The end

What the hell?!

"So where'd you two go?" Alby asked as he grabbed Newts shoulder.

"Oh um, he just said he wanted to go for a walk, got a little too much for him i guess" Newt said, Smiling, as if a way to persuade Alby.

"You wouldn't lie to me right?"

"Ofcourse not, you know I trust you with my Life Alby"

"So why are you lying now?" Alby said as he stepped Forward

"I-Im not, why would you say that-"

"I know you're lying! You're lying, admit it!" Alby said as he shoved Newt backwards, the blonde Flinching at his friends sudden outburst

"I'm not lying!"Newt shouted back

"Tell me the truth! What did he tell you?!"

"Alby!" Newt yelled, finally snapping his friend back to reality

"What's happening?!" Thomas shouted once he finally reached the homestead after hearing shouting

"N-nothing, nothings wrong" Newt said as he barged past The two boys, heading towards the door

"Everything alright?" Minho said as his head popped out from the doorway. Newt, yet again barged past Minho. Thomas and Minho's heads turning to face Alby

"What just happened?" Minho said as he stepped inside

"Nothing, just had a disagreement is all" Alby said as he made his way up the stairs, if Thomas remembered correctly, to the keepers and his and Newts rooms. Thomas and Minho looked at eachother questionably before Thomas sighed

"I'm going to go see if Newts alright" was all he said before he was out the homestead and making his way towards Where the two boys sat minutes before.

"Newt?" Thomas said 15 minutes later as he still continued to look for his Friend, he would be lying to himself if he said he wouldn't spend all night looking for him. Newt may not know it, but he was Thomas's Bestfriend, even if they hadn't seen eachother for Two or more years. Nothing would change it.

"Come on Newt, I just want to continue our talk. Please?" Thomas said as he sighed. He haulted to a stop once he saw a figure on the ground

"Newt?" He said as he got closer, and he came across a sleeping Newt, his hair slightly ruffled and his back against a tree with his arms folded. Thomas couldn't decide if he should walk away or stay with him. But soon decided on the latter.