Thomas totally wasn't waiting by the door when Newt knocked. He paced in front of it a few times to waste time before swinging it open.

    Newt looked like normal Newt. He had on his ripped skinny jeans and his black boots with an oversized grey hoodie on.

    "Hi." He smiled as he leaned against the door frame. "You ready to go?"

    "Yeah," Thomas managed to say as he grabbed his keys. Newt never brought up where they were going so Thomas dressed normally in jeans and a long sleeve shirt.

    Newt lead him out to the car. Once they were both in Thomas turned to Newt.

    "Are you gonna tell me where we're going."

    Newt shrugged. "That ruins the fun of it and you can't tell Minho because he'll make fun of me til the end of time."

     "Alright deal."

    Newt plugged his phone into the aux cord. "So I have this special talent of being able to find a fitting Blink 182 song for every occasion...this one's called First Date."

     The music started playing as Newt winked at Thomas and started up the car. Thomas just shook his head as he watched Newt air drum on the steering wheel. As Newt pulled out of the driveway and started driving on the street he commenced in overly dramatic lip syncing of the song.

     Thomas couldn't help but laugh as he watched Newt's little performance. He didn't understand it. This boy who listened to loud music and had a fucking lip ring and wore mostly black was the cutest thing in the entire world.

     When they were half through the song, Newt rolled down the window. He let a cigarette and took a hit before hanging it out the window.

     Thomas frowned which of course Newt picked up on.

    "Hey none of that from you."

    "You should quit."

    "Haven't you told me that before?"

     "I still think you should quit."

     Thomas was giving him these puppy dog eyes which seemed to get to Newt because he sighed and took another puff of his cigarette. "I guess I can try."

    Thomas' face lit up. "Really?"

     Newt nodded as he hung the stick back out the window. "No promises, but I'll try."

     Newt looked at the soft smile Thomas had on his face, he dropped the cigarette out the window which just made Thomas' smile grow.

     "See now that's not fair," Newt muttered as he shook his head.

    "What?"

    "You looking like that when I don't smoke." Newt huffed. "Makes me never wanna touch a damn stick again."

    Thomas just smiled to himself as he looked out the window. Sue him for wanting Newt to be healthy.

    "Having your lungs clear will just help you when you sing for me."

    Newt huffed out a laugh "Oh fuck off."
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     They pulled into a parking garage about twenty minutes later. Newt got out of the car and waited for Thomas at the back.

    "Are you going to tell me where we are yet?" Thomas asked as Newt lead him to the elevator.

    "No, I have to wait until we're inside so you can't escape."

    "Aren't I the one who drunkenly begged you to take me on a date."

    Newt huffed out a laugh. "Aren't I the one who soberly wanted to take you on a date?"

    "Hey sober me is still very down for this date, drunk me was just the only one brave enough to say it."

     Newt shook his head but casually bumped Thomas' hand before sliding their palms together and interlocking their fingers. Thomas was able to stay under control even tho Newt was holding his fucking hand and his heart was going a million miles a minute. Then Newt started doing that thumb thing and Thomas wanted to die, his heart flew into his throat and he was glad that Newt wasn't talking to him because he didn't think he'd be able to.

     The elevator dinged and opened on the ground floor of the parking garage. Newt shot him a soft smile before dragging him across the lot and onto the street.

    Thomas recognized where they were then. "We're going to the arena?"

    Newt nodded, looking slightly excited. "I got this awesome deal on tickets and they're pretty good and I didn't know how you felt about hockey but I love hockey and Minho hates it, that's why you can't tell him we came here. He never goes to games with me and when Teresa does she just gets bored. I thought it could be fun if I brought you." Newt looked at him with a hidden expression of insecurity. "It's okay?"

    Thomas didn't know jack shit about hockey, well he knew it involved two teams two goals and a puck, but that was about it. Honestly, they could have been watching paint dry and Thomas would have been happy because Newt was smiling and holding his hand and they were on a fucking date.

    "It's great."

    Newt slightly squeezed his hand before dragging him along to the arena. "You wanna know a secret Tommy?"

    "Sure."

     "I think my biggest dream is to play in this arena. I grew up in this town, went to so many shows at this place. I want to have one of my own here."

     "Yeah?"

    Newt nodded. "One day."

    "I think it'll come sooner than you think."

    Newt looked at him. "You think so?"

    Thomas nodded. "I don't think you realize how good you guys are."

    Newt didn't respond but Thomas could see the look on his face and that was enough.

    Newt dragged him through the front doors, giving the security man their tickets before walking in. Thomas hadn't been to the arena since he was a kid, it was sorta like how he remembered it. There were giant escalators, going to the upper seat levels. There was always a lingering smell of popcorn and almost everyone was decked out in jerseys or team apparel.

    Newt took his hand again and Thomas decided that it was probably his favorite feeling in the world.

    The seats they got weren't the best, but they worked just fine. They were in the middle and about half way up. When they sat down Newt started doing the thumb thing on his hand again and Thomas was convinced he was going to have a heart attack.

    "So I can't tell Minho about this because he hates hockey?"

    Newt huffed. "He calls me a fake Brit, but we literally have hockey in England, he's just stupid."

    "He's not stupid, you love him."

    "He likes you."

    "Yeah?"

    Newt nodded as he squeezed Thomas' hand lightly. "Yeah you got Minho's seal of approval."

    For some reason that made Thomas happy, to him it seemed like Newt's band was his family and getting approval just took some stress off.

    "You already know my sister is obsessed with you," Thomas said as Newt smiled.

    "Hopefully not as much as you are."

    "Are you kidding? I beat her in the running for the leader of the WICKED Newt fanclub."

    Newt snorted out a laugh. "Shut up."

    People started filling in the empty seats.

    Newt jogged his leg as they waited for it to start.

    Thomas' phone buzzed in his pocket so he pulled it out, seeing a text from Lizzy yet again. It said "have fun on your date ;) be safe and don't put a baby in my brother." Thomas huffed out a laugh and showed it to Newt who rolled his eyes.

    "Lemme text her back."

    Thomas handed him the phone, watching him smirk as he typed out a text and sent it.

    "Newt!" Thomas' eyes widened when he saw the text he'd sent.

    It said "he's not the one you should be worrying about being impregnated." 

    "Someone had to put her straight."

    Thomas shook his head and turned off his ringer before putting his phone back in his pants.

    Newt was pulling his lip ring between his teeth before letting it go and starting over. Thomas hated how distracting it was. It wasn't like he was thinking about Newt kissing him and biting his lip or anything of that sort.

    "Did that hurt?"

    "Hm?"

    "Your lip thing," Thomas said, feeling his face heat up at how stupid he sounded. "Did it hurt when you got it?"

    Newt shrugged. "I guess a little bit but it was only a second and I guess I don't remember the pain I only remember that it hurt if that makes sense."

    "It does."

    Newt smirked then. "Don't worry, you'll barely feel it when I kiss ya."

    Thomas felt his face heat up again. He was certainly going to go into cardiac arrest by the end of the night.

    The thing that shocked Thomas most about hockey games were the insane lights and how hype everyone was. When one of the teams scored an impossibly loud air horn went off and lights flashed everywhere. The crowd around them jumped up and screamed although Newt didn't seem to be too into that.

    When intermission came around their team was up by one which Newt seemed pretty thrilled about.

    "This is so much better than watching it on TV," Newt said as he turned to Thomas. "Plus you're kinda an added bonus."

    Thomas just squeezed his hand that Newt hadn't let go of, not that Thomas minded at all.

    "Do you have to be up early tomorrow?"

    "No why?"

    "You wanna see my cats after this? Before we go on another date thay have to approve of you because no matter how cute you may be Tommy, they'll always be the number one boys in my life."

    Thomas was about to say yes when he jumped and realized his face was on the screen. He and Newt's fucking faces were on the jumbotron.

    "Uh Newt," Thomas said as he nudged him toward the screen. The screen had pink borders on it and it was zoomed out enough to show almost their whole bodies sitting in the seat.

    Newt snorted out a laugh. "I planned on doing this later but now works too." Then Newt was putting his free hand on his face and leaning over and Thomas felt like he was going to throw up, but then Newt's mouth was on his and he was on cloud 9.

    Newt was right, he barely felt the piece of metal against his lips, maybe he was just too focused on the fact that Newt was kissing him to notice. It was over before Thomas knew it, he felt a little dazed but Newt was smiling.

    "Kiss cam," Newt said as he gently patted Thomas cheek and sat fully back in his seat.

    "Can you still do it later?" Thomas asked softly, more muttering it to himself than to Newt.

    Of course the blonde boy heard him. "If you pass my cat test I'll kiss ya properly Tommy."

    "You're gonna be the death of me," Thomas said as he slumped down a little more in his seat.

    "If that killed ya Tommy, just wait til I finally get you in bed."

    Thomas yanked his shirt over his face.

    When the game finally ended, their team ended up losing which Newt responded to with a string of "bloody bastards can't even score in a net if it was wide open and in front of them".

    Thomas tried to pay attention but that stupid one second kiss he had with Newt was taking over his every thought. When they got back into the car Thomas texted Rose a gif of a guy fanning himself and fainting, he through that summed up his date pretty well.

    "We'll leave in a sec," Newt said as he picked up his phone dialed out a phone number. "Hey Min...Yes, I'm on my way back. Can you put Blink and Bo in my room...No I'm not going to fuck Thomas in front of the cats...Minho!...I'm sorry you did what?!..." Newt massaged the bridge of his nose before sighing quite loudly. "Well did you fix it?...Why do you assume I know everything?...Yes I'm mad!...I'll deal with it later, goodbye!" Newt dropped his phone in his lap and shook his head.

    "Everything okay?"

    "Fucking idiot cannot handle himself alone for a day."

   Thomas stifled a laugh. "What did he do?"

    "He thought it was okay to put all of his three weeks worth of dirty clothes into the washing machine, which is already ten years old, and put it on the highest setting."

    Thomas frowned. "Does that mean you're taking me home?"

    "No you can come as long as you don't intervene when I beat the shit out of Minho."

    "Okay." Thomas smiled softly at him.

    Newt put his hand on his knee as he drove this time and it was so fucking distracting Thomas could barely play cool.

    Newt was humming to the song playing as they drove. Thomas decided that he liked being in the car with Newt, or maybe he just liked Newt in general. For some reason he wanted to hear Newt sing more than ever. He didn't sing in any of WICKED's song and he didn't even have a microphone at the shows. He was either really insecure about it or he was actually just not good but Thomas highly doubted it was the later.

    When Newt pulled into his driveway it was getting late. It was dark outside when they walked into the house, Newt held his hand as they walked. As soon as they got into the house, Minho came out of nowhere and practically jumped on Newt.

    "My love, you've returned!"

    Newt dropped Thomas' hand to shove the boy off. "Don't 'my love' me you know what you did."

    "How was I supposed to know the laundry machine would blow up!"

    "Because you're twenty three years old!" Newt snapped. "You should know how to use a fuckin washing machine."

    Minho turned to Thomas. "I think Newt's upset with me."

    Thomas stifled his laugh.

    Newt peered down the hallway, almost having an aneurysm when he did. "MINHO!"

    Minho cringed as he looked at Thomas again. "Yeah, I'm in trouble."

    "YOU DIDN'T EVEN CLEAN UP THE WATER?!"

    Newt pulled at his hair as he slammed the closet door open and pulled out a handful of towels. He thrust them in Minho's arms and frowned.

    "This is your job, I might not murder you in your sleep tonight if you clean it up now."

    Minho saluted, dropping towels on the carpet as he did no. "Aye aye captain."

    "If it's not cleaned up by the time I'm out, I'm going to call Teresa and tell her that I have an open spot in the house."

    Minho dramatically gasped. "You wouldn't give her  my room!"

    Newt rolled his eyes and took Thomas' hand. "I'm serious Minho."

    Minho frowned as he watched Newt drag Thomas towards his room. "Hey no fair, you're gonna fuck without me."

    Newt held his middle finger up as he retreated into his room with Thomas. He shut the door behind him. Thomas was about to ask if he was okay, but Newt's entire body language changed. His eyes lit up as he walked past Thomas and scooped something up from his bed.

    "Hi baby," Newt said softly. Thomas realized he was holding his cat.

    Newt was practically cradling the thing in his arms, Thomas throught his heart was going to explode. Newt was looking at the animal which such a loving expression, he almost doubted that he was the same boy who was screaming at Minho literally a minute before.

    As Newt attacked the cat with kisses Thomas looked around his room. It resembled the basement with how many posters were on the wall. He had an acoustic guitar on a stand in the corner and his bedspread was black. There was a desk with a spinning chair that was covered in crumbled papers. Being honest, it was exactly what he expected from Newt.

    "You can pet him," Newt said as he walked toward Thomas, the cat still cradled in his arms.

    Blink was definitely Newt's favorite cat, no matter what he said. The way he was holding him like a newborn baby proved so.

    Thomas scratched the cat's head, smiling when he started purring.

    Newt stepped back and sat on the bed, letting Blink sit on his lap.

    "They're both really loving," Newt said as the cat rubbed his nose on Newt's arm. "They're just a little shy."

    Thomas sat next to him, watching the cat sniff Newt.

    The other cat jumped onto the bed then, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

    Newt's face lit up again. "There's Bo."

    Thomas reached his hand out and let him sniff his hand. The cat did a few times before rubbing his head on his hand.

    "They're so cute."

    "I know." Newt was grinning as he pet the cat who was sitting on his lap. "They totally like me better than Minho."

    "Something me and your cats have in common."

   "You better like me more."

    "Alright," Newt said as he lifted Blink off his lap and placed him on the ground. The cat meowed disapprovingly. "Hey don't gimmie that." Newt frowned at the little cat. "I have a cute boy to kiss, you're not supossed to cockblack me."

    Bo jumped down, following his brother.

    Newt shook his head. "Kids."

    Then he was leaning over and kissing Thomas and it was better than at the arena because no one was watching them. Newt kissed him a few times, keeping his hand on the side of his face to steady himself.

    "How slow is slow?" Newt whispered as he pulled back and bumped noses with him.

    Thomas didn't trust his mouth to work so he just shrugged.

    Newt pursed his lips. "You down to makeout?"

   Thomas almost choked but managed to squeak out a "yup".

    Newt smiled and stood up before adjusting and sitting on Thomas' lap. Thomas' eyes widened as he looked up at the blonde boy.

    "You okay?" Newt asked as he cocked his head.

    "Better than okay."

    Newt smiled and kissed him again. Thomas let himself put his hands on Newt's hips and Newt cupped his face with both hands. Newt definitely had practice with kissing, the way he was licking into Thomas' mouth was making his stomach twist and the way he ran his hand down his chest made his head feel fuzzy. It was getting good when the door slammed open.

     "Newt the washin...oh my gOD ew gross."

    Newt turned around so fast he almost fell off Thomas' lap.

    "Minho I'm going to fucking  kill you."

    The buff boy put his hands up in surrender as he slowly backed out of the room.

    Newt sighed as he rested his forehead against Thomas'. "Next time we makeout, it's gonna be at your place."

    Thomas nodded in agreement, but the only thing his brain could think about was "next time".