I stood watering the plants when I caught Newts conversation.
"Thanks J"
"Newt?" I asked.
"Yes love?" He answered.
"Why don't you ever call anyone by their proper name?"
"Because I like to have nicknames for people" He shrugged.
"You can't have nicknames for everyone that's impossible"
"I do"
"Really? Prove it, Minho?"
"Min, or Mean-hoe"
"Thomas?"
"Tommy"
"Gally?"
"Gal"
"Me?"
He smirked " What do you think it is love?"
"I don't know"
"Come on love don't play dumb"
"Love? Why of all things, love?"
"I don't know, I like calling you love"
"Can I give you a nickname?" I asked him.
"Sure love"
"Ok what about Newtie?" I asked.
"Ehhh no" He cringed.
"Too late I've decided"
"Why don't you call me your boyfriend?"
"Oh real smooth Newt real smooth"
"Ok but seriously" He said.
"I would like that but I'm still calling you Newtie"
"Uhhh fine, girlfriend I love very much"