March 15th 1998

7:45 pm

     "We're not going to McDonalds."

     "Why not?"

     "Because we're not."

     "Minho! Please!"

     "Kismet! No!"

     "Fuck you."

     "Fuck you harder."

     "You're fucking gross."

    El rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Children, our friends are children."

     Thomas stifled a laugh as he nodded at her. "You're not wrong."

     Newt shifted away from the arguing pair and stood really close to Thomas.

     Thomas got his memo and put his hand on his lower back, carefully pulling him closer. It was kinda weird with Newt now, ever since his insane marking incident. That night they slept with their backs facing each other, they did that the next night too. Newt loved to be touched though, even though he never actually said it. He always encouraged Thomas to touch him, but never verbally asked for it. It kinda reminded him of future Newt a bit.

     As Thomas was watching him, he started to feel weird. His head started spinning and he stumbled back a bit which made Newt turn around.

     "Tommy, the fuck is up with you?"

     Thomas saw black spots and he fell backwards onto the ground, his legs seeming to give out on him.

     "Woah woah what's wrong?"

     Thomas looked around the spinning room. "W-where."

     He sat up quickly, scooting back from everyone who was hovering over him. "H-how."

     Thomas looked terrified. "No, no, no this isn't fuck this isn't real."

     Everyone looked so concerned, Thomas felt so panicked.

     The room rippled as if it was water and someone threw a stone into it. He saw flashes of himself laying on the bed in Xavier's room in the future. He saw himself hyperventilating on the table while El tried to hold him down.
He didn't know where he was, he had no fucking idea where he...

     "Tommy."

     Thomas' head snapped around, looking for the voice. "N-no you're not you're...I-I ki-"

     "Tommy I need you to relax."

     "Get away from me!" Thomas screamed as he kept pushing himself backwards. "You're not here!"

     Newt wasn't here. Newt was dead. Minho was dead. Kis was dead. They all were dead.
Thomas could see the black veins running down his arms. The faces in front of him were blurry and out of focus. He raised his hands up, trying to warn them to get back. His hands quickly became encased in the black smoke.

     "Tommy."

     The voice again, it wasn't Newt, Newt was dead. HE killed Newt, Newt was dead because of him.

     Thomas chest was rising and falling at an alarming pace now, his entire abdomen feeling tight and his throat feeling like it was slowly closing. "C-can't breathe."

     Then he could see him, he could see Newt. He was gently pushing his wrists down.

    "Tommy, listen to me okay? You're freaking out."

     Thomas was trembling and shaking and his eyes couldn't focus on one thing. "You're not real."

     Newt gently put his hand on the side of his face, angling his head so he would look at him. "You see me? I'm right here. I'm very real."

     "You died," Thomas sputtered out as he let Newt gently caress his cheek. Everything needed to stop spinning, he was going to throw up.

     "I'm not dead, I'm right here."

     Thomas felt wetness drip off his chin, onto his shirt. When did he start crying?

     "I'm sorry, I-I'm so s-sorry. I-it was my fault."

     "Nothing was your fault Tommy. You didn't do anything wrong."

     "Y-you don't know." Thomas was sobbing now, taking gasping breaths between his sobs. His vision was blurry and his chest hurt. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

     Newt's hands were soft on his face, it felt normal, it felt regular.

     "It's okay I promise. I need you to take some deep breaths for me okay?"

     Thomas tried. He really tried, but he couldn't breathe and he couldn't see.

     That just got him more worked up.

    Before he knew it there was pressure against his mouth. It was soft and good...shit Newt was kissing him.

     Focus on that. You know how to do that.

     Thomas let his brain take over as he kissed the boy back just like how he knew to. It was muscle memory at this point. He didn't know where he was or what was going on but he knew how to kiss his fucking boyfriend.

     When Newt pulled back Thomas' hands were still a little shaky but everything was okay and there.

     What the fuck just happened?

     Thomas took in big breaths trying to recover from his major freakout.

     "Thomas," Minho said suddenly. "I think we need to talk."

     Newt glared at him. "Tommy's freaking out. I'm gonna take him back to his room."

     "Thomas," Minho tried again weakly. "I really need to talk to you."

     Thomas' head was spinning. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to tuck Newt away in his bed and forget the world outside existed. He started processing what happened to him, he knew that's what Minho wanted to ask him about. He slipped through the times. Something messed up and he went back to 2003.

     Sorry Minho.

     "I wanna go to my room," Thomas croaked out. His voice sounded wrecked and broken, it scared him.

     Newt helped him up to his feet, keeping his arm around his waist.

     "We'll go to the room," Newt said softly as he kept a careful eye on Thomas. Newt was treating him like glass and he would have hated it more if he wasn't so desperate for his comfort right now.

     They left without another word, walking to the room in silence. When they got into Thomas' room, Newt gently tugged at the hem of Thomas' t-shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it on the floor.

     "You're still sweating," Newt said as he pushed Thomas' hair out of his eyes.

     Thomas smiled softly. "And you're being nice to me."

     Newt rolled his eyes and gently pushed Thomas down to the bed. "You need to chill out for a bit, that was quite an episode back there."

     Thomas pouted and reached out for Newt. "Lay with me then."

     "You think I'd leave you alone after that? You're stupider than I thought."

     Thomas huffed out a laugh, smiling as Newt laid down next to him, letting Thomas put his head on his chest.

     Newt trailed his fingertips down Thomas' bare spine, making him shiver, but in the best way possible.

     "You were saying some weird stuff back there."

     Fuck.

     "I'm sorry," Thomas said softly as he rested his hand on Newt's stomach.

     "Hey, no." Newt gently pried his hand away. "You're not allowed to do that, I can't fucking think when you do that."

     Thomas held back his smile. Trust me, I know.

     "You know we have to talk about it."

     "I don't want to."

     "Minho wanted to."

     Thomas sighed and picked his head up. "Can you stop being so crazy jealous of Minho."

      Newt shrugged. "Can't help it."

     Thomas lightly rolled his eyes. "I don't want anything to do with Minho."

     "You guys are close."

     "Because he listens to me rant about your moody ass."

     "I'm not moody."

     Thomas scoffed. "Yeah and I'm not gay."

     Newt gently pinched his sides, making Thomas jump.

     "Hey! That was mean."

     "I won't be mean to you if tell me what I want to know."

     Thomas sighed and let his head fall back onto Newt's chest. "I don't know why I freaked out like that."

     Lie.

     "So you have no idea why you kept insisting I wasn't real and that you were sorry for what you did."

     "Nope."

     "You're a shitty liar."

     "No I'm not."

     "Then how'd I know you were lying?"

     "I wasn't lying!"

     Newt rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

     Thomas pouted and slid his hand up Newt's shirt. "This is the most you've let me touch you since I got here and you just wanna talk. Can't we just lay here and not talk."

     Newt huffed softly before pulling Thomas' hand out again.

     "Tommy?"

     "Hm."

     "Are you okay?"

     "What?"

     "Back there, you were crying pretty hard."

     "I know."

     "Are you okay?"

     Thomas thought about that for a second.

     "Right now? Yes. In general? I don't know."

     "You had me worried a bit," Newt admitted as he kept trailing his fingertips along Thomas' skin. His touch rose goosebumps but Thomas was too blissed out to complain.

     "See you do care."

     Newt didn't reply to that, he just hummed softly.

     "You kissed me."

     "What?"

     "You kissed me."

     Newt huffed out a laugh. "Wow you're so observant."

     Thomas lifted his head. "That was out first kiss."

     "It made you stop freaking out."

     "Well did you like it?"

     Newt snorted. "Tommy you were sobbing and hyperventilating."

     Thomas frowned. "That isn't what I meant."

     "What did you mean then?"

     "Do you wanna kiss me when I'm not sobbing and hyperventilating?"

     Newt jerked his head in some weird type of nod.

      Thomas' eyes flicked over his face. Newt really was fucking beautiful. His hair was always in his eyes which was a shame because his warm brown eyes were really a sight.

     "Does that mean I get to kiss you now?"

     Thomas just then realized how close their faces were.

     "If you want to," Newt whispered softly.

     Thomas gave into his every desire and pressed his lips against the blonde boy's. He didn't miss the way Newt's muscles tightened and how his hand stopped moving so his fingers could curl against Thomas' back.

     This time when Thomas slid his hand back under his shirt, Newt didn't stop it.

     Newt kissed Thomas. Thomas kissed Newt. They may have kissed for hours, who knew, it felt like they exchanged lazy kisses until the sun was well past set.

     "Newt?" Thomas whispered in the dark, once Newt finally got too tired to kiss anymore.

     "Yeah Tommy?"

     "Thank you."

     Newt didn't say anything, he just held him tighter as they fell asleep.

March 16th 1998

     "So what the hell happened yesterday?!" Minho snapped as he finally got Thomas alone. Newt was stuck to him like glue after his little freakout. Thomas really didn't mind though. They kissed a lot now, lazy kisses in the morning, kissed before breakfast, kisses after breakfast, kisses just because they could.

     "I slipped between times."

     "How the hell did you do that?"

     "I don't know, but I don't think I have a lot of time yet."

      "Can you tell me what exactly you have to do?"

     Thomas sighed as he tugged on his hair. "I have to stop Newt from killing my dad."

    "What the fuck?!"

     "What?!"

     "Newt kills your dad?!"

     "A lot happens in the future Minho."

     "Why the fuck does Newt kill your dad?!"

     "It's a long story. He was trying to kill me...and Newt...and you."

     "Thomas what the everliving fuck."

     "Listen! It's complicated."

     "How is it complicated?! Just tell me what the fuck happens."

     "I can't! You're gonna freak out and I can't fuck up again Minho, I can't."

     "So what's your plan? Get Newt to fall in love with you, then beg him to not kill your dad because you're from the fucking future?"

     "I just need him to trust me. Getting to kiss him is a bonus."

     "This plan seems wrong and fucked up."
Thomas rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the boost of confidence."

     Minho suddenly looked serious. "You need to tell Newt."

     "What?"

     "You need to tell him who you are."

     "He would never believe me."

     "I believed you."

     "But you're you, he's...well he's Newt."

     "You said you'd do anything to protect him right?"

     "Well yeah..."

     "Than you need to tell him."

    Thomas frowned. "I just got him not to hate me."

     "He never hated you you fucking stupid ass dense moron...speaking of morons where is Newt."

     "Sleeping."

     "Still? It's like noon."

     "We got breakfast but he fell back asleep. I kept him up all night."

     "Okay gross."

     "No not like that. He finally let me kiss him so I think I did about a hundred times."

     Minho scoffed out a laugh. "You're not whipped or anything."

     Thomas rolled his eyes. "Anyways, how do I even bring it up?"

     "Tell him that you want to talk about your freakout and tell him the real reason that it happened."

     "I've never lied to him."

     "But you haven't been telling him the truth."

     "Just the whole truth."

     "Yeah that's technically lying."

     Thomas groaned and tugged on his hair. "This feels like a trap."

     "You said it yourself, you're running out of time."

     "I know. El can't keep me frozen forever."

     "I'm sorry what?"

     Thomas waved his hand. "An even longer story."

     "Will you please go tell him?!"

     "Fine!" Thomas snapped. "But whatever happens is on you."

     "Fair."

     Thomas rolled his eyes before turning to head back to his room. His stomach was twisting as he walked down the carpeted hallway. How exactly would Newt react to this?

     When he creaked open the door Newt was still asleep, the blankets around his waist and his hair all messed up.

     Thomas smiled and carefully crawled on top of him, pressing soft kisses to his jaw. Fucking hell how he missed this.

     Newt groaned and turned his head. "I'm fuckin sleeping."

     Thomas pressed a kiss under his ear. "Not anymore."

     "Because stupid clingy boys won't leave me alone."

     Thomas gasped in fake hurt. "Is that really what you think of me Newt?"

     Newt rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Bloody hell, you kiss them once and they never leave you alone."

     "I'm pretty sure we kissed a lot more than once."

     Newt hummed and pulled Thomas' down so he was fully on top of him. Newt pressed his face into Thomas' neck and looped his arms around him.

    "Someone is really touchy this morning."

     "You always ruin everything with your fuckin words."

     "I wasn't complain- hey!" Thomas squirmed when Newt bit his neck.

     "That was a que for you to stop talking."

     "Bu-"

     Newt leaned back and rolled his eyes. "Do you wanna keep talking or do you wanna makeout?"

      Thomas stomach clenched and twisted, that's like waving candy in front of a baby. Fuck, Newt was there and under him and shirtless and his hair was already a mess. Minho's words played back in his mind, he had to tell Newt, he had to tell Newt, he ha-fuck.

     Newt's mouth was on his neck again, mouthing at the skin. Thomas' brain was short circuiting.

     "Now who's the distracting one," Thomas muttered as his eyes fluttered closed.

     "You can't wake me up, looking like that and not expect this outcome," Newt hummed as he tried to angle Thomas' face so he could kiss him.

     Stay strong Thomas, you have a mission to accomplish.

     "I was talking to Minho."

     Newt froze immediately. "What the fuck Thomas?! I'm trying to start stuff and you wanna talk about Minho." Newt starting squirming underneath him. "Get off me."

     "Hey," Thomas said softly as he held his wrists down. "Would you control your irrational jealousy and listen to me?"

     "No."

     Thomas rolled his eyes. "Don't be a brat."

     "Don't call me a brat."

     "Newt," Thomas said as he looked into his eyes. "Can you just listen to me? Please? I promise when I'm done talking you can leave."

     "You're never done talking."

     Thomas grinned. "Exactly, I'm keeping you locked away in here forever."

     "Hot."

     Thomas put his hand over his mouth. "Okay you can't make comments or touch me, because then I won't be able to think."

     "You're the one who's on top of me," Newt mumbled from under Thomas' hand.

     "I'm serious!"

     Newt rolled his eyes but Thomas could tell he was agreeing. He let go of Newt's mouth and took a deep breath.

     "You were right, I lied to you yesterday. I do know why I freaked out and I do know why I said what I said. I know a lot of things you think I don't and that's mostly because I really didn't tell anyone the whole story about where I came from." Thomas took a deep breath. "I didn't tell anyone because they'd think I'm crazy or a liar. I thought I could do this by myself, but I'm struggling ad I need your help Newt."

     Thomas could practically see the gears in Newt's head spinning. He looked confused, scared and intrigued all at once.

     "Why did you lie to me?" He asked suddenly.

     "Because I didn't think you'd believe me if I told you the truth."

     Newt frowned. "That's not fair Tommy, you assumed my reaction before even giving me a chance."

     "I know, and I'm really sorry."

     "We shouldn't lie to each other," Newt said softly as his eye's skimmed over Thomas' face. "I want to trust you...Tommy if I let you get close to me you can't lie to me."

     Thomas' heart clenched. "I know. I promise. After I tell you, you can ask me anything and I swear it Newt, I'll tell you the truth."

     Newt raised his pinky in front of Thomas' face. "No more lies okay?"

     Thomas found himself smiling, god was he fucking cute.

     Thomas locked his pinky with Newt's. "No more lies, I promise."

     "Alright," Newt said as he dropped Thomas' finger and put his hands behind his head. "I'm ready, tell me what you want to tell me."

     "So uhm, what do you know about time travel?"

     Newt's face scrunched up in confusion. "Time travel? It's always been a, I don't know what to call it, a myth I guess."

     "It's not a myth Newt."

     Thomas' expression looked serious as he looked down at Newt.

     "Newt, I came from the future."