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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"What is it?" Newt asked, a worried look on his face.
Thomas looked him in the eyes. How would he explain? He needed to release the pressure he had in himself. He needed Newt to know how bad, terrible he felt, how worried he was that he might lose a person, his mother.
"I'm-.... I will tell you everything," Thomas said, looking around to find people still staring at them.
Newt nodded his head slowly and brushed his finger over Thomas' fingers, which were locked together with his gentle ones. He didn't know what Thomas wanted to tell him, but knew that he felt uncomfortable telling it in public.
"You're fine though, right?" he asked.
"Yeah.... Actually, it would be better if I show you.... Less tears, you know...."
Newt frowned slightly, but nodded anyway. He didn't know how to react. Thomas wanted to tell him, show him something so important, it owerwhelmed him. His mind was begging for answers, so he tugged on Thomas' hand slightly and brought them off the rink.
They quickly went to the dressing room and got their skates into the lockers, putting on their shoes. They got their stuff, Newt his dark yellow bag and Thomas his blue one. Newt went to grab Thomas' hand again, but noticed that they weren't on the rink anymore, so he kept his hands by himself.
He gave Thomas a sad smile when they made their way out of the building. Thomas had the same thought, his had felt empty. He never thought he had the courage to do it, but he slightly stepped closer to the blonde and took his hand.
Newt bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to smile. He wrapped his fingers around Thomas' fingers, locking them together a second time that day. They began walking.
Newt somehow figured out that Thomas wanted to bring him to his home, which made him even more nervous. He didn't know what was waiting for him. He didn't know what to say when Thomas stopped walking and was standing in front of a small apartment.
Newt was only hoping that Thomas didn't live there. The apartment was old. The white paint was almost a grayish color and the front door was broken. Looking up, some windows were smashed, old ants behind them, mostly dead ones.
"I- y-you live-"
"Yes.... I get it if you don't want to go in, we c-" Thomas ccut off Newt's sentence, who did the same, not happy with what Thomas said.
As much as he thought about how ugly and old the building was, he was more curious and it made him sad for Thomas to think that way. He squeezed the brunet's hand gently.
"I want to, just-.... Tell me if something is wrong, yeah?"
Thomas hummed slightly. He closed his eyes before opening them again. Newt was looking at him. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do. Newt reached up with his hand to Thomas' face.
The brunet was about to back up, but noticed what Newt was up to. The blonde cupped the brunet's soft cheek in his hand and made him look into his eyes. He had a blush on his face, his eyes fixed on Newt's gorgeous brown ones.
Newt's breath got caught in his throat when he noticed Thomas was holding back tears. He didn't care if he knew Thomas for maybe two weeks, he didnt care if he lived in that building. He didn't know, something was tugging him toward the brunet.
"Tell me, show me.... If something is not okay, tell me," Newt whispered.
Thomas croaked out an 'okay' and breathed in deeply. He slowly took Newt's hand from his cheek and placed it on his shoulder. The brunet hugged the blonde, he hugged him so tightly, Newt was drowning in his arms.
"Okay.... Okay- I-.... It's-it's my mom.... She-.... Do you want to come in?" he asked, stuttering.
Newt nodded his head. Thomas took his hand again, walking with Newt into the building. There was a woman standing, greeting Thomas. She had blonde hair in a bun and looked like she just came from the office.
"Hey Thomas, a friend over?" she asked, greeting Thomas with a small smile.
"Oh- this is Becky, Becky this is Newt," Thomas introduced.
She gave Newt a small smile, which Newt returned. She looked at Thomas' and the blonde's locked hands, making her smirk.
"More than a friend, I see-"
"Oh-uh no...."
The woman didn't believe the boy obviously, but nodded. She said her goodbye and went out of the building. The brunet pulled his hair out of his face and tugged on Newt's hand to the stairs.
"She's the owner of this place," Thomas explained.
Newt only nodded his head and went with the brunet up the stairs. He didn't know what to say when they had reached Thomas' place, or what he assumed was his place. The wooden door couldn't close that well, so Thomas only needed to push it.
When they got into the apartment, Newt held back a gasp. They were in a kitchen. Everything was clean, but the red walls. The chairs were wooden, the table, everything was made of wood from what he could see. The wall was looking weird.
It was like as if someone threw red paint on it. Newt had guessed the worst when he had entered the building, but was quite relieved that it didn't look like a hunted apartment.
"Tom, you're home?" a voice came from another room.
"Yes, how are you.... My mom," Thomas whispered the last two words.
Newt nodded. He cleared his throat slightly and brushed hair from his forehead. A woman appeared in the kitchen from the side room.
"Oh, you have a friend.... I mean, hi, I'm Jacky," she said.
Newt have her a warm smile. She looked sick, was in sweats and had a pale face. Her eyes were light brown, like Thomas' ones, her hair was brown as well and she had almost the same upturned nose as her son. When the woman gave Newt the same smile he gave her, Newt knew that she was a great person.
It was like he could see Thomas in her, as if he could feel how she acted and how she felt. The woman, Jacky pulled out her hand and shook Newt's.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Newt, yours, mi-"
"Oh, I'm no miss for you, call me Jacky," she replied.
Thomas smiled at them. He forgot that he had the medicine Jacky needed was in his bag, so he quickly opened the bag and and looked for it. Newt and Jacky where silent when Thomas pulled out a package of pills.
"Here, I bought them."
Jacky took the package before hugging Thomas tightly. The brunet hugged back with one arm, the other holding Newt's warm hand.
