The first thing Thomas saw when he woke up was a text from Lizzy saying "add my brother back on snapchat he's sulking."

Thomas opened the app, his heart jumping in his chest when he saw the boy did in fact add him as a friend. He quickly accepted it, ignoring how his heart rate picked up. It was almost like adding him back made everything more real, like before Newt was just a mere fantasy but now he had the actual option of texting him.

Thomas ran his hands through his hair. Why was he acting like this? He'd dated boys before, texted them before but even the mere thought of Newt sent chills down his spine and made his hands sweat.

Thomas was about to get out of bed when a snapchat from Newt came through. His heart immediately started pounding. Thomas groaned loudly before getting up and taking his shirt off. He was too hot and needed to clear his head. Thomas made a b line for the bathroom, taking his pants off in the process. He turned on the shower and tried to banish all thoughts of Newt from his brain.

Thomas got under the hot water, letting it run down his back. He succeeded in not thinking about Newt for an all of two seconds before his head was back to the blonde boy. Thomas groaned as pulled at his hair. He kept thinking about the snapchat, about what it could be. He shook his head as he grabbed his shampoo and put it in his hair. He thought about how good Newt looked in a jean jacket and how sometimes he pulled that stupid lip ring between his teeth and how Thomas wanted him to hold him down and- okay no.

"Fuck!" Thomas yelled as he threw his shampoo bottle down. Why was he acting like he'd never flirted with a boy before? He washed his hair and got out, wrapping a towel around his waist.

He got dressed, putting on a hoodie and jeans. He flopped back onto his bed, finally picking up his phone. He opened snapchat right away, feeling his heart flutter at the unopened message from Newt. He tapped on it, almost choking when he saw it was a picture of Newt's face. He was frowning in the picture and his hair was a complete mess which was kinda unfairly sexy. The caption said "when he adds your sister back before you <<<"

Thomas smiled as he opened the front camera and took a picture of himself looking off to the side with a caption "she got to me before you did" and a shrugging emoji.

He sent it then immediately over thought it. Newt replied almost immediately, it was a picture of him frowning again and it said "that bitch".

Thomas laughed and sent another picture of his face saying "I listened to your album last night."

Another almost immediate reply. This time it was of Newt's legs across Minho's lap. "And???"

Thomas replied with. "It's my new favorite."

Newt sent back a picture of him and Minho sticking out their tongues saying "that's what I like to hear".

Thomas didn't know what to respond so he just sent a picture of himself with a thumbs up. He got the notification a few seconds later that Newt screenshotted it then he got a chat from Newt.

Thomas tapped to open it, it said "so how about you give me your number? Or is that a Lizzy exclusive perk?"

Thomas smiled and typed out his number. A few minutes later a text from an unknown number came in, it was just a guitar emoji. Thomas laughed and added Newt as a contact.

Thomas felt insanely happy as he saved Newt's contact. He had Newt's number, Newt liked texting him, Newt screenshotted his selfie, Newt might like him.

Thomas resisted every single urge to jump on his cheap couch. He was overjoyed.

Another text came in from Newt saying "what are you up to?"

Thomas almost choked. He texted back quickly with "nothing maybe doing some homework...y?"

Newt texted back fast. "Wanna chill w/ me and mean-hoe?"

Thomas wanted to scream. Of course he wanted to see Newt other than in the shitty bar. Deciding to play it cool he texted back with "sure."

He got an almost immediate response of "text me your address, I'll pick you up in fifteen."

Thomas felt his heart jump in his chest. Newt was picking him up. He was hanging out with Newt. He...he looked like shit.

Thomas ran to the bathroom to brush his hair after sending Newt the address to his apartment. He was internally freaking the fuck out.

When Thomas finished making sure his face looked okay he put his shoes on and smoothed out his black hoodie.

He sat on the couch trying to calm his racing heart until Newt texted him with "here."

Thomas grabbed his wallet and keys and headed outside, almost choking when he saw Newt in his driveway.

Newt had a small black car, he had the windows rolled down and his radio was turned up loud. Thomas opened the passenger side door and sat down, smiling at Newt.

"Hey."

Newt smiled back. "Hey."

Newt looked unfairly good again. He had on a long sleeve black shirt with checkered racing stripes down the sleeves and ripped blue jeans.

"You good to go?" Newt asked as he looked Thomas once over before putting the car in reverse.

"Yeah."

Newt just nodded as he reversed out of the driveway. "It's nice out today, I was gonna bring Minho's motorcycle, didn't know how you'd feel about that."

"Minho has a motorcycle?"

Newt nodded as he drummed his hands on the steering wheel to the song that was playing.

"That would be cool," Thomas said, internally cheering that his voice didn't sound strained. His chest was tightening at the thought of getting to wrap his arms around the blonde boy.

Newt smiled at that. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He hummed. "Maybe when I drop you off we'll take it out."

Oh my god they were only in the car and Thomas was going to have a heart attack.

"I'm about to educate you Tommy," Newt said as he turned up the radio.

The song he was playing was good, Thomas had never heard it before but he could faintly hear Newt singing and that was enough to make him want to die. He could barely hear him over the music but from what he could hear Newt was good.

Newt pulled into the driveway of a small flat. It was a one story house but the siding was grey and it had a really nice front window.

Newt turned the radio down as he parked the car.

"What song was that?" Thomas asked as he got out of the car and followed Newt up to the front door.

"Run for Cover by The Killers!" Newt shook his head as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. "That's a classic Tommy." Newt led Thomas inside before cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling, "honey I'm home!"

"Baby! I missed you!" Minho appeared from a side room that Thomas assumed was a kitchen because he had a sandwich in his hand. "Hey Thomas."

Thomas nodded his head at him.

The house was exactly what Thomas expected their house to look like. In the living room there was a worn couch and a small TV and off to the side there was a table with a record player. There were boxes around it that looked like it was filled with records. The carpet was gray but it looked nice.

Newt headed to the couch after he kicked off his boots, so Thomas did the same and blindly followed. Newt sat down, letting out a sigh as he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table.

Thomas' eyes lingered on the box of records, he kinda wanted to look at them. "Can I look through your records?" Thomas asked, immediately cringing at how awkward he sounded.

Newt just smiled at him. "Go for it, let me know if you find something interesting."

Minho came in the room with a bag of chips this time and flopped down next to Newt.

Newt reached for the chips which Minho snatched away. "Bitch they're mine."

"I bought them!" Newt snapped as Minho just held them farther away.

"Yeah you bought them for me!"

Thomas knelt down next to the box and started filing through them. Newt had all kinds of stuff in the box. He had AC/DC records, Metallica, The Beatles and...Thomas paused and carefully pulled one out.

"Is this the Backstreet Boys?"

Minho snorted out a loud laugh. "That's Newt's."

"Is not!" Newt snapped but his cheeks were turning red.

Thomas stifled a laugh as Newt scowled.

"No, come on, we're playing this right now."

"Minho!" Newt snapped as the buff boy got off the couch and grabbed the record out of Thomas' hands. He put it on and set it up as Thomas decided to take the seat next to Newt.

"You say nothing of this to Lizzy," Newt said as he looked at Thomas.

"The Backstreet Boys are cute."

Newt opened his mouth to say something but was cut off as the music started to play. Minho laughed again before picking up the TV remote and holding it like a microphone. He winked at Newt before he started singing along to the song.

"You are my fireeeee, the one desireeeee, believe when I say I want it that way," Minho dramatically sang as Newt crossed his arms. Minho was good at singing too, like really good. He wasn't Teresa level but the buff boy had some serious musical talent.

"Come on Newt you know you wanna join innnnnn." Minho wiggled his eyebrows as he held his hand out to his friend.

"Quit it Minho."

"Come on Newt quick!" Minho shouted as he grabbed the blonde boy and yanked him to his feet.

"TELL ME WHY!" Minho handed Newt the TV remote.

The blonde boy's fake anger faded and he smiled as he took it and belted out the next part. "AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HEARTACHE."

Minho grabbed it back. "TELL ME WHY."

Newt had it again. "Ain't nothin but a mistake."

"TELL ME WHY."

"I never wanna hear you sayayy."

Newt put the remote between them and they sang together. "I want it that way."

They broke out into laughter after that, missing a few lines but then they got back into it, switching parts effortlessly like they'd done it before.

It was hands down the best thing Thomas had ever seen. At one point Minho dropped to his knees, screaming out the lyrics to the ceiling.

When it ended the two high fived before Minho turned off the record player.

Newt was panting slightly but he was smiling and it was so cute that Thomas wanted to take a picture and stare at it forever.

"That was a private show Thomas," Minho said as he sat back down on the couch, "you should feel lucky, some would pay millions for that."

Newt rolled his eyes. "Shut up Minho." He looked back at Thomas. "Want a house tour Tommy?"

Thomas nodded and got up to follow Newt.

"Don't go in my room!" Minho called from his spot on the couch.

"I'm going in your room!" Newt called back as he led Thomas into the kitchen.

"This is where we prepare our five star cuisine," Newt said as he motioned to the small room.

He followed Newt down a small hallway then.

"That's the bathroom, the closed door is Minho's room, mine's at the end." Newt grinned and pushed open a door. "Okay here's the cool stuff."

Thomas followed Newt down the stairs, being careful not to trip. Newt got to the bottom first and turned on the light.

Newt was right, that was the cool stuff. The room was carpeted dark blue and the walls were gray but the coolest part was the set up. There was a drum set in the corner with a microphone and a large speaker. There were old rock posters covering the walls and there was a mini fridge in the corner of the room.

"This is where we practice obviously," Newt said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. There was a futon couch against the wall, it was a little ripped and there were blankets and pillows thrown across it.

"That's where Teresa sleeps sometimes," Newt explained as he rolled his eyes. "Dirty whore never cleans up."

Thomas huffed out a laugh. "You guys have a nice place."

"It's home," Newt said as he smiled softly at Thomas.

Thomas got a random spike of courage and turned to the blonde boy. "Will you sing for me sometime?"

That took Newt off guard. "Huh?"

"Will you play something for me sometime?"

"I don't sing," Newt said as he avoided Thomas' gaze.

Huh. Newt was shy about singing.

"Pretty sure you just serenaded me with I Want it That Way."

Newt huffed a laugh at that. "That's not real singin Tommy."

Thomas stuck out his bottom lip. "Please."

Newt sighed softly. "I'll tell you what, we'll see. It's gonna depend."

Thomas' heart skipped a beat. "Depend on what?"

"If I decide I like ya or not."

Thomas frowned which made Newt laugh.

Thomas kept looking at the posters while Newt pulled out a cigarette and lit it before placing the stick in his mouth.

Thomas frowned as he watched him blow the smoke from between his lips.

"Don't look at me like that," Newt said as he tapped his cigarette in the ashtray.

"I'm not looking at you like anything."

"You are, you have that disproving look on your face."

"It's bad for you."

Newt rolled his eyes as he took another puff but this time he put the cigarette out in the ashtray and left it there. "You like video games?"

Thomas nodded.

"Call of Duty?"

"Sure."

Newt smiled. "Let's go fuck up some zombies."

They played call of duty with Minho for a few hours on the small couch. Thomas could barely focus because they had to squish together and every part of Newt was touching every part of Thomas. When they died Newt would scream "bloody hell" and cross his arms which was oddly adorable. Newt's legs ended up on top of Thomas' at one point which almost sent Thomas into full blown cardiac arrest. Thomas said he had to go before dinner. He desperately needed to get started on his homework.

"You ever ridden a motorcycle before Tommy?" Newt asked as he laced up his boots.

Thomas shook his head.

"Awesome," Newt said as he put on a black jacket and zipped it up. He handed Thomas a helmet. "You gotta wear that okay?"

Thomas nodded and put it on.

Newt huffed out a laugh. "You gotta buckle it." Newt's hands brushed his neck as he hooked the buckle under Thomas' chin. It sent chills down Thomas' spine.

Newt got onto the bike, turning the key which made the engine hum to life. Newt patted the back of the bike.

"Hop on."

Thomas couldn't lie and say he wasn't nervous because he definitely was but he carefully slid onto the bike anyways.

"Hold on okay?"

Thomas slid his arms around Newt's waist, praying to every greater power above that Newt couldn't feel his heart pounding.

Newt started it up and pulled out of the garage. Once they got onto the street Newt sped up which made Thomas just squeeze him tighter. He could feel Newt shaking with laughter as he sped down the street. After Thomas got over the fear factor he decided that he liked motorcycles. He sat up a little straighter, watching the houses fly by. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Just like Newt was.

When they finally got to Thomas' house Newt pulled in the driveway and turned the bike off. He helped Thomas get off, holding his hand briefly. Thomas swore he almost stopped breathing. Thomas pulled off the helmet, frowning when Newt laughed.

"Your hairs a mess," he said softly as he reached over and ran his fingers through it.

Thomas probably looked like a deer in headlights. Newt had his hands in his fucking hair.

"Thanks," Thomas choked out as Newt smiled at his work.

"You busy Friday?" Newt asked as he ran his fingers through his own hair.

"I don't think so why?"

"We're playing a new place. You should come."

"Okay, yeah, I'll go."

Newt looked happy, Thomas wanted to grab his face and kiss him.

"I'll see ya later Tommy," Newt said as he got back on the bike.

"Bye," Thomas said as Newt fake saluted him before putting the helmet back on and taking off down the street.

Thomas hurried back into his apartment, immediately ripping off his hoodie. It was too hot and he was high on Newt.

He grabbed his laptop and threw himself down onto his couch. He opened up the internet with the intent of starting his homework but ended up googling "WICKED Newt" instead. Thomas groaned when he saw the flood of pictures of the blonde. Newt was painfully hot, he remembered what it felt like to have his arms around him, to be pressed up against him on the couch. He replayed Newt's hands being in his hair and that stupid dopey smile he gave him when he agreed to go to his show. He fell on a picture of Newt at a show. His shirt was off and he was sweaty, his hair was in his face and he had on an extremely flattering pair of skinny jeans. He was partially bent over, playing his guitar with such focus. Thomas couldn't take it. He grabbed the box of tissues from his end table and looked at the picture again. Fuck it.

He undid his belt and throught about nothing but Newt for the next ten minutes.

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