(Flashback-Third person-Newt is nine)

It was a slow car journey for Newt and his family. Newt's anger was getting the better of him,he wanted to get home but his parents didn't seem to care. Maybe they didn't care about him at all...

"When are we gonna get home?" Newt groans.

"Soon," his mother mumbles. Her cold voice made her seem broken... Newt recognised she had been acting very different lately.

"When?" Newt snaps "Give me an exact time, you shank!"

"Newton!" His father yells "Don't you speak to your mother like that again!"

But Newt of course didn't care. He just scoffed and folded his arms,he rolled back on the seat and looked out the window as he muttered something,but to make sure his parents could hear-
"I wish you were both dead...." He let out. Stating his emotions with no regret at all.

His parents didn't say a word; it was as if the whole world had gone into complete silence. Newt then noticed his mother pull up her sleeve but on her pale white wrist were red starches. They looked like they had purposely been moulded into her wrists. Why would she do that?

Little did Newt know what those scars meant. Everything single one had a story.

(Newt POV)

I arrive home and walk immediately to the kitchen. Opening the cupboard so I can grab a bag of sweets,bread and a box of crackers. I'm quickly eating as my dad walks in...

"Newt. This is your home,not a supermarket!" He snaps.

I roll my eyes plainly "I'll pay for it."

At this point I start to walk away but his hand stops me.

"With what? Look Newt,is this what to want. To mess up your life? Your grandfathers called me and he's concerned too,"
"I was asking him about mum,"
"You can talk to me about that Newt,"
"No. I can't! You were the one who let her do it!"
"I was trying to help her!" He cries as I scoff at him. Laughing and clapping my hands sarcastically.

"Well done!" I shout "You made a big bloody help with it all didn't you!?"

"Newt... Please.." 

I just storm past him and up to my room. Slamming the door as I grab my phone and of course I knew who to call-

Tommy.

(Thomas POV)

I sit there as my phone rings. I jump up immediately to see it's Newt. A warmth but a sick feeling fills the pit of my stomach. But of course I pick up.

"Hello?"

"Tommy. It's me,"
"Oh hey-"
"Can we get away?"
"Of course Newt..."
"Great. I'll meet you by yours in a few minutes,"

He quickly hangs up and I walk and wait. Newt arrives very quickly without giving me any information where we'll be spending this time but I guess parts of me would go to hell with that boy if he wanted me to.
We keep walking until we arrive at a forest spot. I smile slowly as Newt places a picnic rug down.

"I'll start the fire," I say as I gather twigs and sticks. I had been a Scout so I obviously knew this. Unlike Newt "You gonna tell me why you called,or was it for company,"

He shrugs "Both I guess,"

I chuckle and look down as I slowly feel a hand reach out and take ahold of mine. I bite my lip gently and turn to him. Neither of us willing to let go.

"I like this," I whisper softly. Well of course I did! Thought he didn't know how I felt about him yet. Not sure whether I ever would.

"Me too," he mutters "And I don't like many things. I hate an awful lot,"
"Do you hate me?" I ask.
He bites his lip and shakes his head "I like you,Tommy. I like you a lot,"

I find confidence and press my lips to his. His hands cup my cheeks and kiss me back as I feel fireworks explode inside of me. We kissed faster like it was a movie and a million cameras were on us. Except I wanted it to be just us:Newt and Thomas. The only people in the world.

"I'm doing this to distract myself," Newt mumbles against my lips "Nothing else. No strings attached,okay?"

Part of me hated this but I had to take this opportunity. Under the moonlight this was romantic and it could and probably would be my only chance to be with Newt I'd ever get. I was not willing to ruin that chance.

"I can work with that," I say as I run my hands through his soft blonde hair. Newt continues as I have the will to pull away. Don't get me wrong I wanted this more than anything in the world,but some part of me didn't think Newt truly did. He was extremely vulnerable at this point and I didn't want to take advantage or force him into anything he didn't want or he'd regret the next day. It could ruin what little friendship we had.

"Newt," I whisper and pull him closer, pressing my forehead against his "I... Think you're amazing,"
"You.. Do?" He pants hopefully.
"Of course," I smile and squeeze his hand "I just don't think I'm ready. You understand?"
"You've never been with anyone,Tommy?"
I shake my head slowly and kiss him "We've got school tomorrow too,"

"Well," he lies me down "Sleep Tommy and when you wake up I'll be here... I'll be here for you,"
"I want that so much Newt..."
"I know," he kisses me softly as my eyes close and I fall asleep. With comfort and happiness for the first time I can remember.

{Morning}

I wake up and smile to myself as I look around...

Newt's gone.

I scramble to my feet as I see him walking away. My heart flips and I run to him

"Newt! No! Stop right there!" I yell at him. I'd never felt this angry or passionate towards someone or any situation before.

"What?" He snaps.

"Don't you dare leave me when you said you wouldn't!" I command "You promised!"

Newt shakes his head and walks off as the tears begin to fall softly down my cheeks-
"I know you Newt..." I begin "I know you're lonely. I think you need someone to want you," he just keeps walking "Well,I do want you. So be brave,and want me back."