((This is an au btw))

N E W T

Screaming at the top of my lungs til my chest felt tight
I told myself that I'm never gonna be alright.

You were a hurricane in Newt's life. His first run in with you at the library was the calm before the storm. Both of you knew you were only in town for three months, but it didn't stop you two from falling in love. He showed you all the best hangouts, all of his secret nooks and crannies. And in those nooks and crannies, he showed you his soul. As it was all happening it seemed magical, perfect. But almost as quickly as your dad dragged you into Newt's life, you were dragged out and to the next state.

After you had left the small house on the corner, Newt climbed to the roof of it, where you two had liked to spend nights, either watching the stars or making out. And he screamed.

You had unraveled him like a mummy, and packed the wrappings in your suitcase next to your toothbrush.

Newt's chest felt tight, and his throat hoarse, but that pain was nothing like what his heart was feeling. Deep inside, he knew he might not ever be alright again.

((idek what that was oml))

Thomas

Making all our plans in the Santa Cruz sand that night

Your high school boyfriend of three years, Thomas, had taken you away for a long weekend a month before school ended.

He drove you to the beach after school Friday, and you guys set your stuff down in the sand. By the time you had gotten there, the sun was setting, a spectacular start to your getaway.

"Thomas." You said as you leaned back against his bare chest. "Our senior year's ending in a month. I'm going to Stanford and you're doing community college. What are we going to do?"

"Speaking of Stanford, guess who decided to apply."

"Who?"

"Me. And guess who got in."

"You?"

"Yep. Me." You could hear the grin in his voice, and immediately shot up to face him.

"Really?"

Thomas feigned offense. "Did you think I wouldn't get in?"

"No, I didn't think you'd apply. You said you hated those Ivy League prep kids."

"I do, so obviously I couldn't leave my precious girl alone with them."

"Oh Thomas!" You squealed, feverishly giving him kisses. "We're going to have so much fun! Freshmans have to stay on campus in the dorms, but after that we could rent an apartment together! Oh the holidays will be so much fun too!"

He beamed at you, he loved seeing how excited you got, and that he had made you this happy. "Y/N, I love you."

"I love you too." You kissed him again.

M I N H O

Throwing rocks at your window at midnight
You met me in your backyard that night

The soft pitter patter of rain hit your window as you tried to focus on reading. Some bigger hit it, but you figured it was the tree branch outside. Then it was hit again, and you were forced to inspect it. Standing in your backyard, soaking wet was your boyfriend Minho, holding a drenched flower in his hand.

You popped open your window, making sure the rain don't hit anything valuable. "Are you insane?"

"Just a little." He yelled back. "Come down. Please."

"Alright." You sighed, starting the climb down. Hopping onto the ground below you, you were already drenched.

"For you, Y/N." Minho bowed cordially, handing you the limp, wet rose.

"Thank you Minho." You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Aw come on, it's raining. Shouldn't we be that cheesy couple in the movies who kisses in the rain?"

You rolled your eyes, but pulled him in for deeper kiss. His hands found your hips and brought you closer to him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. It was perfect.