Inside(Newtmas fanfic)

My Tommy

But I'm not good with directions and I hide behind my mouth,

I'm a pro at imperfections and I'm best friends with my doubt,

And now that my mind's out, and now I hear it clear and loud,

I'm thinking, "Wow, I probably should've stayed inside my house."

Twenty One Pilots - The Judge

Isn't it weird how you only notice something is missing when it vanishes from your life?

Thomas had stopped bothering him: he wouldn't touch him, flirt with him or sext him anymore. Newt always stared at him as if he expected him to do something. Had it become a habit? Or did he actually want Thomas? He wouldn't know. Everything confused him.

However, that talk didn't stop Thomas from liking him. He would always look at him with his eyebrows scrunched and sad eyes, ass if Newt had become nothing more than just a painful memory to him.

Their friendship wasn't the same anymore. They could barely talk or communicate. It was worse than fighting, because it was unreasonable. It was all messed up.

Newt tried to distract himself with Sean, but everything reminded him of that bloody brunet boy. He had thought that cutting out the physical contact would sort things out. He couldn't be more wrong.

"So, do I have to get you two stuck in an elevator and make you fuck - even though I don't really have to - so you can make up?" Minho casually asked on the way to third period.

"We didn't fight. We just talked."

"Said the boy who left his eye black during a great rough sex."

"For the last time, Minho, we did not have rough sex. That was a bloody accident." Accidents. That seemed to happen a lot between them. We kissed, oh but it was totally accidental. A blowjob? An accident. Spooning? Yep, another accident. A handjob? Obviously an accident.

"Alright, sorry, I believe you, man." He said not believing him at all.

The class was kind of full when they got there. They were obviously late, again. There was a seat in the back of the class and one beside the one and only Thomas.

"Don't worry, I'll leave you with two options." Minho said, for Newt's relief.

"Thank Go-"

"Either sit by his side or on top of him." Minho pushed him out of the way and rushed to the seat on the back of the room.

Motherfucker, he mouthed. Newt groaned and sat beside Thomas.

"Hi, Newt."

"Hey, Tommy." That was how they had been talking lately. It was horrible for both of them, now strangers with memories. "So..."

"So..."

"Have you done the homework?" Newt said quickly, his heart almost jumping out of his mouth, everything just to beat the best score of Newt-and-Thomas'-longest-awkward-conversation.

"Uh, no. How about you?" Thomas wanted to do the same.

"No. I mean, I wanted to, but I didn't." He was so focused on keeping it up that he simply forgot to keep the nonsense off. "Actually, no. I didn't want to."

Thomas chuckled forcedly. "Yeah, same." Then, the conversation died. "So..."

"So..."

"How's Sean?" He was so desperate to find something to talk about that he even brought that little shit up.