P.O.V Thomas

He couldn't help but staring at the blond boy next to him. With the sun shining into the rooms his brown eyes looked like honey. Thomas felt warm all over.
It seemed like the blond was doing the same with him because both boys couldn't stop looking into each others eyes.

"Thomas could you explain to Newt what we are doing" the teacher interupts this weird moment and I had to look away from his eyes or else I would have stared for another hour.
"Yes, Miss" He answered and turned his head to Newt again. Careful that he didn't look straight into his eyes. He didn't know how but he picked up his courage again and smiled. "My Name is Thomas" he said.
"Name's Newt" the other boy said. They were silent for a few seconds before Newt began to speak again.
"Sooo, what do we have to do?"
"Oh yeah, right. We have to draw the first thing that comes into our mind when we close our eyes. Our teacher said it is all about our deepest dreams and wishes. It should excercise our immagination and so on. I guess you know how art teachers are"
In this moment the teacher brought Newt a bunch of materials like paper, pencils and rubbers.
"The first thing?" He asked her. "Yes, it can be anything you can immagine. We just started with this project this morning so you don't have to catch up on anything" she smiled and walked away again.
Newt organized all the materials he just got and I just watched him doing it. He then closed his eyes and he seemed to be deep in thought. Thomas looked at him. His face was beautiful, he thought. His hair was all tousled and Thomas really wanted to feel it under his fingers. He immagined to ruffle his hair and then he had to looks away from him. Thomas was all flustered and immediatly went completly red.
He looked at his wrist which was still a gradient between green and purple.

Thomas has felt jittery all morning and escpecialy when Minho remembered Thomas of the new student. "Rumor has it that there are two news. Twins. A girl and a boy" Minho told him excited.

And who would have guessed that the boy was in his class now.

When he looked back to Newt he was tracing light lines over his paper but his eyes were still closed. The brown haired boy leaned forward a bit to take a glance at Newts paper. He could see a person standing in the forground and some trees in the background. The most stuff was all over the place and someone might have not identified an actual person between all those lines. Thomas himself was still brainstorming on a scribbling paper. His mind was full of stuff but nothing specific. He tried again and when Thomas closed his eye, all he could see was Newt. He met him like literally 10 minutes ago but his mind was spinning all alround the blond. He kind of gave up after the fifth try without seeing anything else. How creepy would it be if he just drew the blond in an art class project?

The rest of the day Thomas kept finding himself staring at Newt. He was silent most of the time. In the next few classes he just sat beside me. Sometimes Newt would look back at him but as soon as their glances met, they'd turn away their faces. Once he saw Newt blushing and it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

He often found himself looking at his wrist. Now was the time the circle would normally turn into a bluish purrple. But it didn't happen. It stayed green all day and Thomas was so happy about it.

Even Minho noticed when they sat together at lunch. In english class Minho met Newt for the first time and you could see that he liked him from the beginng. Minho didn't leave him a choice so Newt started to talk a bit more. When Newt laughed my heart skipped a beat. It sounded wonderful.
His circle changed from green to orange every now and then and he felt the same emotions rushing through him.

Minho immediatly invited Newt to sit with them at Lunch and he agreed happily. And there they sat. They all unpacked there food containers and Thomas and Minho showed him the Microwaves and some 'important behaviour rules' to survive while using it.
"It is always so full here. Sometimes we run from class over here so we can be some of the first with warm food" Thomas admitted while laughing a little. "Good thing we are the fastest here" Minho added proudly. We all laughed and soon after our microwaves signalised that our food was ready and we headed back to our table and started eating.

Sometimes Thomas looked at Newt. He badly wanted to talk to him. So he saw his chance and took it. "So-" he began. "What do you do in you free time?" Nice Icebreaker, Thomas. You did a great job, he thought.
Newt blushed a bit and started answering. "Mh.. I like drawing I guess? I haven't drawn in a while but I just picked it up again. Oh and I like reading. And you guys?"

"Oh why didn't you draw? Well, me and Thomas we are in the Jockteam of the school." Minho answered for me.
"And I like music a lot. I'm not good at making it but I love to listen to it." Thomas added then.

"I just wasn't inspired I think. Just didn't feel like drawing. And I like music, too. My sister plays the guitar so we always have some nice live-music at home" Newt laughed.

"I guess we all have this in common. Bad at making music, but liking it." Minho raised his hand and first turned his body in Thomas direction. Thomas high-fived Minho without hesitating and then he turned to Newt. Newt seemed unsure but he gave him a high-five anyway. Then Thomas raised his hand and Newt seemed more prepared this time.

He felt like he could see the scene in 3rd-Person-view. And in Slow-mo. Their Hands almost missed each other but when they touched both boys made a weird sound and jumped in shock. Their circles started glowing in a bright pink and began to feel like burning.
"Bloody hell!"
"What the fuck!!?" They yelled.

They lifted their heads up so they could look at each other. Thomas saw again the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
"It is you." he said.
Newt continued
"My Soulmate"