The roar of engines filled the early morning. Nothing like it Newt thought. "I love the smell of jet fuel in the morning, it smells like freedom!" Newt shouts quoting Top Gun, his all time favorite movie.

The summer heat beat on his neck, Thomas sat there making sure everything was set for the day. He hears a boy yell some pilot thing with enthusiasm. He'll never understand it. He needed a job, so he got one. He worked at the local hangar. Mostly just keeping things in check as the day went on.

Thomas didn't hate his job but he didn't love it either.

Newt made his way to where his plane was stored. His father was good friends with the owner so he got a private hangar. In it he hung pictures of his dream plane the F-14 Tomcat. He always dreamed of flying one, but it's close to impossible. There extremely hard to fine and almost $4 million.

No matter how much he wanted one, he'd most likely never get one.

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"It's a bloody oven in here." Newt said as he worked on his plane. No one at school knew he was a pilot but that's how he liked it. Keeping his pilot life separate from his high school life.

"Where's that buggin' wrench?" Newt asked himself as he rummaged through his crate of tools. I'm never gonna get this in the air. He thought.

As more pilots filed in, Thomas began his daily rounds. Starting with the blond's. Thomas had no idea who this kid was, but he'd seen him around.

Thomas knocked on the door. "Anyone home?" He asked

"I don't live here, but yes I'm 'home'" he replies. "And by any chance have you seen a wrench lyin' around?" Newt asked

"No, sorry." Thomas said, now realizing the boys British accent.

Thomas continues with his rounds, then sits by the air strip watching the clouds. He enjoyed the time to himself but wasn't the biggest fan of the work.

Newt found his wrench and finished the tune up on his engine. He lifted his hangar door and got in his plane. He taxied his jet black Cessna 150 onto the air strip, and then he flew. He felt the lift from the wings lift him. And there he was, where he loved the most. In the air.

Thomas watched as the plane took off. The sun reflecting brightly of the black paint.

It would be cool to actually fly... Thomas thought. He didn't really know anyone here. He grabbed his phone and took a picture of the takeoff in front of him. He opened his messages and texted his best friend. Minho Park.

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Minho: Nice

Thomas: yeah it's pretty cool huh

Minho: perks of the job

Thomas: yup :)

Thomas turned off his phone, the plane had almost faded from view. He got up and went to the main building.

"Admiring Newt's plane?" One of the pilots Jorge asked.

"Yeah, it's pretty nice. What kind of plane?"

"Cessna 150." Jorge said before walking away.

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Newt aligned his plane for landing. His morning flight coming to a close. He angled his nose up lowered his plane. Than quickly lowered the nose for a flawless landing.

He may be a teen but is an exelent flyer, getting his pilots license at 14. Now 17 he's been flying for 3 years, well not counting flight training.

Thomas watched the landing wide eyed. The kid looked the same age as him when he stepped out of the plane yet he could fly so well. It almost wasn't fair, but Thomas knew the training it took to learn to fly. His father would never allow him to fly, nevermind pay for the schooling and training.

He sighed, he was so out of place at this airfield
He didn't know the difference between 2 kinds of planes, he didn't even know what Cessna 150 ment, well besides the fact it's a plane.

Newt saw Thomas as he walked towards the main building. "Hey, never seen you around."

Thomas looked up upon hearing the slightly familiar British accent. "Just started work here about a week ago."

Newt gave him a smile and went to talk to Jorge. "See you around." He said walking away.

Thomas went back to work, helping another pilot with repairs. He mostly played tool boy. Handing over tools and pieces so they could be put in place. It was fine with him, since he knew nothing about planes, so he'd most likely just make whatever the problem was worse. "Thomas, would you grab Newt for me?" The pilot Vince asked

"Yeah sure."

Thomas walked up to where Newt and Jorge were.

"Newt, Vince needs you for a bit."

"I'll get right to that. On a separate note, I never got your name."

"Oh, I'm Thomas."

Newt smiled at Thomas before walking to Vinces hangar.

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As the day dragged on the heat of the day became almost unbearable. Thomas sat hoping for a breeze or even rain. Rain would be awesome right about now Thomas thought, but if course no rain came that day.

Newt packed his things and began to head out. It was smoldering outside. While he was walking to his car he passed Thomas "Bye Tommy!"

"See ya Newt."