"Newt, how did this hair color kit end up in our bags?" Thomas asked, holding up the box for his boyfriend to see. Newt raised one eyebrow while an internal debate took place on his face. "Don't lie either because you suck at it. Did you mean to buy it?"
"Yes?" Newt awkwardly responded. He returned to unpacking the frozen items, trying his best to ignore the questioning look he received.
"Why? Did Teresa ask you to pick it up for her? I doubt this is her kind of color, though," Thomas finally voiced. Newt sighed and awkwardly turned back to face Thomas. He buried his face into the slightly taller boy's chest and mumbled something unintelligible into the fabric of his hoodie. "Newt, you gotta talk to me and not my chest. What did you say?" The blonde blushed a violent shade of red that rivaled the outlandish color displayed on the box still in Thomas' hand.
"I thought that if I bought it, you may be willing to try it with your hair," Newt explained again. Thomas nodded in sudden understanding and took a closer look at the box. "You don't have to, of course. I just thought you'd look nice with red hair. Not that your brown isn't nice, it's just ordinary. I mean-" Newt's words were cut short by Thomas' mouth pressing tightly against his, sucking the air out of his lungs.
"You'd like to see me as a red head, I understand. But do you realize that I'll never hear the end of this for the rest of my life when everyone else gets a good look at me?" Thomas inquired. He refrained from outright turning down Newt's suggestion but the prospect of Gally forever having photographic evidence of how tight he was wrapped around Newt's finger wasn't a fantastic idea either. Brown to red was an awfully big jump to make to play off as a trick of the light when everyone came over for their Saturday night movie.
"Here's the thing, it washes out. In a couple of showers, no one will be the wiser for what you did," Newt supplied quickly. Thomas hummed in agreement as he read the directions which did support what Newt said. "I've always had a thing for being with a red head." Tomas made quick work of bounding up to the shower, all the other bags full for food still on the counter in need of putting away. Newt was more than pleased to put them away while Thomas worked on fulfilling one of his small desires.