an ice skating tournament that changed two lives. thomas, a poor boy with issues at home, not much money, barely able to get food to his home for his bed sick mother and his sister.
newt, a boy who seemed to be happy on the outside, sadly not on th...
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"Dude, do ya think this guy is an old pedophile?"
"What, why?" Newt asked, placing a plate into the dishwasher.
They were in the café they were working at. Of course, everyone who saw Newt would pity on him and think that he'd be very rich in a young age, but the blonde hadn't touched his parents money at all. After buying a house, he felt guilty, he felt pain.
Newt and Minho made themselves a promise. They promised to only use the money when they would be in the worst situation they could be in. They worked for everything and nothing, it felt just fine.
"Because his name sounds so old, who names his kid Thomas Edison?" Minho asked, passing Newt some plates.
"A cool mother? Or a father? I don't know, but we're gonna find out in a few hours... If we hurry up."
Minho scoffed at that. It was stressful to work as a waiter, but they didn't complain, it even made them feel better, as if they didn't use money from Newt's parents for a house. They worked hard to keep up with everything, and it was fine with them.
Newt was done, so he went to the counter, shocked when he sww more than three costumers waiting. He was only gone for five minutes, or so he had thought. He brushed some hair from his lightly feckled face and smiled at the costumers.
The first costumer was a blonde haired woman. She had a slight smile on her face and held her purse in one hand. Newt gave her a small smile and greeted her, getting her order, he went to the coffee maker and made the woman a latte.
"Here you go, keep the rest," the woman said quietly, giving Newt more than she should have paid.
The next one was boy. Newt couldn't get his eyes off him. It would be a lie to say that the boy in front of him looked ugly, he was beautiful. He had soft brown hair, gorgeous hazel eyes and a mole dotted face, and lips like a cherry flavored ice cream.
"Uh hey, a macchiato, please," the boy said.
Newt could only nod at him. His voice was so soft. He seemed to be at the same height as the blonde and he had taken away his breath. Newt shook his head, trying to tear his gaze from the brunet.
How's he so beautiful?! Newt thought.
He pulled a small cup from the back and poured some in. He'd usually only do it with customers who had ordered an ice coffee or a milk shake, but he needed to know the boy's name. He had never felt such thing only by looking at someone.
"Can I know your name?" he asked.
"Thomas," the boy, Thomas answered.
Newt smiled at that. He took the black pen from his apron's pocket and wrote the name on the paper cut. He made sure it looked cursive and beautiful. When he was about to hand it the brunet, both their hands touched.
