NEWTMAS + DYLMAS ONESHOTS

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND (NEWTMAS)

A/N: Let's start this book off with a heart-wrenching story, shall we?———————————————

Thank You For Being My Friend {2,255 words}

The moment Thomas became conscious, he quickly sat up, regretting it immediately. There was pain in his side from where the bullet had hit. He hissed and put his hand over the white bandage that was under his shirt. He looked around and saw it was almost dark outside. He was quick to remember the events that played out during the day. He lowered his head, only thinking of one person: Newt.

He's really gone. Isn't he? Thomas thought. He decided to get up and head out of the tent he was currently in. As he walked out he could see the shoreline. The ocean. The sand. He looked over and saw more and more tents the longer he looked. He started walking down the path, he could see the big fire that was started, everyone sitting around it.

"Thomas!" He heard a voice. He looked over and saw Minho running over to him. Minho threw his arms around him and hugged him tightly. Thomas could honestly say that he really wished it was Newt he was hugging.

Thomas let out a shaky sigh as he felt a warm tear slid down his face. He pulled away when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Fry. He, as well as Minho, looked close to crying. He smiled weakly at him and turned to look at the fire.

He could see Gally, Vince, Brenda, and all the others, sitting with each other, laughing and smiling.

"Oh! Thomas! I have something for you." Minho said. Thomas turned back to him and Minho was reaching his hand in his coat pocket. He pulled out what looked to be a necklace. It was the one Newt had given him.

"You had it on you when you passed out," Minho said. Thomas had tears in his eyes as he took the necklace from his friend's hands.

"T-Thanks Minho." Thomas decided to not tell him that it was Newts.

"You alright?" Minho asked.

Thomas took a deep breath. "I-I just miss h-him."

Minho looked at him sadly. Thomas started talking again.

"His words are burned into my brain. I still hear him saying, 'Please Tommy, Please.'" Thomas took another deep breath. "And the very as thing he said to me was, 'Tommy.'"

Minho pulled Thomas in for another hug.

"We'll be over here if you need anything, Thomas," Frypan said. "Come and join us in a little while." And with that, he and Minho walked off.

Thomas went and sat down on a small tree log that was under a tent. He held the small pendulum in his hands as he twirled it around with his fingers. He looked at the top of the small charm and twisted it, the top of it coming off. Thomas saw something inside and pulled out the paper.

He started to unfold it and immediately stopped when he saw the words, "Dear Thomas" written at the top and lowered the paper from his view.

Thomas felt his heart speed up. He wrote me a letter? He thought. Thomas took a deep breath as he pulled the paper back up and began reading.

The more he read, the more tears built up in his eyes. This is the only letter he remembers writing? He knew this would probably be his last and he wanted to write it to me?

"It's losing myself to this virus, that's what scares me." And he did. Newt hated WICKED more than anything. He died because of the virus WICKED was trying to cure. He died inside one of WICKED's guard uniforms. And he died inside WICKED walls.

Thomas continued to read the letter. Still not letting the tears fall. He took the second piece of paper from behind the first one, still reading.

"And I remember you. I remember the first time you came up in the box; just a scared little greenie who couldn't even remember his own name." I'll remember you to Newt.