they wanted to have breakfast with Chuck and his mom. Thomas tickled the blonde and when Newt jumped from the sudden pressure to his side, Thomas immediately jumped from the bed and made a victory dance.

"You bloody wanker." Newt whispered as he sat up and rubbed his sides. Thomas chuckled and leaned down on the bed, face inches away from Newt. The blonde blushed at the proximity.

"At least I'm only thinking of you when I do that." He whispered back and kissed Newt on the nose. "Let's go! I smell pancakes!"

Thomas grabbed the still frozen boy and dragged him downstairs. Chuck and Ana were already eating when they arrived.

"Hey! You're back!" Chuck yelled when he turned and saw Newt hot on Thomas' heels. Newt gave the boy a smile and pat on the back before sitting down beside him and Thomas on his right.

"Glad you don't mind my company, Chuck." Newt responded to the shaggy haired boy as he shoved oatmeal to his face. Thomas really needed to teach his brother some table manners but he was so damn cute that he just gets away with it. Chuck just smiled at him while chewing.

"Pancakes?" Thomas tore his eyes away from the exchange and looked at his mom.

"Yes, please!" Both boys yelled in unison and Ana just laughed a happy sound.

"Am I heavy?" Newt asked.

After some deliberation, they decided that it was better to stay indoors than go out again. They were still emotionally tired and they needed to rest for a little while longer. That's how they ended up on the couch, all cuddled up with Newt on top of Thomas, watching some cartoons.

"Nope." Thomas replied. "Just perfect."

Thomas felt Newt chuckle and he brought his hand up to Newt's hair, combing through it. Newt purred at the contact and it made Thomas' heart flutter with excitement.

Thomas knew he loved the blonde. He was not sure though when it started, may it be their first study date back at The Maze or their first party together, but he knew one thing, he was not letting him go. Seeing Newt with Minho was unbearable and he had to pretend he did not have feelings for Newt and acted okay with it. Looking back, he still amazed himself by how after almost 4 months of pining over Newt, did not manage to fuck anything up with their friendship.

Of course Newt sent him mixed signals where there are days that he hoped Newt liked him more than as a friend too and days where it was just platonic. It was confusing then but the way Newt was curled up on his chest made everything clear now.

He loved Newt. He loved Newt very much.

"I love you." Thomas whispered against Newt's hair. Newt propped his chin on Thomas shoulders and looked at him with a small smile.

"I know, Tommy." Newt drew lazy circles on his chest, "You prove it to me everyday."

Thomas smiled at that and everything was falling back to place once again. He was just so goddamn happy.

"And I love you too, you goof." Newt said as he leaned in and kissed Thomas on the lips with all the love and passion he can muster.