Newt's lips were soft and elegant, and as soon as the brunette pushed their lips together, he knew that he would never get enough of the blonde.

 At first Thomas regretted what he had done, for Newt didn't react at first.

 "I'm...I'm sorry...I didn't mea-" Thomas's words were silenced almost at once. Newt was now gently kissing him back and whimpering slightly.

 "Tommy..." Newt said as the brunette deepened the kiss.

 It was gentle and loving at first, but after a while Thomas wanted more. He lightly pushed Newt to the floor and started to kiss him hungrily. Newt held the brunette closer to his chest and was starting to nibble on Thomas's earlobe when there was an obnoxious knock on the door behind them.

 The blonde jumped in the air as fast as a bullet, blushing madly, and knocking Thomas over in the process. But there was no time to apologize, Chuck had opened the bedroom door and was standing awkwardly in front of them.

 "Mom wanted me to make sure that you were ok, Newt," said the curly haired boy.

 Newt stammered, "I'm-I'm fine now... Tommy cheered me up..." the blonde was still as bright as a tomato and he looked at everything other than the two boys in the room with him.

 After a moment, Chuck spoke again, "She also says you can have dessert if you feel better. We're having brownies and ice cream," and with that, the thirteen year old hurried away downstairs before either of them could respond.

 "Well uh, let's go downstairs," said Thomas, sweating nervously.

 Dessert was fairly awkward. No one spoke or looked at each other, other than the few times that Chuck glanced over at Thomas and Newt, knowingly. There were also a few embarrassing moments when Thomas would accidentally brush Newt's leg or arm.

 By the time they had finished eating their yummy ice cream and brownies, the doorbell rang and both boys were surprised that it was 11:00 already.

 Newt's mom had arrived, and Thomas didn't know whether to feel relieved or upset. What happened earlier had to mean that Newt liked him back, right? Unfortunately, his brother had screwed it all up, so he may never know until he went back to school.

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 No more than an hour later, Thomas tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't get his blonde friend out of his mind. He kept re-experiencing all their moments together in his mind, the addicting kiss popping up the most often. Should he tell Newt that he enjoyed it? Or would that be too straight forward? Maybe he could ask him out? The brunette let out a humorless laugh at these ideas and he knew that there was only one person who could help him in this situation; Minho.

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 After a seemingly short weekend, it was Monday once again and Thomas was very nervous. Questions raced through his head, most of them making him even more concerned. What if Newt didn't want to be friends with him anymore? What would happen if the blonde refused to continue tutoring him? He tried to shake these dreary thoughts from his head as he hurried into the entrance of the school where Minho was standing, scrolling through Tumblr on his iPhone.

 "Hey, Min!" the brunette yelled as he moved closer.

 "Oh hey, Thomas. How was the date with your boyfriend? Did you guys shuck yet?" the Asian asked, matter of factly.

 Thomas blushed. "Well, you see what happened was-"

 "Wait so you did shuck him?!" interrupted Minho, who was so astonished that he nearly dropped his phone.

 "No! Are you kidding?! It's just um...he was sad and I uh, sorta kissed him..." Thomas said, slightly embarrassed. But a part of him really did want to shuck his friend... He blushed scarlet again as he remembered his dream last night involving Newt and himself doing things that were definitely not rated PG.

 "Thomas I can't believe it! You actually did it! I'm so proud of you," exclaimed Minho as he patted Thomas on the head.

 "Well...that's not all is it?" asked the Asian. "You still looked troubled."

 Thomas sighed. "Well...he kissed me back and we were uh, getting a little carried away. But then Chuck barged in and we haven't looked at each other ever since..." mumbled the brunette.

 Minho burst out chuckling. "Why don't you just ask him out? Believe me, if he kissed you back I'm pretty sure he likes you. Besides, anyone can tell that he likes you back, shuckface."

 "Are you 100% sure, Min? I mean, what if he's mad at me?" inquired Thomas, who was still a little doubtful.

 Minho put both his hands on Thomas's shoulders and spoke clearly, "Thomas, trust me. I just want you to be happy, and all this 'Newtie' talk is starting to really tick me off. I know what I'm doing here. Remember that I'm dating the sweetest girl at school, and that I'm an expert with this kind of stuff," Minho said rather boastfully.

 "Thanks Min, I guess you're right...I'll try to ask him as soon as I can," said the brunette.

 "Good job, Thomas. I knew you'd become knowledgeable at some point," replied Minho.

 "Hey! I am not that stupid!" protested Thomas.

 Minho simply laughed and hurried over to Brenda, who had just entered the building.

 Thomas smiled gratefully after him and considered the many possible ways that he could ask Newt out.

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 A few hours later it was time for lunch, and Thomas had decided that he would ask Newt out while the blonde was on his way to art class, in the hall way. He was still very nervous but Brenda and Minho had encouraged him that he would be fine.

 He was sitting at his friend's usual lunch table when he saw Newt walk out the cafeteria doors and he followed suit, but making sure to stay a couple yards away.

 A few moments later, Thomas saw the most unpleasant sight. Gally had just turned the corner and was striding towards Newt, but then noticed Thomas glaring at him and scowled.

 "Hey you, with the brown hair!" shouted Gally. "Did you know that this faggot draws you nonstop? I've seen his drawings, and believe me, you should stop being friends with someone like him. It's unnatural and just plain disgusting!"

 "How dare you insult him! You filthy little scumbag!" Thomas shouted back, trying to contain the animalistic urge to choke Newt's bully.

 Gally guffawed humorlessly and said, "So you like this weakling, huh? How would you feel if I told the whole school that you guys were dating? What would you do then?! You wouldn't still be friends with him, would you?!" he demanded, sourly.

 Before Thomas could retort, Newt bravely spoke up, much to Thomas's and Gally's utter astonishment, "So what if we were dating, Gally? Why would it matter to you?!" Thomas had never seen Newt this angry, his friend looked so fed up and tired of Gally's bullshit, that he was holding his clenched hands begins his back.

  Then Newt did the most courageous thing that Thomas had ever seen him do, and he was not disappointed.

 The blonde beauty turned to look Thomas in the eyes, gently cupped the brunette's head, and stated kissing him shyly, but surely. Thomas's eyes widened and he heard Gally stomp off angrily, mumbling curses under his breath.

 Once he had left for sure, Newt slowly pulled away from Thomas, blushing but grinning widely. "Will you go out with me, Tommy?" he squeaked, hopefully.

 Thomas was still staring at Newt in awe but he answered merrily, "Yes, Newt. I would love to go out with you."

 "Bloody fantastic," said Newt.

 "I can't believe you stood up to him like that! That was so brave of you!" exclaimed Thomas.

 Newt blushed even more. "I don't know how I did it, I guess it was just an impulse."

 "Have you really been drawing me though, Newt? Or did Gally just make that up to humiliate you further?" the brunette asked curiously.

 Newt glanced at the floor shyly but responded never the less, "Yeah...he was right. I have been drawing you for a while now, and I've actually had my eyes on you for a long time, even though you didn't even notice my existence at first. I was also the only person in my year who volunteered to tutor you...I just really wanted to get to know you."

 Thomas gaped in astonishment. "Newt I don't really know what to say, I had no idea that you could have possibly liked me for so long. How did you even notice me?"

 "It was at the track last year, when I first started taking pictures for the yearbook," explained Newt. "You just really intrigued me and I had these random urges to draw you..."

 Suddenly everything made sense to Thomas. This was why Newt refused to show people the drawings in his sketchbook and why Newt had mentioned that Thomas was on the track team when they had first met.

 "Oh Newt...I had no idea..." said the younger teen as he stepped forward to give his new boyfriend a hug.

 "Oh and I made this for you," said Newt as he pulled out a piece of paper from his book and handed it to the brunette. "It's not much but..."

 Thomas gasped. It was the most beautiful drawing that he had ever seen. It was a very accurate depiction of himself next to Newt, who was also drawn quite nicely. The Thomas drawing had his right arm slung across Newt's shoulder and was smiling happily, while Newt was grinning shyly, pretty much identical to the real Newt.

 "Oh Newt, this is so beautiful! Thank you so much!" said Thomas in ecstasy.

 "It's really no problem, Tommy."

 Before they could discuss anything else, the school bell rang, and students started flowing through the hall.

 "Bye Tommy. I guess I'll see you later, then?" asked Newt.

 "You bet," came Thomas's reply. The brunette grinned all the way to his next class, and wondered how he could possibly be so lucky.