"brenda brenda brenda what the actual fuck do i wear?"
thomas was currently pacing around his room in brenda and thomas' shared apartment, having a heart attack and a half. he had no clue what to wear to meet up with newt.
it wasn't a date, but like, he still needed to look relatively attractive (if you asked newt then he'd say he's attractive anyway no matter what he wears or looks like, but still).
"just wear anything." brenda was sprawled on his bed, eating pringles whilst scrolling through instagram.
"that's so helpful." he groaned. "i'm gonna cry in a second."
"boo hoo."
"why didn't i call teresa??" the brunet whined, opening his wardrobe for the 100th time. "can i just sit in my wardrobe and cry?"
"you came out of the closet a long time ago sweetheart, it's a bit late now." brenda snorted. "but seriously, i've met newt, he won't care less what you wear. just put on some jeans and a top."
"should i cuff my jeans so he gets the idea that i'm at least bi?" he pondered, closing his wardrobe door again after throwing a pair of jeans onto the bed.
the girl rolled her eyes, throwing her phone to the side. "tom, baby, i think he already knows you're gay."
"ok, ok, ok. i think i already said i was gay anyway. but, get out so i can get changed." thomas walked over to the side of the bed, stealing a pringle.
"hey, do you mind!-" she batted his hand away. "i can't be bothered to get up."
he sighed. "would you prefer me to just start getting changed whilst your here?"
"i mean sure, just warn me and i'll turn the other way. we're both gay so it's fine." she shrugged, turning away.
he grimaced. "ew. get out, please."
"fine, fine." she smiled, laughing and standing up to leave.
okay, thomas. you are going to not make a fool of yourself. you are going to be nice to newt, and you are going to make a good impression. thomas recited to himself in his head.
he refused to make himself look stupid.
he was currently walking to the cafe he was planning to meet newt at. he was late.
it's thomas. he isn't punctual.
he just isn't.
his face lit up when he saw the blond smiling at him, causing him to lift his head up and quicken his pace. he was about a metre away from him when his feet decided to give way and force him to trip over.
head first.
onto the floor.
if it weren't for the sound of newt bursting out into laughter then he probably would've started crying right then and there. thomas built up the courage to stand up, seeing newt crying of laughter.
"t-tommy, you're an absolute idiot!" he choked up, covering his mouth as he laughed uncontrollably.
"that was really embarrassing." he whined, looking around him. "did anyone see?"
"i think it would've been hard not to see."
"blondie!" he complained. "let's just go inside."
he huffed, dragging the boy along with him.
newt just smiled to himself, letting himself be dragged away before a sudden thought interrupted him.
"wait, tommy." he stopped walking, causing thomas to turn around and cock his head to the side in confusion.
which was adorable in newt's opinion.
"did you hurt yourself when you tripped?"
thomas chuckled, shaking his head. "no! of course not, it was a tiny trip. i'm clumsy, anyway. sorry for being late, by the way."
"you weren't late. it's fine, i had only been there for, like, a bloody minute."
lies.
newt has been there for like 5-10 minutes before, panicking that thomas was gonna be early and it's be his fault for leaving the brunet to be out by himself in the cold.
it was november, after all.
(i need a christmas chapter in this ff it needs to be autumn / winter in this xx christmas at edinburgh sounds so nice so i might make them go on a road trip to scotland for christmas then rent a holiday house there for like a week and then sNOW AND NEWTMAS DATES AKDJJCHSJS sorry ok)
"ah, alright! i'm glad." thomas gave newt his signature smile, making the british heat up slightly and avert his gaze to the ground.
"yeah, uh, are you sure you didn't graze yourself?"
"eh, who cares."
"i do. show me your leg." newt rolled his eyes. "sit on the bench over there, you twat."
thomas stuck his tongue out childishly. "fine!"
he went over to the bench, flopping himself down onto it. newt followed suit, but instead of sitting down, he just kneeled down and awaited for the brunet to roll up his trouser leg, which he did.
"it's grazed."
"oh well." he shrugged. "can we go to the cafe now?"
"no. we are going to go to the supermarket and get a plaster." newt huffed.
"it's a graze, blondie."
"i know, tommy."
"it doesn't hurt."
"i don't care. it could get infected, and then you could get poisoned, and then oh my god you could die and it'd be my fault-"
newt was cut off by thomas' laughter.
"honestly, blondie, you do stress a lot, don't you?"
"i'm just sensible."
"alright, alright, come on, let's just go to boots."
so, they went to the local asda whilst talking about random stuff, just finding comfort in each other's words. they might have been talking about shit, but neither could be happier.
i mean, if they were holding hands then they could've been.
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"i want the peppa pig plasters."
thomas was looking at the stickers, holding up the box of peppa pig stickers before chucking them into the basket.
newt just sighed, sending him a glare when he threw them.
"bloody hell, you act like a 5 year old. stop throwing the buggin' plasters everywhere."
"i do not act like a 5 year old!" he literally pouted.
like, pouted.
newt couldn't help but think it was absolutely adorable.
"yes, you do."
"you're so mean to me."
"get over it, tommy." he walked off away from the medicine aisle. "should we get a drink from here? i can't be arsed to go to the cafe now."
"god, your accent is the cutest." thomas laughed. "yeah, sure though." he jogged up to catch up with him.
they both just walked in silence around the shop, processing what the hell he just said.
"alright, uh, what are we getting?"
"meal deal baby!" the brunet whooped, lifting his hands in the air.
"the boots meal deals are the best though." newt smiled, chucking at his immature behaviour.
"they really are. like, god, the higgidy rolls are just mwah." thomas did that thing where you kiss your two fingers and like raise them. the author has currently forgotten what the fuck she is talking about. :)
"oh my god, do you like those as well? the cheese and onion ones?"
"yes, of course i do, blondie!"
"sonya gets so pissed with me whenever i buy those because they're expensive." he smirked.
"that's why the boots meal deals are so good!"
"yes."
newt nodded in agreement, picking up two of the packets.
"get your own sandwich and drink because i don't know what you want." he paused. "obviously."
and so 5 minutes later they were arguing about who was going to pay.
"i'll pay because they're my plasters."
"we're not buying 10 packets of stickers, are we? we're buying other stuff, which is also mine."
"yeah, but i have more items to buy than you do."
"but i made you buy the plasters."
"i don't care, i'm using them."
"well if i buy them then i'll take them home."
thomas pondered over this for a second. whilst he was thinking, newt used the time to scan his card.
"ha!" he stuck his nose up at thomas, who frowned.
"that's mean! but fine, you're taking the plasters home now."
"they're like 50p, tommy. but fine."
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they were currently sat on a bench, eating their higgidy rolls and talking about random stuff. they enjoyed the company of the other. thomas was literally one 'tommy' away from asking newt on a date right then and there. it was so cute how he called him tommy! with his little british accent. plus, nobody else called him tommy. for teresa and brenda it was just 'tom', or sometimes weird nicknames like tomtom, thomato or toenail. they had weird brains, but so did thomas so it worked. but it was different with newt (probably because he was already cute, but still).
newt found the nickname blondie adorable as well. as much as he pretended to hate it, he actually really loved it. but, he thinks if anyone else called him blondie then he'd be rather irritated.
for example, minho. it got on his nerves whenever he called him blondie.
just ew.
"it looks like it's gonna rain." newt frowned, looking up at the sky.
"yeah, it sort of does. i forgot to bring a coat or umbrella as well!" thomas sighed, slumping back into the bench.
"i brought an umbrella. we could always use that if it starts raining."
as if on cue, it began to spit rain on them.
"great. i'll get my umbrella." newt opened his bag, getting the umbrella out of it. "we can walk to teresa's and i'll walk back to mine from there."
"you sure that's okay?"
"yeah, it's fine."
"thanks, blondie!"
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"thanks for today, tommy." newt bowed his head slightly.
"i didn't even do anything!" thomas smiled. "you literally bought everything."
"still. you kept me company, i guess."
"if anything, i'm surprised you haven't run away from me!"
"i plan on keeping you around a bit longer." newt returned the smile. "plus, i have the plasters, anyway. i stole them, ha."
"so rude. i said you could, anyway."
they stood in a comfortable silence for a bit, before thomas spoke up.
"hey, uh, we should meet up again. like... a date, though?" he kicked himself for being so awkward, wanting to just start crying and die.
newt blinked a few times, smiling. "are you asking me on a date, tommy?"
he didn't reply, but just stood there, cheeks flushed.
"if you are, then i'd say yes."
"i am, then."
"great. now, it's cold. go inside." newt smiled.
"are you sure you'll be fine walking back by yourself?" thomas frowned. "it's cold. you literally just said it was yourself."
"really, it's fine. i don't live far away from tess anyway."
"alright, i guess."
"bye." the british smiled at the brunet, who just smiled back.
but not before he leant forward and placed a small peck on his cheek.
"bye, blondie."