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Newt nervously walked up and down in his room. His friend Minho was sitting on his bed, staring at him both expectingly and annoyed.
"Dude, can you stop pacing around for a second? It's driving me crazy," he complained, "Plus, you wanted to tell me something. Do it or I'll leave within ten seconds."
The British boy took a deep breath.
"I want to propose to Thomas," he explained.
Minho's eyes widened at that statement. Of course, he knew that Newt and Thomas were meant to be. They had been dating for such a long time and they still acted as if they were two teenagers on their first date that couldn't get enough of each other. But marriage was a different story.
"You sure you're ready for that? I mean, you're in your early twenties... tons of things could happen..."
"I'm one hundred percent sure," Newt exclaimed, "He's the one. I know it. He makes me feel amazing and special. He always supports me and whenever I need him, he's here for me. I love him. And I want to spend the rest of my life with him. He's the one, Minho!"
Minho eyed him suspiciously.
"That sounds great but - no offense - why do you tell me all of this instead of just asking him already?"
"You don't understand, the proposal has to be perfect. I don't want to just ask him, it has to be special. And you have to help me with it."
"You've come to the right place, my friend. In fact, during the past few years I've been planning all sorts of events, especially proposals. I'm an expert when it comes to such things. Good thing you came to me first," Minho exclaimed while rolling his eyes at his friend.
"Please," Newt whined.
Minho eyed him carefully. He had known Newt for a couple of years but he had never seen him act like this. Usually, Newt wasn't much of a team player. He tended to run things by himself, simply because he didn't want anyone else to interfere. And now he looked like he was about to kneel down in front of Minho and beg him with teary eyes for help.
"Okay, okay," Minho said, "I'm gonna help ya."
"Oh my gosh, you are the best!"
Newt pulled Minho in a tight embrace. He had succeeded at step number one of his 'Tommy and I are getting married' plan.
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Thomas didn't feel very well. He wasn't sure if he could trust Minho. Part of him thought "Newt wanting to propose might be a logical answer to all of this" while the other part yelled "I really don't like that guy that might or might not have stolen my boyfriend!" Thomas's was lost.
He walked across the room, looking for Teresa. He needed to talk about this, he needed to figure out if what Minho had told him was true. And he himself was way too biased to form his own opinion. Unfortunately, Teresa was nowhere to be seen.
Thomas was about to lose all his hopes when he spotted a familiar face in the crowd of his former friends. If there was anyone - beside Newt, Thomas wasn't sure why he didn't ask his ex boyfriend directly, after all, he was the source of all the answers to Thomas's questions - who could help him, it was this person.
He dove right into the crowd and grabbed her shoulders, so that she was forced to turn around and face him.
"Oh, hi Thomas," she greeted him while smiling sweetly.
"It's been a long time, Brenda."
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"Candle light dinner, roses, Champagne... I thought you wanted a really unique and special proposal, but apparently you're going for the good old rom-com style."
"Well, it's romantic?" Newt tried to defend himself.
He actually knew that the ideas he'd had so far were all boring, but he didn't know what else to do. Of course, he wanted to prepare something amazing, something Thomas would always remember but his mind was blank. He had no clue what to do for his boyfriend. And there was something else he was scared of as well.
"Minho..." He carefully started.
"I've said it once and I'm going to say it again: no fireworks. We both know that it would go horribly wrong."
"No, I... Well, I mean..."
"What is it?" Minho's voice sounded a little worried.
"What if he rejects the proposal?"
"He won't."
"But-"
"Newt," Minho interrupted him soothingly, "He won't reject you."
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Brenda wasn't a bad person. She had been one of Thomas's closest friends for quite some time, that was, before he started distancing himself from everyone apart from Teresa (it was a pure miracle that he and Teresa were still friends, she was just too stubborn to accept that Thomas needed some time for himself after the big break up and stayed with him.) Thomas didn't really doubt her when she told him about Minho and Newt. Why would she have been lying after all?
Now he wasn't so sure anymore.
"Why did you tell me that Newt was cheating on me?" Thomas asked.
Suddenly, he didn't have any problems with being straight forward. Brenda shot him a confused glance.
"Well, because you're my friend and I wanted to protect you? I didn't want you to get hurt by Newt, so I thought that I should talk to you about the entire thing," she answered.
"But Newt wasn't cheating on me!"
Brenda looked at the boy, taken aback.
"I - I saw them! They acted like a couple all the time! They were holding hands and hugging and all this unnecessary skinship..." Brenda seemed lost in her thoughts. It took a while until she paid attention to Thomas again. "I'm so sorry," she exclaimed, folding get hands in front of her face, "I really thought that he was a cheater... And then the two of you broke up... I broke you up... Oh God, Thomas, I'm so sorry!"
Maybe he should have been angry. But in this moment, everything he felt was happiness.
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"Maybe you should just tell Thomas that-"
"Are you crazy? I cannot bloody tell him about it. Not yet. And you won't say anything either, okay? It's not the right time. This is our little secret. I'm going to talk to him... in a few months maybe?"
"In a few months?" Minho asked, "Newt, it's not that hard just stand in front of him, kneel down and say 'Will you please marry me?' Even I could do that."
Minho underlined what he had said by demonstrating the proposal to Newt. He keeled down in front of his friend, holding an invisible box with a ring inside.
"It's not that easy."
"It is. You're ready, trust me. Ask him. Tomorrow night. He'll say yes, I'm sure of it."
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Again Thomas tried to make his way through the crowd. He was on his way to Newt. Now was his chance. After all those years, thinking that it was over between them, thinking that the person he loved the most had cheated on him, after being heartbroken for such a long time... now he could finally look into Newt's eyes again and tell him how he felt. And he hoped that Newt still felt the same way about him.
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Minho knew that Newt would come by to tell him how the proposal went. At least that was what he hoped. After all, he hadn't spent his entire afternoon trying to find the right words to congratulate his friend for nothing. So when he heard the faint knocking and opened the door with a big grin, he didn't expect Newt to stand in front of him with teary eyes.
"He broke up with me," Newt half whispered, half sobbed, "Tommy broke up with me."
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As Thomas approached Newt he felt all of his nervousness fade away. It had always been like that. Back when they were dating, Newt was the one person that could always calm Thomas down, that could reassure him that everything was okay. He never really thought about it but whenever Newt was around, Thomas felt safe and comfortable. And now, after years of loneliness, the feeling of comfort found its way back to his heart, just like he had found his way back to Newt.
He took one last deep breath.
"Newt?" he carefully asked, not wanting to startle the older one.
Although Thomas couldn't see his face, he sensed that Newt was suddenly very tense. He almost froze upon hearing the brunets voice. Still, the British boy found the courage to turn around and face his ex boyfriend.
"Thomas."
Being called by his first name seemed weird for Thomas but after such a long time of separation he didn't want to point it out.
"Good to see you again," Thomas said smiling, "You- you look amazing."
Newt blushed, but he didn't reply. After a few seconds of silence, which definitely felt like an eternity, Thomas decided to speak again.
"I'm sorry for breaking up with you. I was an idiot. It's just that... I genuinely thought that you were cheating on me and it made me upset. And... I don't even know why I didn't listen to you, why I didn't want you to explain anything to me. All I know is that I was sad and angry and one hundred percent sure that you were dating Minho because- do I even have to explain that? The two of you spent every second together-"
"Oh, so you jumping to conclusions is my fault?" Newt interrupted him.
"Yes?"
"How can that be my fault?!"
"You're the brains in this relationship. When I go crazy you have to be the one who calms me down and sets everything right."
"I tried but you changed your cell phone number-"
"Because I wanted you to fight for me? I needed some proof that you really loved me and not Minho and-"
"When you thought I was cheating on you with Minho, then why didn't you fight for me, hm?"
"Obviously because my heart was broken?"
"My heart was broken too!"
"But I didn't know that!"
"GUYS!"
"What?" both Thomas and Newt screamed into Minho's face.
"Shouldn't the two of you be making up or something like that? I mean... everything turned out well, didn't it?" Minho asked in confusion.
He honestly didn't get their argument. They should have been happy. After all, the entire cheating incident was just a false rumour.
"Well," Thomas stuttered, "Do you... I mean, would you like to... Maybe... go for some coffee...like... Maybe sometime...Newt...?"
Again, Newt blushed.
"I'd love to."
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