Couple of things before I start this chapter. First, time has lapsed a bit and they've known each other for around a month now. This won't be Thomas' first time over where Newt lives. Secondly, the things in italics are thoughts in Newt's head for the most part. It should be easy to tell if it is or isn't. If you're confused then ask and I'll answer. And also, for once I decided to dedicate a chapter of this story to someone, cause I haven't done that yet or dedicated in ages :O First dedication in this story shall go to *insert super dramatic drum roll (did I spell that right?)* LetsStartaRiot7 cause she likes Newtmas and I like Newtmas so.... Yea I'm gonna stop talking.

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"I am not going into Starbucks because you suddenly want a Frappuccino." Thomas ignored Newt's complaint and dragged him into the store anyway, against Newt's extreme protest that included pulling at Thomas' arm and trying to make a run for it.

"What is the big deal here Newt? It's just Starbucks and I want some coffee."

"It's so crowded." Newt moved closer into Thomas' side, trying to shrink away with the other covering him from anyones view, and he gripped onto Thomas' elbow whilst glancing down at the ground. "I hate crowds."

Thomas glanced down at Newt and laced their hands together, leaning down to whisper. "I know, but I'm with you and I'll make sure you're okay. I'm your superhero remember?" Newt blushed furiously and glared at the other boy, before biting his lip and glancing up at the menu.

"Shut up. When did we ever agree to that?"

"Well, I did say that I would rescue you the other day. I think that qualifies as a heroic thing a superhero would do." The blonde chuckled and shook his head.

"I don't need a superhero."

"Well maybe you just need me." Thomas smirked and the other stared at him in disbelief for a moment before once again, shaking his head.

"You wish."

"So, if I left you here right now, would you be okay?" Newt shuffled uncomfortably and glanced back at the other before letting out a long audible sigh.

"Maybe I need you a little then. But that does not make you my superhero."

"That's a shame. I would've loved to be yours." The blonde let out a scoff and went up to the register, pulling Thomas with him, waiting for the other to order while he stood there patiently.

"What would you like Newt?" Newt snapped out of whatever daze he was in and looked at the different beverages once more before answering with, "I think I'm good." Thomas sighed and ordered his own drink before paying, leading Newt to a table by the window.

"Can't we take this to go?"

"Can't you stop complaining? We'll leave when I have my drink." Newt stayed quiet and kept his head down before he could hear Thomas' name being called, who then left Newt to sit there alone while he got what he had ordered. He'd placed his hands on the table and one was suddenly laced with another, and he glanced up to see that it was in fact Thomas that had entwined their fingers, pulling the other up and out the door.

They stayed silent as Thomas pulled him along to a bridge, where he then sat on the ledge, Newt mirroring him as Thomas pulled Newt's legs up and onto his thighs.

"Can you hold this?" Newt took the iced beverage from Thomas whilst the other placed his arms around Newt's frail waist, swiftly pulling him onto Thomas' lap. The blonde blushed as his nose touched the others cheek at the close proximity of their faces. He handed the other his drink back before lightly touching Thomas' cheek with his free hand, turning him to face Newt and slowly leaning in so that their foreheads touched.

"I want you."

And then Thomas walked towards him again, Newt quickly coming to the realization that everything he thought was real a moment ago was only a figment of his imagination. Thomas had only just gotten here and stopped when he'd reached the blonde, giving him a smile that was so breathtaking that Newt thought he'd stopped breathing. Then he suddenly wondered where all of this came from. Why'd he just thought of all that? Did he want to kiss Thomas? Yes. No, he didn't. It was a random thought that had swept it's way into Newt's head and went away as soon as the other had walked up to him. He hadn't been at Starbucks with Thomas. He hadn't held his hand. He hadn't sat on the others lap. He definitely hadn't leaned in to kiss him. And the other had never said that he wanted Newt. Did he want it to happen? Yes. No, no he didn't.

"Are you okay there?" Newt looked at Thomas questioningly before realizing that he'd probably spaced out, so he quickly shook his head.

"Yea. Yea, I'm okay."

"You sure? You spaced out for quite a while."

"I'm fine." Thomas took a step back and stared at Newt with his brown eyes, taken aback by Newt suddenly snapping at him.

"I didn't mean to..." But Newt cut him off by wrapping his arms around Thomas and pulling him close, surprising not only Thomas, but also himself. It was extremely unusual for Newt to wrap his arms around someone else unless it was forced, which is why he blushed as he realized that he liked this.

"This is unusual. Newt are you sure you're okay? You don't seem to be an extremely affectionate person."

"I'm not. I have no idea why I'm hugging you right now." So he pulled away and he hadn't expected to miss Thomas' arms around him as much as he did. What's happening to you? That was a damn good question to ask, and it seemed like such a simple question as well. It clearly proved that it wasn't as Newt couldn't come up with any answer that was reasonable enough. Why's your heart beating so quickly? Newt's hand flew up to his chest, finding that he was in fact breathing incredibly fast compared to it's usual pace. It definitely didn't help when Thomas tilted his head and bit his lip in worry and confusion. Then he made it worse by taking Newt's hand and taking it back down to Newt's hip where it would normally be, and the other boys breath hitched and he couldn't focus on anything but Thomas' eyes that were staring back at him.

"Newt, you're really starting to make me worry."

"I'm fine. Honestly I am. I think I might just be a little distracted. But it isn't important. It's time for you to teach me how to play lacrosse remember?" Thomas smiled and nodded, taking a hold of his bag that he had placed on the ground again before heading out to the parking lot.

"I still can't believe that you trust me with your car keys after only a month."

"What can I say? Besides, I can't use it back at my dads and having it sit around seems stupid. And you having to walk in the rain isn't that great. I'd rather have you risk crashing my car than catching a cold." Newt nodded to show that he understood, unlocking the Jeep that was before them and stepping inside to sit in the passengers seat.

"You're driving."

"Figured." Is the answer that Thomas gave before getting in the car himself and taking the keys from Newt before driving off to his.

"Yours?" Thomas glanced at Newt who was busy deciding on a station to play, which was proven difficult with the amount of awful music on the radio twenty-four seven.

"Yea mine. Why? Is it a problem?" The blonde furiously shook his head as Thomas' face suddenly laced with worry.

"Not at all Tommy." Newt could've sworn that he saw the others cheeks redden slightly but then he quickly dismissed it. Thomas wouldn't blush over Newt. No one would blush over Newt.

"What are you thinking?" Thomas bit his lip, waiting for Newt's answer as the other glanced out the window.

"I'm thinking that I could really go for some food." Thomas let out an angelic laugh that Newt suddenly couldn't get out of his head, and he laughed himself. But not for the reason that Thomas did. He laughed because of how ridiculous he sounded.

"Well I can make you some food when we're at mums." Newt smiled and was about to lean over to kiss the others cheek, but he quickly resisted and looked out the window instead. Had he really just thought of doing that? He shook his head and placed his head in his hands, wondering if he was, in fact, going insane.

"Am I crazy?" He blurted out without much thought and Thomas raised his brows in a questioning manner.

"Define crazy."

"Insane? Deranged? I don't know." He looked at Thomas from the corner of his eye as the other glanced outside to see if the light had gone green yet.

"I don't think you're crazy. You're a lot of things Newt, but you're definitely not crazy."

"Then what am I?" The question slipped out before he could stop himself, and he winced after processing the question. That is such a stupid thing to ask.

"You're very smart, shy, interesting, different. I guess the usual stuff that makes me sound extremely cheesy." Newt blushed at his words. He disagreed with every single one of those but shy, and he found himself wondering what else the boy thought of him. So he asked.

"Anything else?" Newt cleared his throat as silence took over them, the only sound coming from the radio quietly. Then Thomas looked at him and bit his lip in a way that told Newt that he was thinking about his next answer, and Newt nervously looked down and played with his hands.

"Yea." Thomas turned back to the road so that he could drive, but his gaze still seemed as intense as before.

"You're beautiful."