Normally I'd rant about the new Teen Wolf episode, but I literally think the same thing every week. Baby Dylan. Stiles better live. His Jeep better live. Screw Malia. STYDIA is Otp. Void Stiles. Done. However last week Dylmas were reunited and I can't right now. I messaged everyone I knew about it. Slowly converting my friend into a Newtmas shipper. And I've been watching a bunch of videos lately and I've settled that Thomas' (Newt's) hair color is a light brown. But I've already written blonde like a million times. And it looks dirty blonde sometimes so screw it. Besides maybe it really is dirty blonde and lighting just changes everything. And seriously now.... STYDIA

Thomas thought, completely unaware that Newt was looking at him in confusion as he wasn't stepping out of the car. But it was like Thomas was paralyzed, only able to think about kissing Newt in the rain. Maybe the other liked him now, as they hadn't separated straight away after they'd slept together. Sure, the situation wasn't ideal, and in a way they did separate in the sense that they weren't still lying beside each other like couples usually would. Then again, they weren't a couple. They weren't much of anything.

"Tommy? Aren't you gonna head to your apartment?" Thomas snapped out of it when Newt called him Tommy, and he looked over at the dirty blonde before smiling at him shyly.

"I guess. Thanks for driving me home." Newt smiled back at him before looking away to switch the radio station in his car.

"I owe it to you. You were almost caught with me back there." They laughed, Thomas opening the car door as he stepped out.

"I'll see you, Newt."

"Indeed you will." And then Thomas shut the door, Newt driving off less than a second after, leaving the other boy alone in the cold darkness.

He walked through the front lobby, taking the elevator to the right floor of the building before walking over to the door that he housed in. It took a minute for Thomas to find his keys, but he eventually did, turning the lock to step inside. He was quieter than usual, and maybe that's why his friends didn't hear him when he'd stepped inside. But he definitely heard them.

"Seriously! Is he that stupid to think that Newt cares about him even a little bit? They have sex and that's it. And it's only been like two weeks." Thomas could hear Ash loud and clear, and he hid behind a wall that separated the hallway from the kitchen.

"I agree that Thomas is making some bad decisions with this. But there's clearly nothing we can do."

"What do you mean nothing?! I am not gonna let this blonde bastard turn my friend into an alcoholic! Do you not see what this guy does to him? He drinks more and he's rude. What's next?"

"Alright I see your point." Thomas turned around, tears glistening in his eyes as he stepped out of the front door again, rushing outside to his car without taking another look back. His chest ached, and he felt alone as the only two people he's ever had in his life, were slowly leaving him. Or at least a part of him thought they were, and he no longer could rely on them like he'd thought. He felt vulnerable, and he felt like he couldn't share anything anymore without being brutally judged for it. Thomas refused to accept that maybe they were just looking out for him, because to him they just assumed that Newt was this horrible person without ever having met him.

Then again, maybe they did see something that he couldn't see. Newt could just as well be a demon disguised as an angel to him. Thomas was blinded, unaware of the damage being done to him as he slowly walked into a bar after parking his car. It was only around seven in the evening, but that wasn't a valid argument for him not to drink.

He nodded at the bartender as he sat down, and the other soon came over to take his order of five shots of vodka. Thomas knew that this was something that he'd probably regret in the morning, but for now he was sulking and in need of his throat to burn like his heart when it ached for Newt. And Newt wasn't even his.

Thomas would tell himself this countless times, as if that would help him feel better. Or maybe then he'd finally gain some common sense and get rid of Newt. But he couldn't. If they ever were to separate, it would probably be Newt's doing, as Thomas was too weak and powerless. He didn't have the strength to get rid of the other. And he didn't have the heart to either. That was his problem. He let Newt have too much control over him, and as far as Thomas knew, he wasn't even doing it consciously.

Taking a shot, he winced slightly when the liquid went down his throat, tingling a bit before letting it burn. He hated vodka, nevertheless reaching for the next shot glass to swallow that down too. Thomas shook his head, gesturing for the bartender to come over again as he ordered two more even though he had three left to drink.

Those three slowly went away though, including a sixth as the seventh stood in front of him. His vision seemed slightly blurred, but he didn't think that he could be that drunk when he'd only had six shots. Or could he be?

Thomas sighed, reaching for his phone in his left pocket, grabbing a hold of it before looking at the screen. No one had messaged him or called him, so he assumed that Minho and Ash hadn't heard him back at home. And Newt clearly didn't need him again. They were together only a few hours ago anyway. Then again, his mind clearly couldn't get enough of him, deciding to dial Newt's number. One call couldn't hurt.

"Tommy?" Thomas smiled, giggling at the way Newt spoke his name.

"Yes. Tommy." He could hear Newt laugh at the other end, but it quickly faded as he spoke again.

"Why are you calling me. Do you already miss me?"

"Yes." The answer was quick, but it left both of them stunned, neither knowing on what to say.

"Sorry. I think I had a bit to drink." Newt sighed, and Thomas wanted to crawl in a hole at the very thought of Newt shaking his head in disappointment.

"You're drinking? Where?" Thomas had to laugh again, biting his lip as he stared straight ahead at the liquor displayed.

"A bar." Thomas continued having a smile on his face as a chuckle left his lips, but to Newt it wasn't funny anymore. And his playful demeanor was replaced.

"Where?"

"In the city." Newt growled, and Thomas found it oddly attractive as he took his last shot.

"Thomas I'm not kidding. Where the hell are you? What bar?" Thomas' smile slowly faded, and he was slightly scared when Newt had called him by his real name.

"I-I don't know. Somewhere close to where I live. I really didn't check. Sorry." He could hear the other mumble curse words under his breath as he bit his lower lip, and Thomas winced at the possibility of Newt fuming because of him.

"I'll find you. Just stay where you are." The phone went silent after that, indicating that Newt had hung up first. Thomas thought for a few seconds, wanting another drink but deciding against it as he didn't need to make the situation worse. He'd already messed everything up today. Thomas was pretty sure that the one thing he'd done right was sleeping with Newt. And even that could've gone better if it was in an actual bedroom.

He played with his hands as he waited for the other to find him. And minutes slowly turned into a full hour. Thomas wanted to go home, standing up before stumbling because his legs couldn't balance themselves anymore. He was definitely intoxicated to some extent.

"Tommy, I told you to wait for me." Thomas turned, seeing Newt standing there with his hair drenched, a complete mess but amazing at the same time. Thomas found himself stuttering and at a loss for words, and it wasn't because of the alcohol.

"S-sorry." Newt didn't say anything, reaching for the others hand instead as he took him outside into the cold.

"W-wait. I didn't pay." The blonde shrugged, seemingly having no interest in the fact that Thomas basically just got up and left.

"Right now my job is getting you home. Not paying for you getting this fucking wasted."

"Hey, I am not that wasted. My speech isn't slurred."

"Well you're not exactly acting that bright. And you can't walk. Now where the hell is your car? I had to walk everywhere instead of taking my car cause I knew I'd have to drive you home with yours. Now I'm risking a cold for you." Thomas felt bad, looking down ashamed as he got his car keys and handed them over before nodding over to his car that was standing a bit further away.

"I'm sorry, Newt." The other didn't say another word as he continued holding Thomas' hand to give him a sense of where he was going. They finally got to his Lamborghini after ten long minutes in the rain, and Newt sat him in the passengers side before buckling his seat belt.

Thomas stayed quiet this time. He actually stayed quiet for the whole ride home with Newt. Newt had gone out in the rain with no car, walking everywhere into a bunch of bars just to find the right one that held Thomas inside. It was a sweet gesture, but it somehow didn't feel as sincere as it maybe should've felt. And that left Thomas thinking. Did Newt have some sort of motive or plan behind everything he did?

"Are you gonna let me take you up or not?" Thomas hadn't realized that Newt had parked the car, gotten out, opened his door and unbuckled his seat, and now was waiting for Thomas to move.

"Isn't this the first time we're interacting without sex?"

"Tommy this really isn't the right time to be talking about it. Am I taking you home or not?" Thomas shrugged, stepping out of the car as best as he could, but Newt still had to steady him.

"I want to talk about this."

"Not now. We can another time. Eventually. Just not when you're half drunk." Thomas scoffed as Newt locked the car, slowly taking the other boy inside the apartment complex.

"I'm perfectly capable of discussing my sex life with you. Especially since I didn't really have one before you." Newt stopped in his tracks, a sharp intake of breath audible as Thomas looked at him.

"W-what?"

"I said I didn't have much of a sex life before you." Thomas mumbled.

"Yeah I heard that. Tommy you weren't a virgin were you?" Thomas looked down, slightly ashamed at the fact that he had been. You barely would've noticed though, as Thomas worked his way around that fact. Besides, the first time he was so into Newt that it hadn't crossed his mind.

"Oh my god. Tommy why wouldn't you say anything!" The boy flinched, thinking that Newt was upset with him, and he probably was. He definitely was.

"I didn't say anything because I didn't think about it that first time. And after that I wasn't a virgin anyway so why bring it up?"

"Bloody hell! You bring it up because I took your virginity Thomas! What? You were just never gonna tell me?"

"Were you not a virgin then?" The question stunned Newt into silence, and Thomas took that as a no. Except Newt told him the opposite a second later.


"I was too." Newt looked down, a blush making it's way onto his face. Something Thomas had never really seen.

"Why is it different for me then? Now you're being slightly hypocritical." Newt couldn't respond. He was left speechless because a part of him knew that Thomas was right. He was coming across as hypocritical.

"I guess neither of us really came across as it. But why does it matter? You don't care about me. And I'm not supposed to care about you." The blonde continued to keep his mouth shut, stopping in front of Thomas' door with Thomas a few seconds later as they'd continued walking.

"You're right." Thomas smiled, but it was bitter and lacked the happiness that it would've normally portrayed. Newt returned one that was just as cold, and he started to walk away before Thomas grabbed a hold of him and kissed him.

It was a very quick kiss, and it held more anger in it than any other emotion that they felt. It was consuming them both, and they pulled away with a mutual hatred in their eyes as Thomas stepped inside of his apartment, slamming the door as Newt walked home in the rain.