necessary | newtmas au

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 | flash

❝you're the white swan in my photograph,❞
- cigarettes after sex

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"HERE," Newt said, walking back towards Thomas—who was sitting, like usual, at the table in the far back corner of the cafe—with two cups of coffee in hand. He placed Thomas' down.

"Thank you," Thomas smiled, looking up at Newt, following his eyes as he sat down. Newt was about to start conversing with Thomas, before feeling a buzz in his back pocket, followed by one or two more. He pulled out his phone to face a couple texts from Lizzy:

lizzy ♡
5:35pm - fucking ask him, i swear to god
5:35pm - PLEASEE

Newt scrunched his eyebrows, frowning at the message.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asked, seeing Newt's expression.

"Oh, nothing, I was just... scrolling on some socials and a weird post came up." Newt covered up what was actually happening on his phone, afraid that what he thought Lizzy was talking about was correct.

lizzy ♡
5:36pm - u know what im talking about.

Another text came through, making Newt frown even more—but this time, he hid it well, not wanting Thomas to ask about it again. Quickly, Newt shot back a text, moving his thumbs across the screen's keyboard swiftly.

me
5:36pm - no, lizzy, i dont know what ur talking about

Newt, satisfied with his response, slipping his phone back into his pocket, not wanting to deal with it anymore.

Thomas, oblivious to all that just happened, started to speak to Newt, "So, I was thinking—"

Buzzes from Newt's phone caused Thomas to be cut off, "Wait, hold on, I'm so sorry, someone's texting," Newt apologetically said, Thomas understanding. The blond pulled out his phone, opening text messages from Lizzy once more.

lizzy ♡
5:37pm - OMGG ur helpless
5:37pm - u like himm
5:38pm - and dont say u dont we both know ur lying
5:38pm - maybe not only to me, but also urself

"Sorry, sorry," He expressed his regret to Thomas again, who still nodded in acknowledgement. Newt began to type again, words filling up the box that was meant to be filled up with words and words of letters. But, Newt paused when a text that dropped down from the top of his screen stopped him.

minho!!
5:39pm - FUCKING ADMIT UR FEELINGS FOR HIM GODDAMNIT

Newt rolled his eyes lightly, putting his phone on do not disturb before shoving it into his back pocket for the final time.

It has been like this for a while now. First, it was just Minho sending him sly texts like this—luckily, he never really said anything in person, or at least he tried not to. Newt usually ignored it, leaving him on read, which is exactly what he was doing now; But lately, with Lizzy coming to visit a couple days ago and everything, the texts and pressure had been way more frequent.

"Alright, alright, we're good now. Continue," Newt grinned, repositioning himself on the chair.

"Okay," Thomas smiled, "So, I was thinking that because the school year is almost over, and that we only have a little over a week of tutoring left, we can just kind of... relax a bit. We don't have to work as much... Just take it easy. Paige and Janson don't have to know,"

Newt looked at Thomas, "Fuck yeah," He chuckled, "Thank god."

Thomas laughed lightly, not responding.