So the couple walked happily together, gripping onto each other's hands; Thomas recalling how soft and gentle Newt's hands were.

"Hey Tommy?" started Newt as the couple walked across the small bridge above the silver stream.

"Yes?" said the younger fellow curiously.

"About earlier, when I said that I went to the park... I guess I should tell you what really happened."

Thomas gave an uneasy chuckle, but nodded, urging Newt to continue.

"So apparently Alby decided to tell me something, but the thing is that he doesn't want me to tell you what he told me," stated the blonde. "But I feel like I would betray your trust if I didn't tell you, just promise me you won't tell him that I told you, please?" begged Newt.

Thomas gulped, hoping that his boyfriend didn't notice how nervous he had become, and how sweaty his hands were. "Of course I won't," he finally replied, staring down at the dewy grass.

The blonde sighed, and shut his eyes for a few seconds, before speaking grimly, "We had fun, of course, just two great friends who hadn't had a good time together for a while, you know? We went to get ice cream, and watched the younger children swing, when Alby said something that rather surprised me-" he then stopped for a second, to see if Thomas would interrupt, but as he didn't, he continued, "Alby told me, and I quote, 'I would love to have a child someday, maybe one day we can adopt one together.'"

Thomas fidgeted slightly, but didn't say anything. In all honesty, he wasn't too surprised, and he didn't want Newt to feel bad after all.

"Tommy?" squeaked Newt. "I- I don't feel the same way about him, and I don't want you to be upset or anything... I'm sorry, please don't hurt me."

The younger boy gasped. "Newt, sweetie, why would I hurt you? I'm not angry, I already knew that he liked you, it's not your fault."

At this point Newt was starting to cry, suddenly reminded of a darker part of his past.

"Newt?!" Thomas exclaimed. "What's wrong?!"

"My dad used to hurt me," was all Newt said, staring hopelessly at the ground.

Recognition came to Thomas, he suddenly remembered that the last time he saw his boyfriend in a desperate mess, it was when he mentioned his sister, who had also been abused by Newt's father, and had been taken away from both him and his mother by Newt's damned dad. But Newt had always seemed so happy otherwise, he felt awful for assuming he was always happy after his sister and dad left, when he obviously wasn't.

"Awe, Newt, it's ok, he's gone now."

Unfortunately, his statement made Newt cry even more, now making Thomas cry as well. It broke his heart to see Newt like this.

"You hate me, don't you?" Newt said quietly.

"What? Newt, that's not true at all, why would you say that?"

"Alby kissed me, ok? I don't like him for in that way, but I ran away, and I know that you hate me now, and want to break up with me."

"Newt, I know it's not your fault, or Alby's either. You are the most beautiful boy I've ever met, whether you believe me or not, it's true," said Thomas.

"Tommy... You don't need to lie to protect me, you can't love a broken boy."

At this point the two boys were laying side by side on the grass, still holding onto each other.

"Newt, please listen to me, I know that you've had difficult hardships in the past, and that maybe I'm the tiniest bit jealous of Alby, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you, ok? You can't stop me from loving you. You're sweet, kind, and funny, and I can't imagine my life without your gorgeous personality. You've made me happy, and that's all that matters to me. I do love you, just because you don't love yourself doesn't mean someone else can't love you. You should've told me you were depressed sooner, I would've helped you."

Newt tried to gently wipe away his tears, and he was wearing a half smile/half frown. "Tommy, how are you so nice to me? Most of what you said about me isn't even true."

Thomas raised his eyebrows, his natural grin was starting to show once again. "Oh yes it is," he said, pulling their moist lips together into a gentle, heart warming kiss.

"I love you, Tommy."

"I love you too, Newt."

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"POPTARTS, POPTARTS!!!" screamed Chuck once he had barged open Thomas's bedroom door the next morning.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" asked a bedraggled Newt from next to Thomas, for the blonde had stayed the night at his boyfriend's.

"CHUCK, SERIOUSLY?! IT'S SEVEN IN THE FUCKING MORNING! NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND GETS UP THIS EARLY!" shouted Thomas angrily.

"Thomas, you better watch your language," said a female from downstairs.

Chuck laughed, "Yeah Thomas, watch your language," teased Chuck.

Newt patted Thomas's back before he could come up with a clever retort for his brother.

"Seriously Thomas, mom only buys poptarts on special occasions, and I know you love them."

Thomas glared at the clock again for emphasis. "Seven fucking AM, on a Saturday morning? Chuck you know me, you should've served us breakfast in bed at ten o'clock at least."

"Mom doesn't allow that anymore, remember?" Chuck stated with an evil smirk, quite similar to Minho's.

Newt giggled at Thomas's facial expression. He looked like he was a puppy begging to get cuddles from their owner.

"Sorry, Newt, we'll just have to go downstairs early for once," said Thomas as he pulled himself out of the bed, forgetting that he was only in his boxers.

Newt blushed and looked away, while Chuck laughed and rolled his eyes. "Well I'll see you two in a bit," he said before walking away quickly.

"I don't mind if you look at me," said Thomas matter-of-factly. "We did have sex once after all."

"Tommy! Keep your voice down!" said Newt before laughing awkwardly.

"Shit."

"What's wrong, Tommy?"

"Minho he-"

Newt chuckled. "What did the sass queen do this time?"

The brunette coughed, embarrassed. "He snuck in here and put condoms in my underwear drawer, with a note..."

There was an awkward silence, until both boys burst out laughing.

"Well I'm not going to let you read this," said Thomas finally.

"Okie dokie."

"But I'll go get changed and use the restroom, I don't mind if you change into some of my clothes."

Once Thomas left Newt changed as well, and noticed that his boyfriend hadn't hidden the note and condom box very well at all. They were both sticking out from behind the bookshelf. Curiously, Newt picked up the note, blushing and giggling as he read:

Thomas,

This is for you when you and Newtie Tootie get naughty. ;) I can tell you guys already had sex, but this ensures extra protection for both of your sexy parts. Consider this an early birthday present, your birthday is in a week after all.

Have fun. :P

P.S.- This is the same kind I use, so it's already Minho-approved.

Newt quickly stuffed the note back where he found it as he heard the toilet flush, and he was sweating from embarrassment and laughter. How could one human being make him feel so awkward? He was also surprised that Thomas hadn't told him when his birthday was, considering it was next week.

"Ready to eat?" asked Thomas once he emerged from the bathroom.

"Of course," Newt said as he followed his boyfriend downstairs, trying not to giggle.

Author's Note:

Guys I'm so sorry for not updating in about 2 MONTHS! I've had terrible writer's block, so that sucked a lot. Please tell me what you thought of this chapter. Was it sad? Was it funny? I cried writing the first half, so I'm sorry if that makes any of you guys sad too. I'll try to update this asap. :)