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It's been months since their first date and now that the new year had just started, Newt asked his dad if it was alright that he and Thomas rent a flat together. Surprisingly enough, he said yes. Which is what brought us to the two of them arguing over which mattress to buy.
"This one's softer! Plus the colour's nicer." Thomas huffed, all but shoving Newt on the bed he had chosen. They've been at it for hours and they still have yet to decide which mattress they're buying. With how their day is going, they're probably going to end up sleeping on the floor--or well, at least Thomas is. Newt's going to take the sofa and will be having none of it if he doesn't get his way.
"Tommy this bed is too springy. Now memory foam...that, my love, is the shit." He nods, moving from the one that Thomas picked out towards the one he wanted, shoving the other on it too.
"It's too lumpy. Plus it's turquoise. I don't like turquoise."
"Excuse you, it's teal."
Their newfound colours have started to expound the more they spend time with each other, now being able to distinguish the various shades of every colour. It was hard to get used to at first, not realising the effect colours had on their every day lives. Everything looked richer, glowing, bustling with life and it was beautiful. All the more so because Thomas can see how deep the mix of red and purple are on Newt's skin and the richness of his eyes--they were dark most times but in a certain light it became the most beautiful of browns.
But along with their recently discovered colour palette came more bickering on their part, childish antics ensuing once either of them contested their colour choices. Their little shopping trip just happened to be one of them.
"Whatever shade it is--it looks like sea foam now that I look at it--it's too lumpy."
"Fine! Then you're sleeping on the floor."
"If I'm sleeping on the floor, you will too. We both know you can't sleep without me."
"I've slept without you for 20 years. I can sleep without you any day." Newt wasn't sure how well that'd turn out, having Thomas by his side the past few months made it routine for him to use him as a body pillow. He's quite attached now and if he had to admit to it, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep properly without Thomas. Good thing he didn't have to admit to anything, his current position with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed already making sure Thomas would back down.
"Fine! I'll room with Minho, then."
"So now you're telling me you don't want to sleep at all?"
Thomas couldn't refute him--with how Minho was he'd be getting no sleep once the other opened his mouth. And Gally wasn't a valid option either. He'd probably end up having to cater to his every need and as nice as that is, it's quite annoying. Curse his introverted nature and his severe lack of friends.
At the end of the day, he knew he had to submit to whatever Newt wanted. They'd already gotten furniture in various shades of blue-green and their silverware along with matching pink ("It's salmon!" "It's pink!" "Shut up you uncultured prick. Learn your colours!") mugs and pastel dishes. The both of them had started to surround themselves in colour, wanting to bask in everything living. Their lives aren't monotonous and grey anymore and they only had each other to thank, everything now in varying shades of life instead of black and white.
They ended up purchasing the teal memory foam mattress Newt had wanted and promptly went home, already wanting to set the place up and see how everything would look.
It was a disaster.
Colours clashed and whatever image they had in mind for their perfect living space was now turned into what looked like a five year-old with a colouring book. Their banters while they shopped prevented them from doing any proper thinking, only wanting to get the colour they wanted. (At least their tableware looked relatively fine, the ceramic pastel dishes going well with their mugs and silverware).
"We had this coming."
"Should've shopped by myself."
"And what? Miss out on arguing with you?" Thomas gasped, dramatically holding his hand to his chest. Newt stared at him for a while before the both of them burst out laughing, Thomas clutching his sides while Newt rubbed his eyes and tried to stop the tears from flowing out. Whatever kind of mess they were in now was their mess and the both of them couldn't--wouldn't--have it any other way.
"So." Newt nudged, catching his breath after their small bout of laughter. "Wanna test out that lumpy mattress you don't like and see if you still don't like it after we're done?"
Thomas could only smirk in reply, reaching to cup Newt's face and kiss him silly. "I just hope we don't break the bed frame, even if it is an ugly shade of orange."
"You picked that out, you know."
"No I didn't. You did."
"What???? No?????"
"You picked everything out, Newt."
His brow raised and he moved to grab a hold of Thomas' wrists, hands still cupping his face. This gesture meant the end of that conversation, unless he wanted to sleep outside and alone their first night together. And sure enough, he wanted none of that. Their bed needed christening and Newt can't do that all by his lonesome, can he? (He can but Thomas was there to make sure he didn't have to).
So with that, he swiftly wrapped his arms around Newt's waist and carried him off to their bedroom, eliciting a groan from Newt, followed by giggles as he ended up peppering kisses on his face the moment he put the other down. His happiness stemmed from Newt's and he could only be this natural around him, thanking every god there was that even he had a soulmate and that he was the personification of all things good in the world (because until Newt came, he couldn't see much of it).