strings // newtmas au

first date

    "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?"