((these are going to end up being AU's I can feel it in my bones))

((lmao they were what do you know))

S A L A M A N D E R B O Y

We are the new americana, raised on biggie and nirvana, high on legal marijuana.

Newt was a part of the outcast group of friends bent on being high 24/7 and maintaining average grades. But Newt was an outcast even in the outcast group. Sure, he still had a joint on him at all times, but he worked to get straight A's and had a girlfriend. That girlfriend was you.

You weren't part of his stoner friends, the idea of being high making your nose turn up, but you didn't mind it when your boyfriend was high. He was always giggly, lovey-dovey, and very honest, laughing at everything, wanting to constantly cuddle you, and very seriously told you about every time he had wet the bed.

The first time you asked him why he smoked pot, he said he was part of 'the new americana', before proceeding to educate you on the way of the bands Biggie and Nirvana.

O N I O N S O N J R.

Survival of the richest, the city's ours until the fall.
They're Monaco and Hamptons bound but we don't feel like outsiders at all.

Thomas had picked you up to go to a senior's graduation party his parents were hosting, and they had invited the entire class. You two lived on one of the dingier streets, and he drove an old slightly rusted truck, which you two were sitting on the hood of amongst all the Corvettes and Mustangs.

"Look at all of them," Thomas commented, his arm draped on your shoulders as you watched some richer kids on the dance floor. "You just know they're going to Monaco and the Hamptons. This world is survival of the richest."

"And yet Minho's waving us over." You referred to the kid who's parents were hosting the party, who was in fact waving you guys over to him by the drinks. You hopped off the hood, pulling Thomas with you. "Now come on, Mr. Outsider, we're going to go converse with our friend."

O N I O N S O N S R.

What kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately?

"You're sixteen, right?" Your friend Minho suddenly asked you as you two sat in Burger King after school, popping a bubble of bubblegum in his mouth in the process. "And you're single?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, and so are you."

"Well that means we're officially dating."

"What kind of bubblegum having you been blowing lately?"

"Don't you remember ten years ago, we agreed that of neither of us had a boyfriend/girlfriend, we'd just date each other. We even made a little contract, look." He pulled an old, stained paper out of his pocket.

Right there was the terms plainly that if you two weren't already dating someone by the time you were sixteen, you'd date each other, and at the bottom were both of your messy, six-year-old signatures.

"Well shit, you're right."

"I believe that means you owe me a kiss, girlfriend." He put his chin in his hand and tapped his lips.

"You're going to have to work up to that," After a brief moment, you added in, "boyfriend."

((I'm sorry I feel like I always give Minho the worst lyrics oml))