It was a rainy Friday evening, and Newt was staying at his friend Thomas's house for the third sleepover of the month. The two boys were rarely seen without each other, for they had been great friends for as long as they could remember.  

 However, Newt's parents were ashamed of him because of his sexuality as well as the fact that he's gender fluid. This enraged Thomas, and was one of the many reasons why Newt would abandon his home for the brunette. Thomas and his family were gentle, kind, and understanding, unlike his more traditional family.

 "Newt?" said Thomas, interrupting the blonde boy who was staring down at the rainy street with wide eyes. "Is something wrong?"

 Newt shrugged. "I just don't like the rain, Tommy. It reminds me of terrible things to come."

 The brunette nodded, but felt a pang of sorrow for his friend. "Not if you think about it like I do."

 "Hmm?" 

 Thomas smiled, fiddling with the sweater that his mom had made him last Christmas. "Think of rain like a cleansing of the world, washing away all bad things, leaving a rainbow in its place to symbolize happiness and peace after a long war."

 The two boys stared at each other for a bit, Thomas looking over his best friend's delicate features and hair, very much wishing to run his fingers through Newt's soft, feathery blonde hair. 

 "I think that you'd be a good writer," said Newt teasingly. "Either that or you're just bloody deep at certain times, Tommy." 

 Thomas's face lit up, and he lightly elbowed Newt. "Yeah, I mean writing is pretty fun, I just wouldn't want to write huge books though."

 "You could always write fanfiction," suggested the blonde. "It's getting pretty popular now a days."

 Thomas chuckled. "Yeah, maybe. I don't see why not."

 "Tommy..."

 "Yes, Newt?"

 "Do you think that you could paint my nails?" the blonde asked hesitantly.

 "Of course! What color would you like?"

 "Grass green and silver? Would that be ok?"

 Thomas looked flabbergasted. "Newt, of course it's ok, buddy."

 The blonde glanced down at the floor awkwardly, but sent the brunette a grateful smile nevertheless. "Thanks."

 The younger boy smiled in response and strolled over to the small bag of nail polish that his younger sister had left in his bedroom a week previously. 

 "Does she have the right colors?" questioned Newt as he observed his friend searching through the pouch.

 "Yes, I think these would work, don't you?" Thomas said as he held out two nail polishes, one silver and the other green.

 "Yeah, that would work. May we sit on your bed?"

 "Yes, that would be nice," agreed Thomas as the older boy walked over to sit on his bed, holding out his hands. "So would you like to go green, silver, green, silver, or?"

 The blonde nodded, and wasn't prepared when Thomas lifted up his left hand to start polishing. His friend had the warmest hands, feeling both smooth and rough at the same time. The sudden touch resulted in Newt's heart to beat rather faster than earlier, this had been happening a lot lately around his friend, but now he knew why. Of all the time that the two boys had known each other, they had never actually held hands before, even though they have wished to during many occasions.

 A minute later, Newt's hands had gotten quite sweaty, but Thomas didn't seem to mind or notice. Instead, he hadn't said a word, too scared that he would mess up on the blonde's nails, since he kept trembling. Or maybe he was just scared that he would make a move on the older boy, like he had been wanting to for years now. It suddenly felt like the perfect time, but maybe that was only his wishful thinking.

 It seemed like an eternity once Thomas finished polishing five fingers, now picking up Newt's right hand. He thought he felt the blonde watching him closely, but he was too nervous to look. There was still a silence in the room, but Thomas wouldn't go as far to say that it was awkward. To him it felt more like a nervous tension, or a hidden secret waiting to be found, which was definitely true in his case.

 As he was closing the two nail polish lids, Thomas suddenly heard Newt's breath hitch. The brunette looked up and saw the blonde staring at his hands curiously, watching them put the polish back into the bag.

 "Do you have a hand fetish or something?" asked Thomas playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

 Newt only blushed deeply at this, and awkwardly shrugged.

 Now the boys were mere centimeters apart, and they could feel each other's warm breath on their lips. Thomas didn't feel like he had moved, but he soon found himself leaning closer to Newt, his lips closing in on he blonde's, soft warm lips. Newt moaned, which encouraged the younger teen to continue pressing their lips together, and they were soon slowly kissing each other with a passion that neither could put into words. A couple minutes later, they pulled away, and Newt sighed contently, staring at his "friend" in wonder.

 "Newt... You are very special and dear to me, would you go out with me?" pleaded Thomas with his Bambi like eyes.

 Newt's cheeks turned a shade darker, but nodded, too content to speak.

 Then Thomas devoured his new boyfriend in a nice, warm hug, smiling when the blonde hugged back just as tightly.

 "Is your mom home?" squeaked Newt.

 "No, she should be in an hour though. We're home alone."

 Newt smirked, and Thomas got the message. 

 "Well someone is going to have fun tonight," stated Thomas, grinning.

 "Good that."