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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"Hey Newt, where you going?"
Newt was surprised when Thomas walked up behind him. He was pushing his bike beside Minho, enjoying the autumnly weather. It was warm, still windy, but Newt loved it. He wore a yellow hoodie with a daisy on it, one of his favorites. His hair was messy due thhe wind blowing every now and then.
His heart almost stopped beating when Thomas was walking right beside him. The brunet gave him a small smile before looking at Minho. Obviously, they haven't met the other day, but it made Thomas even more curious.
"Oh hey, Tommy- I shit- I mean Thomas," Newt said, shocked to bring up a nickname.
"Oh, Tommy? I like it... Who are you?"
Thomas gave Minho a quick smile. The raven haired boy smirked and shrugged with his shoulders, looking forward the sidewalk.
"I'm prince-"
"Shut up, Min. that's Minho, my best mate... We live together with our sisters," Newt explained.
Thomas gave him a nod, noting it in his head. He smiled slightly when Newt huffed to his hair, trying to pull it back with his head shaking. He didn't expect comforting fingers running through his hair.
His eyes widened and he couldn't help, but blush into a deep red color. He felt so good when the brunet touched him with his gentle fingers, stroking the hair back in place. He craved for more, he needed his touch.
"Thanks," he murmured.
"You didn't tell me, where are you going?" Thomas asked again.
"Oh-uh, Min's going to the rink, I'm heading to the café actually..."
Thomas was actually heading to the rink, but he couldn't say no to a cup of coffee or maybe some tea. He couldn't say no to Newt. He wanted to see his beautiful smile, he wanted to talk to him, maybe spend some time with him off the rink.
"Oh well, that's where I'm going as well... How about a coffee together? When do you have break?" Thomas asked.
"Oh, I can take a break whenever I want to, we can sit maybe, just talk... Are you-"
"No, I'm not busy, everything fine."
Minho huffed out a chuckle. Of course he noticed how his best friend was acting in front of the brunet, and of course he noticed how they were looking at each other. He also noticed how Thomas had lied about going to the café.
***
"Here you go.... Do you still want me to sit down-"
"Yes, of course," Thomas said, cutting off Newt's sentence.
Thomas was sitting in a booth, his cup of coffee in front of him, nicely decorated. Newt didn't know if he should go or not, he had some work in the kitchen, but knew Mary, a girl who worked there too, would do his job. He mentally apologized for Mary and sat down in front of the brunet.
