necessary | newtmas au

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | pretty nice

"THIS PLACE IS INSANE," Lizzy said as her, Newt, and Thomas walked through the candlelit corridors of Glade Academy. The walls were lined with beautiful pieces of art and elegant furniture, like hand-carved bookshelves and velvet-covered chaises, "I can't believe you go here."

"Honestly, same," Thomas chuckled, smiling at Lizzy. Then he turned to Newt, "Oh, by the way, Minho said he wants to go suit shopping for prom tomorrow. Wanna come with?"

Newt hesitated for a moment, sort of blinking back at the boy with no response.

"... Minho's words, not mine." Thomas added nervously, trying to make the offer sound better.

"You're going suit shopping a week before prom?" Newt asked, his tone light.

"Okay, no need to judge. Are you coming or not?" Thomas laughed softly.

"Well, okay. Sure," Newt agreed, smiling back at Thomas.

"Alright then," The corner of Thomas' mouth turned up, "Anyway, I should go now, since my dorm is this way." Thomas pointed behind him to the right, "I'll catch you tomorrow?"

"For sure," Newt waved goodbye, "See you." Thomas grinned sweetly as he turned around to leave, heading towards his dorm. He rounded a corner, and like that, he was out of view.

"God, that was hard to watch." Lizzy groaned.

"What? What do you mean?" Newt whipped his head around to face her, confused.

"You and Thomas, Newt. That little interaction you just had was so—" Lizzy paused, trying to think of a good adjective to describe the moment, "Painful to watch."

"Whatever," Newt shrugged, "C'mon, let's just go to my dorm already."

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"I still can't fucking believe that they're holding prom now." Minho brought up the next day as he, Newt, and Thomas were walking to the suit shop downtown, "It's basically the end of the school year."

"I know," Thomas agreed, "But better to have it late than never, right?"

"I guess so," Minho said, opening the door to the shop. He walked in, Newt and Thomas following him. They stand there for a bit awkwardly before Minho speaks up, "Guys, what are you doing? We're here to shop for suits for prom, let's go!"

"Okay, okay, sorry, calm down, Min," Thomas chuckled, lightly slapping Minho on his shoulder before beginning to walk away, "We're going."

Minho shook his head, laughing as he followed Thomas, with Newt trailing behind him. They started to look through numerous racks of clothes, their hands touching each and every suit. They felt the fabric as their eyes observed the color and the seams of the outfit, imagining how they wanted to be presented and approached a week from now.

"So..." Minho started, his eyes quickly glancing up at Thomas, who was looking on the other side of the rack he was on, "Do you guys think you'll be taking anyone to prom?"

Thomas avoided anyone's eyes, continuously looking down at the suits, "Um, I don't know." He cleared his throat, "Newt?"

Newt hesitated to answer, "... Probably not."

"Hm," Minho smirked, "Really? Thomas, you're not even gonna ask Teresa?"

"I already told you," Thomas sternly said to Minho, as he glanced at Newt swiftly out of the corner of his eye, "Teresa is just a friend."

"Good," Newt said, making the other two boys turn to look at him. Newt realized what he had just said, catching himself, "I mean, good, because then I would have to third-wheel you two in class, you know?"