Normally I plan out every chapter so I know where I'm headed, but I decided that I should wing it for Chapter 11 and see where it goes. Btw if the last chapter was a bit confusing cause they both seem to be all over the place then I'm sorry about that. This chapter might also seem a bit confusing because Newt seems to be the complete opposite of what he normally is, but it'll be elaborated on as the story goes along.

Thomas had fallen asleep shortly after Newt had spoken. He was tired, and the rain brought a soothing and relaxing sound that lulled him to sleep. The blonde didn't say anything. Instead, he lay Thomas back down and went to lie beside the boy, wrapping the blanket around both of them as he observed Thomas' face.

So much was going through Newt's mind at that particular moment, and he was so bewildered that he suddenly didn't know what he was doing anymore. He was just doing it. He'd never felt so calm around Thomas before either, but maybe that was because he'd never let himself take the time for it. Newt rushed everything, and maybe not rushing for once, opened his eyes to a whole new picture.

It was a beautiful picture too. One that he hadn't ever expected to find. But it was right in front of him. Thomas was his beautiful picture, and he was now only seeing it when he actually looked. He'd never taken his time before to really look at Thomas. And now that he was taking his time, he didn't simply want to look away.

His eyes were shut, but Newt knew that if they opened, they'd be a beautiful brown color that shimmered with it's reflection. Newt let his eyes fall over every feature he could see. How long Thomas' dark lashes were, how his nose was shaped, how sharp his jawline was, threatening to cut through glass if it wanted to.

"You're so beautiful, Tommy." He whispered, knowing that he wouldn't get a response because Thomas was sleeping. He'd said it anyway though, because he felt the need to confirm it out loud. The older boy was breathtaking, and Newt almost felt like closing his eyes himself just so that he could focus on getting his heart beat back down to a normal pace. But it was impossible to suddenly look away.

It was odd to observe someone so close. They'd both been close to each other before, Newt had even picked him out of a huge crowd of people the first time they met where Thomas worked, but this was different. And Newt found himself liking it, which scared him. He'd always been the type that wouldn't get attached to people. Newt didn't dare it. So, now that he found himself earning a soft spot for the other, it terrified him.

He slowly took one of his hands and placed it gently onto Thomas' hip, earning no response, which he was silently thankful for. Thomas was already confused over his behavior, he was confused over his behavior himself, he didn't need to make it worse and explain what the hell he was doing. Newt didn't even know.

All he did was move closer to the boy, the others body heat heating him up as soon as their chests were only a centimeter apart. His hand moved to Thomas' back, pressing himself closer as he closed his own eyes. He wasn't uncomfortable, but it was all really odd for him. So he closed his eyes, avoiding to observe Thomas even more as he fell asleep himself.

The birds chirped despite the weather not welcoming the morning in the nicest way. Thomas opened his eyes, surprised to find a set of golden brown orbs staring straight back at him. He wanted to smile, but he couldn't understand why Newt was right beside him, or why the blanket was around both of them. The blonde seemed to catch onto his look of uncertainty, and he was quick to speak, his voice raspy and low, making Thomas' knees weak.

"We didn't do anything, if that's what you're worried about." Thomas nodded, looking past Newt's shoulder as he glanced outside.

"Then why are you lying next to me?" It was only a whisper, but the blonde was close enough to hear it clearly through his ears.

"I can get up." And he was about to do so, already moving his upper body into a sitting position before Thomas reached for his arm, holding him back.

"That's not how I meant for it to sound like. Newt don't get up." So Newt didn't. He rested his head back onto the pillow as it was big enough for the both of them, and he continued looking at Thomas as Thomas looked back at him.

"Why are we staring at each other?" Newt didn't answer, he answered Thomas' first question instead.

"I'm next to you because last night I decided to lie down beside you. And I fell asleep like you did." Newt bit his lip, almost like he was uncertain when he spoke.

"Newt, why are you acting like this?" Newt wasn't an idiot, he had some idea of what Thomas meant, but he decided to play it off like he was utterly clueless.

"Like how?" Thomas sighed.

"Like why are you no longer a complete asshole that's trying to sleep with me?" Newt winced at the harsh tone directed towards him, but he answered anyway with the usual attitude he displayed.

"That's a bit harsh, wouldn't you say?" His smirk was back on his lips in seconds, but his eyes betrayed him and showed that he didn't exude his usual confidence.

"It's the truth." Thomas was right. Newt knew that he was right.

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm as confused as you are, Tommy." And that was the truth. There was no lie hidden there beneath his words when he'd spoken. And Thomas knew it just as well as Newt did.

"I just don't get it. I've known you for three or four months, and every time we've met up, we've had sex. And I know that you've had your moments where you were actually really sweet, but you and I both know that most of the time, it wasn't the case. Now I end up at the hospital one stupid time and you're suddenly a whole new person that's replaced the old. Is that really all it took? Me fainting was all it took for you to actually show some sort of feeling? For you to suddenly care?" Thomas was crying by then. The reality of the whole situation, slowly sinking in and consuming him entirely. His heart felt heavy as his hand went to wipe away the tears in his eyes.

"Tommy, I've always cared." Thomas laughed, but it held no real humor in it. It was bitter and full of sarcasm as he scoffed.

"Yea. Cause every time you had sex with me you managed to show that." Newt looked down, almost like being told what he'd been doing was making him ashamed of his actions.

"I don't think of sex that way."

"Clearly." Thomas said, his cries barely making him audible or able to speak.

"Do you want the honest truth from me? I can tell you everything that I know." Thomas looked him in the eyes, as if trying to see if he was actually serious or only joking.

"Seriously? You're suddenly gonna confess just because I'm crying?" Newt shook his head, his own tears forming in his eyes.

"No. I'm gonna tell you because I never want you to think that I don't care about you." Thomas' head snapped up, looking at him hesitantly before speaking himself.

"But you don't care about me."

"I realize how bad it looks, Tommy. And the way I act makes it seem like you don't mean anything. But if you meant nothing to me then I wouldn't be sticking around. If you meant nothing to me then I wouldn't have called you when you didn't contact me for a month. If I didn't care then I wouldn't have been so surprised to find out that you'd been in the hospital. If I didn't care then I wouldn't be having this conversation with you right now." Thomas bit his lip, he hated how truthful Newt sounded. And he hated himself for wanting to believe that the blonde wasn't being deceptive.

"Answer me one question." Newt nodded.

"Okay."

"If you care so damn much about me, why do you never show it? Why do you just use me for your desire?" The blonde shrugged, and Thomas turned his body around so that he no longer had to look at Newt.

"I don't know."

"You don't know why all you've wanted from me was my body?" He was still turned away from Newt, so he couldn't see the hurt in the blondes eyes as he wrapped his arm around Thomas ever so slowly. Thomas didn't flinch away though, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"It used to be like that. I used to just want you for that. But that quickly went away. I guess I never showed that because I was scared to show the sudden change. And then you barge in here and yell at me and I guess it snapped me out of whatever trance I was in."

"Newt, you don't make any sense." Newt smiled, turning Thomas' body around so that they were facing each other again.

"Maybe I don't. But what I'm trying to say is that me always coming across as heartless wasn't because I didn't care."

"It was your way of pushing your feelings away. Whatever feelings they were. You meant to have sex with me only, but you got emotionally invested just like I did." Newt sighed before nodding along.

"Told you that we're alike." Thomas laughed before rolling his eyes at the younger boy.

"Don't you dare go back there." Newt nodded, and he almost seemed at peace as he looked at Thomas again. It was calming.

Thomas placed a hand on Newt's cheek hesitantly, almost like he was unsure of what he was doing and if Newt would be okay with his actions. The blonde only smiled, so Thomas knew that he was allowed to touch him. It brought him quite a bit of relief, knowing that he hadn't crossed a line with him.

"I thought you hated me?" A mischievous smile made its way onto Newt's flawless face, and Thomas had to bite back a laugh.

"I do hate you. But I also said I love you." The blonde rolled his eyes, and Thomas moved closer without really realizing it as he continued to stroke his thumb along Newt's cheek.

"Who's not making any sense now?" Now it was Thomas' turn to roll his eyes, and Newt was the one that moved even closer so that their noses were touching. Thomas had thought of a response, but he no longer wanted to say it. He just wanted to feel Newt's lips on his own again. And he had the odd feeling that the blonde wanted the exact same thing.

"Are you ever gonna kiss me?" Newt blurted out, surprising both of them and taking them off guard. But Thomas was quick to regain awareness, and he brought their lips together slowly. Eventually, Newt closed the distance, their lips touching whilst exuding a warmth, leaving both of them tingling and desperate for more.

It was an unusual kiss, at least it was unusual for both of them, but it quickly became a new favorite thing. The way Newt's lips seemed to have a way of moving against Thomas' brought Thomas into his own high. And the way Thomas' lips moved against Newt's, made Newt only want to pull him closer to him. They were literally lost in each other, focusing on nothing else but kissing like everything depended on it.

It was like this one kiss was all their feelings for each other into one. Thomas' anger was shown through the roughness he let seep through when he kissed Newt. His love was shown through the passion displayed in the kiss. His sadness was shown through the gentle touch he had on Newt's cheek.

For Newt it was a little bit different because he wasn't as aware of his exact feelings like Thomas was. But what he put into the kiss betrayed what he knew and had told. He kissed Thomas with just as much passion, maybe even more passion due to the unknown fact that he loved Thomas too. His own anger was shown with the force he put into it. But it wasn't anger towards Thomas. It was anger towards himself. Which then led to his own sadness, shown through the touch on Thomas' waist.

It was a kiss that left them both completely breathless, yet yearning for more at the same time. Thomas just looked at Newt, almost surprised that Newt had it in him. And Newt looked at Thomas with just as much shock.

"Please tell me I'm not the only one of us two that doesn't know what to say." Newt let out a small laugh, shaking his head quickly afterwards.

"You're not." The silence was disturbed by Thomas' phone ringing, and both of them seemed equally annoyed as he went to reach for it in his back pocket. Newt seemed to beat him to it though, grabbing the phone whilst Thomas blushed at the contact. The blonde answered, putting it on speaker before Thomas said hello.

"You're not home yet. Got tricked again?" Minho. What a surprise.

"No. And I've never been tricked. But if you must know, I was sleeping on the couch until an hour ago. What do you want?"

"I want you home." Newt tried to refrain himself from saying something, because he knew that he'd probably make the situation worse by saying anything.

"You're not my parents. You're not even my adoptive parents. The hell do you want me home for?" The look of surprise on Newt's face made Thomas realize that neither had mentioned their parents before, and him mentioning that he had adoptive parents clearly wouldn't just slip away from the others mind any time soon.

"I want you home because spending time with Newt has never led you anywhere good." Thomas quickly put a hand over Newt's mouth when he saw that the blonde was about to respond, and he gave him a pleading look. Newt rolled his eyes but nodded, verifying that he wouldn't say anything unless Thomas let him speak.

"It's not like you can do anything if I don't come home." Minho laughed with nothing but bitterness in his tone, and Thomas had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

"Well, actually I can." Newt gave Thomas an odd look, and Thomas shrugged back in response.

"What? You gonna come over and drag me home?" There was silence at the other end for a minute, and it was almost deafening and unbearable for the two boys lying on the couch.

"No. I'm gonna call the cops on Newt and have him arrested for possession of drugs." The blondes eyes went wide, and Thomas figured that his own matched his. They were both in shock. Newt probably was because the reality of the situation hit him hard and he realized in how much danger he could be. And Thomas probably was because he was afraid for the other, and completely taken aback at the threat he'd received from his own best friend.

"You wouldn't fucking dare." Thomas hissed, his protectiveness coming back as he placed a hand on Newt's hips, almost as if the blonde would be taken from his grip at any second.

"It's the only other option I have left." Thomas looked at Newt again, and he could see that the other was close to being in tears once more. It infuriated Thomas, and never had he been so angered and disappointed in someone that was supposed to be his friend.

"Give me two hours and I'll be home." Minho agreed, and Thomas hung up before throwing the phone across the room due to his anger. Newt flinched, still frozen because of the threat that could ruin his entire life if it happened.

"Newt, you need to do something for me." The blonde looked into his eyes, and to his surprise he found tears in them just like in his own. They were both ruined from this new piece of information.

"W-what?" It broke Thomas' heart when he heard Newt whimper, but he tried not to let it show. He didn't want to make it worse.

"All the drugs you have, all the things you use, everything, you need to give them to me. Because I'm not gonna risk the police showing up here and looking through your place before finding what Minho told them was here." Newt gaped at him, and his heart jumped slightly in his chest at the kindness. And the fact that he wasn't hesitating either made the whole gesture even sweeter.

"I can't just stop dealing drugs, Tommy. It's how I manage to keep this apartment for the most part." Thomas sighed, thinking again before he came to a conclusion.

"I'll help you." Newt shook his head quickly when he realized how serious his words were.

"I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not. I want to. You'll give me everything you have and I'll take it home to mine. Minho would never suspect me. And I don't think he'd ever call the cops on me. Your stuff is safer there. Whenever you need it you can tell me and I'll bring it to the strip club or anywhere."

"You'd do that?" Thomas got up, instantly missing the warmth that the blanket and Newt's body had brought him.

"Yea. I would. And I will." Newt got up too, stretching his limbs while his shirt went up a little, leaving Thomas blushing and looking out the balcony door again.

"I have a duffel bag. We'll go through every room and look through everything and pack what we find in the bag. I'll bring you to yours then." Thomas nodded.

"And I'll sneak you inside so that we can decided on a place and where to put what."

"You're crazy." But Newt couldn't fight the smile that made its way onto his face. This was a whole new scenario for the two of them, and the fact that it was so different made them enjoy each others company even more than before. They had something different to do now.

"I might be crazy but you secretly like it. Where do we start?" Newt made a hand gesture, indicating that his room should go first. So that's where they headed, and Newt quickly walked to the corner of the room where in fact, a black duffel bag was sprawled on the floor.

They got started then, rummaging through drawers and about everywhere else in the room just to see if there was anything lying around. Newt knew where he usually kept his stuff, but they were both equally paranoid that something may've been misplaced and would be somewhere else. So, they looked through everything.

They were done with his room after twenty minutes, and the bag was now half full with all types of things, half of which Thomas didn't recognize. But he didn't care that he didn't recognize it. If Newt had a reason to put it there, then he would take it.

Newt grabbed onto Thomas' hand, running into the bathroom across from his bedroom with Thomas right behind him. They shared a look, quickly dispersing and rummaging through the little space that the bathroom had. Thomas found a small box under the sink with paper to roll up a joint with, and he knew that it wasn't a drug itself, but he took it with him anyway. He didn't want to risk anything. They didn't take as long in the bathroom, and they placed what they had in the bag before going into the kitchen that was joint with the living room.

Another half an hour passed, and they had now spent an entire hour going through every last piece of furniture before putting what they could find in the now filled duffel bag. They were exhausted by the end of it, but they had no time to rest because Thomas knew that he only had fifty minutes left before the promised time that he would be back home. If Minho hadn't been joking, then he'd be calling the cops in less than an hour. Neither Newt nor Thomas could have that happening.

After briefly looking through everything once more, they left the apartment with the bag placed on Thomas' left shoulder. The atmosphere was tense enough to cut through with a knife, and neither of them said anything as they walked over to Newt's car and got inside.

"How are you gonna get me inside the apartment?" Thomas thought for a minute, quickly deciding on the easiest way.

"I'll go in first while you hide. I'll leave the door ajar while I distract Minho in the kitchen so that you can walk in. Don't close the door in case he'll hear it. I can do that myself. You have to be quick because the kitchen can be seen right through the front door which means that he could easily spot you. I'll have him turned away from the door just in case."

"And how am I supposed to know which room is yours?"

"My room has a Blink-182 poster on it. It's the one closest to the balcony. You'll know." Newt laughed, and Thomas glared playfully towards him.

"Blink-182?"

"Are you judging? Because to be perfectly honest I don't like them that much anymore."

"I'm not. I think the poster thing is cute." Thomas looked out the window as soon as he saw the blush form on his cheeks. Newt seemed to notice, because there was a barely there smirk displayed.

"Do you really?" Thomas said after being silent, and all Newt did was nod as they arrived in front of Thomas' shared place.

They took the elevator up to the right floor, and Newt followed after Thomas until Thomas told him to stay, almost as if he were a dog. Newt had laughed silently but agreed as he stayed behind with his bag. Thomas disappeared around the corner, Newt watching like a tiger waiting for the perfect moment to catch it's prey.

Thomas unlocked the door, and as soon as he stepped inside, Minho and Ash ran over to him as if he'd been gone for years, not a day. He left the door slightly open like he'd said he would, and then he walked over to the kitchen and made sure that the two followed behind without looking at the door.

"You made it five minutes before your two hours would've been up." Thomas rolled his eyes, something he seemed to be doing a lot at the moment.

"I'm here now. Stop complaining. It's not like you gave me a choice. You know I never thought you'd act like such a bitch and threaten the cops on my friend." It almost felt wrong to label Newt as a friend the moment he said it, but he couldn't take it back anymore and change it. Besides, he didn't know what he would change it to. They weren't dating, and friends with benefits seemed like a horrible way to put it.

"I wanted you away from there. Clearly it worked or you wouldn't be here."

"Clearly I care enough about him to make sure he doesn't go to jail because of you." Ash was watching both of them with curious eyes, staying out of the argument as best as she could. Thomas looked behind Minho just as he saw the blonde sneak inside, and so he turned back to the boy in front of him so that he wouldn't raise any suspicion and have the two of them look behind him. When Newt was behind the wall in the hallway, he relaxed a little before changing positions so that Ash and Minho wouldn't be able to look into the living room, which led to the bedroom where the blonde had to go.

"Didn't you tell me that you don't care anymore a month ago or whenever it was?" Minho questioned while Thomas would look at his bedroom door every now and then so that he could see if Newt had slipped inside or not.

"I did. But I really don't know anything anymore. I'll figure it out." And then the girl stepped in.

"Something tells me that you have it figured out but you haven't told us." Thomas only shrugged, looking down at Ash with eyes as cold as the weather when snow fell.

"I really don't know everything. And you know exactly what I know. And Newt knows the exact same thing." They stayed quiet for a bit, watching each other back and forth while Thomas saw Newt sneaking into his room, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Wait, you're telling me that Newt knows that you love him?" Ash asked, looking at him with actual curiosity and interest.

"I may've told him at one point." He said it as if it was a simple statement he'd confessed to when it was actually a lot more than that.

"What'd he say?" Minho listened in, trying to heighten his sense of hearing while Thomas thought about lying or telling the truth. Lying wouldn't hurt.

"He kissed me. That was it." Thomas feigned nonchalance, aware of the two still looking at him like hawks.

"You're telling me that the jackass that gave me a bruise on my chin and the one that's had sex with you countless times, now kissed you? Just a kiss?" Thomas nodded, blushing slightly at the thought that that could've been it. But Newt just had to keep talking. He didn't love Thomas.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"Ehrm, yea." Ash butted in, interrupting before Minho could speak again.

"That's what happened. Believe it or don't. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna head to my room because I want to rest." So, Thomas pushed past them without another glance, shutting the front door quickly whilst pretending to be surprised that it had still been open.

He went into his room, practically running inside as he shut the door. It may not have been the smartest thing when he wanted to act as normal as possible, but he couldn't change it now. Thomas turned to face his room and saw Newt sitting on his bed with a smirk on his lips and a playfulness in his eyes that Thomas had to glare at.

"What?" Newt shrugged, but his smile didn't fade as he got up with his bag in his hand.

"They don't believe you."

"And that's funny because?" Thomas asked as he walked closer to Newt, taking the bag from him before moving away slightly.

"Because we could prove them wrong." The blonde stated, moving closer to Thomas again.

"You are not going out there. It's too risky with what we're doing here." His words were harsh, but he knew that it would be the only way for Newt to somehow listen. Newt sighed, nodding before sitting back on the bed.

"Where do we hide it?"

"Well, I've always learnt that the best hiding places are the ones in plain sight." The blonde sighed, letting his body collide with the mattress under him as he watched Thomas stand there and look around.

"That is the worst way to hide things, Tommy." Thomas chuckled, going over to his bed as well.

"Get off the mattress." Newt pouted, and Thomas had to refrain himself before he'd try kissing it away.

"Kicking me off?"

"Do you want me to hide your things or not?" The blonde got up whilst Thomas started to throw his blanket and pillows onto the floor.

"The hell are you up to?" Thomas gave him a smile, chuckling lowly as he placed the bag onto the floor.

"My mattress is made in a way that theres space in the middle underneath. It'll fit things there and Minho and Ash would never care to look there. Who lifts a mattress to find things?" Newt nodded, seemingly impressed with Thomas' way of thinking.

"And it's in plain sight like you said."

"Exactly. Help me lift?" Newt went over to one end of the bed, Thomas going to the other corner as they both gripped onto the wood panel on the side of the mattress. The blonde gave a countdown from three, and they both lifted it simultaneously with the strength they could muster.

Thomas reached for the bag beside him with his left hand, eventually getting a hold of it before carefully placing it under the mattress in the middle. His right arm started to ache at the added weight, but it wasn't completely unbearable for him.

"Is that good enough?" Newt looked at him again, smiling slightly at the boy.

"It's great. Can we please let go now? I feel like dying." Thomas agreed, and they carefully let the mattress fall back into place before they both collided onto the bed from exhaustion. It had been a lot heavier than either had expected, and it took a lot more energy from both of them than they'd originally thought it would.

A knock from the door cut them out of their thoughts, and they looked at each other with scared eyes before Thomas did the only thing he could think off. He pushed Newt off the bed so that he fell onto the floor that Minho or Ash couldn't see from the door. Thomas could hear the blonde hiss in pain, and he prayed that he hadn't hurt him too bad.

"Since when do you knock?" A laugh was heard, followed by the door opening before Minho stood there.

"Thought I heard voices. Talking to yourself?" Thomas looked around the room, as if pretending to be looking for someone else.

"Not like I have anyone else in here to talk to." He finally said, looking back at the boy by the doorframe before sighing.

"I talk to myself sometimes, okay? I'm the only one that can understand myself at times. And it's easier to share things out loud with yourself than someone else even if you trust them." He tried to fake sadness, despite being neutral about the lie he was telling right to his friend. Minho seemed to believe him though, nodding along before giving him a barely there smile.

"Okay. Ash wants to order Chinese tonight by the way. Want something specific?" Thomas shrugged before shaking his head. He couldn't really think of the menu at the top of his head.

"Just anything that has a lot of meat but no vegetables cause having to pick them all out is annoying." Minho gave him a strange look before agreeing and shutting the door again. Thomas let out a sigh of relief before looking down at Newt that was still sprawled out on the floor.

"Bloody hell Tommy. Give a guy a warning next time. Fuck my hipbone." Thomas bit his lip anxiously, an apologetic look making it's way onto his face as he looked down at the blonde.

"Wait here."

"Yea, cause I can move now." Thomas shook his head as a laugh escaped his lips, and Newt smiled at him despite his side hurting as if it had been stabbed with a dagger.

Thomas got up and rushed into the kitchen, and he was grateful when he saw Minho busy on the phone and Ash reading on the balcony. He could avoid being questioned as to why he needed an ice pack. When he finally found one, he shut the freezer quickly before rushing back to where he'd come from, closing the door before he walked over to the blonde on the ground.

Thomas knelt down at Newt's side, and he hated himself even more when the blonde winced from the pain that Thomas had caused.

"I'm so sorry. I panicked. He couldn't see you. God, I'm such an idiot." Thomas went on, lifting Newt's shirt carefully before placing the ice pack onto his exposed hipbone.

"It's fine, Tommy. I just landed badly. I'll be okay." He gritted his teeth as the cold came in contact with his skin, and Thomas knew that Newt was lying about how badly it really hurt. He wasn't fine.

Thomas reached for Newt's hand, holding it as it rested on the blondes stomach while Thomas held the ice pack with his other hand. They stayed like that for a few minutes, their hands laced together while Thomas tried to calm the bruising of the others skin. Newt would hiss in pain every now and then, but most of the time he'd just look at the ceiling and try to calm his breathing. But the pain shooting through his body prevented that from happening.

"I'll lay you down on my bed."

"And push me off when Minho walks in again? No thanks. I'd rather stay on the floor." Thomas groaned, realizing that Newt would be a lot more stubborn and uncooperative than he would've liked.

"I'm not gonna push you again. If he walks in then I guess I'll have to lie about when you showed up and why." The blonde sighed before shaking his head again.

"And then he'll call the cops and have me arrested. Wow, I totally do not see any flaw in this plan whatsoever. Nope. None."

"Please Newt. You're in pain and lying on the floor is not gonna do you any good. I'll be out of here in ten minutes anyway for dinner and I can save you some and sneak it in here. I'll make sure Minho and Ash don't walk in here. Just please." The blonde laughed lightly and Thomas looked at him as if waiting for the blonde to explain whatever was so funny.

"Since when do we work so well together?"

"Maybe not having sex on your mind all the time actually helps having a good relationship with someone." Thomas meant for it to be a serious statement, but he couldn't help the laugh that escaped before he heard the doorbell ring, indicating that the food had gotten here.

Without another word, he lifted Newt up and onto his bed before throwing the pillows next to Newt so that he could place them wherever he desired. The last thing he got was the blanket, putting it over Newt before giving the blonde the ice pack.

"I feel like we've been in this situation before." Newt muttered, and Thomas smiled down at him lovingly before going over to his door and turning the lights off.

"We have. You've wrapped me up in a blanket too." They gave each other a genuine smile before Newt shuffled around to lie on his good side. Thomas walked out of the room then, letting the other boy sleep peacefully if he wanted to.

"Took you long enough. Dinners on your plate." Minho said as he filled up a glass with milk from the fridge, and Thomas went to sit besides Ash on one of the barstools by the kitchen island.

"Sorry. I was resting." Minho stayed quiet before he went to sit on the other side of the girl, leaving her in the middle as she played with her food, taking a bite eventually.

It was utterly silent as they ate, something that neither three were used to as they'd always talk and banter during their times eating together. But now it was eerily silent as they finished their plates, Thomas leaving some left on his in case Newt decided that he was hungry. It was still weird to suddenly get along with the other so well, but he decided to go along with it until something came up that told him not to trust Newt.

"I'm gonna go shower." Ash got up, putting her plate in the sink before she walked to the bathroom, locking the door behind her whilst Minho looked at Thomas.

"You gonna sleep?" Thomas shrugged before glancing at the clock that was to his right.

"It's only six. Might just lie down for a bit. You?" Thomas waited for a reply as he got up to put his remaining left overs into a smaller bowl to take to the younger boy, grabbing chopsticks from the drawers beneath him.

"I'm gonna make sure Ash is okay." Thomas turned back to Minho, giving him an odd look before he spoke.

"She's showering."

"I meant after she's showered you idiot." Thomas nodded before he went to his bedroom with his bowl of food. He already had water in his room, so he wouldn't need to get that.

He was glad that Minho didn't question why he took the rest of his food to his room, and he was happy to find Newt's eyes staring back at his own when he walked in.

"Brought you a bit of dinner." Thomas turned on the light placed on his nightstand, and Newt smiled as he slowly sat up as best as he could. The other sat besides the blonde, putting the blanket over his legs as well before he handed the bowl to Newt.

"You didn't have to save some of your dinner for me, Tommy." The blonde took the food gratefully despite saying that Thomas didn't have to give him anything, and he started eating with the chopsticks he'd been provided with as Thomas rested his upper body against the headboard.

"You're trapped in my room. This is the least I could do." Newt giggled, and Thomas had to stop himself from laughing in response at the sound emitting from the blondes lips.

They stayed in silence for a while as Newt just ate. Thomas had lied down by then, thinking about nothing in particular whilst the blonde finished his food, placing the bowl on the ground before lying down next to Thomas again.

"Question." The blonde said, and Thomas nodded along for him to continue.

"What the hell are we two doing?" Deafening silence hovered over them as Thomas thought about his answer. He hadn't thought about an exact term to describe what they were suddenly up to.

"We're partners in crime. We're nicer to each other. And I'm not holding back all of my bottled up feelings and anger." Newt bit his lip, concentrating on his fingers before looking at Thomas again.

"Partners in crime? I like that." A massive smile made it's way onto the blondes face, and he looked down as a blush crept onto his cheeks, despite the mostly dark room masking it.

"I like it too."

"So does that make us friends?" Newt was careful with his words as he asked, but Thomas was quick to shake his head.

"We can't be friends."

"Why not?" Thomas sighed, closing his eyes to avoid looking into Newt's. They made him feel weak and vulnerable, and he couldn't have that now.

"Because I don't want to be in love with my friend." The blonde nodded, but Thomas couldn't see it as his eyes were still closed.

Suddenly Thomas felt a pair of cold, chapped lips on his own, and his heart immediately skipped a beat as his body heated up. He responded instantly as it was almost automatic, and he felt an arm around his waist as he was being pressed up against Newt.

Thomas pulled away first, but Newt didn't seem to mind much as he rested his head on Thomas' pillow again.

"What was that?"

"It was my response to your I love you." Thomas was about to ask what he meant. He wasn't sure if Newt was saying that he loved him back or that he'd simply wanted to kiss him. But before he could ask, the blonde was already asleep. His eyes were shut and his face was morphed into a blank expression, so Thomas let him be.

He soon fell asleep himself, Newt's arm still around him as the blondes heartbeat through his chest brought Thomas into a peaceful slumber.

Small Note: I love how the one chapter I don't plan ends up being fourteen pages like wtf. But it had a lot more Newtmas in it than the usual sex thing so I like it. Now excuse me while I cry over being promised more Stydia in the episode and not getting it. And can we talk about how well that song fits to this... Damn Nickelback.