Chapter Text
“Is the pizza here yet?” Minho asked impatiently. Newt rolled his eyes, glancing to the clock.
“It should be here any second.”
Minho groaned, dramatically draping himself across the couch in the apartment they shared.
“I'm so hungry!” He whined.
“Quit yappin' so we can actually hear when it comes.” Newt grumbled, annoyed.
As if on que, the doorbell rang.
“You got it!” Minho rolled off the couch, running into the kitchen. Newt sighed, as he got up to answer.
He opened the door, and was greeted by a boy, who looked the same age as him. He stared for a moment, then snapped back to reality.
“The total comes to...14.74.”
Newt looked back up from staring at the floor. He quickly reached into his jeans pocket, pulling out a twenty dollar bill. He handed it to the boy, who in return handed him the box.
“Here you go.” He smiled at Newt, showing a stunning, yet slightly awkward smile. Newts heart skipped a beat.
“T-thanks” He stammered, trying to regain himself.
Like that the brown haired boy left, leaving Newt staring after him. He looked yearningly as the company car drove away. When he walked back inside, he saw Minho standing in the kitchen doorway, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He chuckled.
Minho grabbed two pieces, while Newt sat on the other end of the couch, staring off into nothingness, something he usually did when he was thinking.
“Minho?”
“Hmm?” Said Minho, his face filled with food.
“If I told you something, promise not to hate me or kick me out?”
He watched Minho quickly swallow his food, “I'd never do any of those things!”
“Well don't speak so soon.” Newt said, picking up a piece.
“You have a thing for him, don't you?”
Newt choked on the slice he had been eating.
“How did you-?”
Minho laughed.
“People don't look at other people like that unless they really like them, dude.”
Newt took a swig of a pop can, shaking his head.
“Does that mean I'm gay?”
Newt had never thought about it, he had always considered himself straight, then again he had never had a girlfriend.
“I dunno, does it?”
“You know I hate rhetorical questions.”
“I know,”
Newt set the drink back down, glaring at Minho.
“I'm serious though, what do I do? I've never been into guys before!”
“Well, if I were him, I would be honored that I made a man question his sexuality.”
“This isn't funny!” Newt yelled. “C'mon, you need to help me with this!”
“Listen, there's nothing I can do. Just think about it, you have your whole life to decide, but then again better do it while you're still cute.”
Newt slugged him in the arm.
“You're still not funny.”
Minho laughed, and went back to eating. Newt leaned back, still thinking hard. Was he gay? Did just one boy seriously cause all of this? He must be crazy. He abruptly got up.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“Bed,” Newt mumbled. He needed quiet, and with the T.V. On, concentration wasn't exactly simple.
“Goodnight I guess then.”
Newt closed his door behind him, muffling the sounds of the television. He threw himself on his bed and closed his eyes, his mind running away without him.
…..
1 week later
Newt switched through channels, his feet up on the coffee table. It was another lazy Friday night, but it was also one of the hugest nights for students at the high school. The football team had its biggest win, and people were out partying and drinking, but not him. He just stayed home. A large mass obscured his vision from the T.V, he looked up at Minho, who was looking down at him, a grin plastered across his face.
“What?”
“You better answer the door,” He said.
“Nobody's-”
Ding-Dong!
Newt snapped his head to the door, then back at his roommate.
“Who's that?”
“I dunno, you should go see.” He said, unconvincingly.
Newt stood up, peering out the window. He almost screamed when he saw the pizza car parked right out front. He turned around, pointing at Minho accusingly.
“I told you no more pizza!” He whisper-screamed. Minho held up his hands, raising his eyebrows.
Newt cursed under his breath and opened the door, and low and behold, there was the boy again.
“Hey.” He said, trying to act casual.
“Hi. Somebody here likes pizza, huh?” He chuckled. Newt pointed a thumb and the now lounging Minho.
“That would be him.”
While the boy looked through the bag, Newt glared at Minho with as much hate as he could muster, before turning back as if nothing happened.
“Sorry, it must be under all this- hold on a second.”
He set the bag down, carefully extracting everything inside.
“Oh, names Thomas by the way.” He said, standing back up.
“Newt.”
He held out his hand and shook Newts, while Newt internally screamed. After a moment of awkward silence, he tried striking up conversation.
“So uh- are you full time?”
“Yeah pretty much, last guy quit to be with his girlfriend.” He scowled. “I don't understand it.”
Newt nodded slowly, wondering what he meant. Thomas seemed to catch his confusion.
“I'm not into girls, you know?”
Newt internally screamed even louder.
“Same.”
The words left before he could filter them, but it was too late.
“Wow, what are the chances?” He laughed, making Newt ease up a bit and laugh a bit too.
“Oh- sorry, I'm supposed to be giving you a pizza. Here you go.”
He handed Newt the box, and Newt gave him the money, then like that he was gone. Once Newt saw the car completely out of the driveway, he turned back again to Minho.
“What the hell, Minho?!” He screamed.
“What?”
“You promised not to order again!”
“You said pizza. Those, my friend, are bread sticks.”
Newt threw his hands in the air,
“Like it bloody makes a difference!”
“You should thank me, you just came out, and now you can't turn back.”
Newt didn't reply. He sat down on the couch grudgingly, just as Minho stood up.
“Where are you going?”
“Dinner.”
Newts mouth fell open.
“You're kidding me, right?”
Minho's smile answered the question.
“You better call them back and get that Thomas back over here.” He said, pulling on a coat.
“Why would I do that?”
Minho opened the front door.
“Because. He forgot the pop.”
“You didn't order a pop, you liar.”
“Actually, I did. I just didn't say anything when he didn't hand it to you.”
Newt shook his head.
“Invite him in, get to know each other, share some pizza.”
Newt scoffed. “Yeah sure, I'll give him some nice PJ's and sing his a lullaby while I'm at it.”
“Whatever you want, man. Okay, be good while I'm gone!”
Minho walked out the door.
“Use protection!”
“MINHO!!” Newt screamed, just as the door slammed.
He rolled his eyes at his friends behavior and glanced over to the phone on the coffee table. His eyes darted from the phone and the door before finally, he picked it up.
Thomas
Thomas drummed on the steering wheel to the beat of the radio, humming along to his favorite song. It was a good night, his shift was almost over, and he met a cute British boy. He turned his last corner and pulled into the Pizzeria drive-way, automatically checking his backseat to make sure he didn't forget any orders.
His heart actually stopped when he saw the pop.
“Shit!” He said, hitting his head repeatedly on the steering wheel. “Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!”
It was too late to go back, he would have to go in. Maybe if he hid the pop, and nobody called, he would be okay. Right? His insides went in knots as he walked through the back door. He had almost made it to the break room when he saw his boss, holding a phone in one hand and glaring at him.
“It was an accident! I swear!” He said automatically.
“Thomas-”
“Please sir, I'll go take it back, please don't-”
“Thomas!”
Thomas went quiet.
“We both know what happens after the fifth forgotten item.”
“Please” He pleaded. “Its the only job I have, if I'm fired...” He trailed off, not wanting to finish.
“Whats our policy?”
“If five items aren't properly given to the costumer as ordered, employees are immediately released .” He recited.
“Good, now, take the pop back and turn in your keys and uniform when your done.”
Thomas walked back out without another word.
Newt
Newt nervously watched out the window for the car, playing with his hands. His heart jumped as headlights shined through the window. He jumped up, practically running to the door. He waited, breathing in and out slowly before he heard the all but familiar bell. He opened the door, and saw Thomas, except not as cheerful as before. He practically felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Thomas gave a lopsided smile, handing him the soda.
“Sorry about that, Newt.”
Newt took the pop and sat it down next to him, not taking his eyes off Thomas.
“Whats wrong, Tommy?”
Newt slapped his head. “Sorry! I-”
“Hey no worries, I like it.”
Newt sighed. “Okay, good. So, whats eating you?”
“Ah its nothing.”
“Doesn't look like nothing.”
Newt could tell Thomas had cried, not a lot, but enough for it to be noticeable.
“Okay fine. The pizza place has a policy. Forget five items, and your done.” He took off his hat and ran a hand through his short, brown hair. “That was my fifth item. I was fired.”
“Your joking.. I'm so sorry, I-I shouldn't of called!”
“Its cool, man, they would've figured out anyways.” He said solemnly.
“Well, I have a pizza with nobody to share it with, want to come in?” Newt offered, feeling oddly brave.
“What about that Asian dude?”
“He left for dinner. Funny enough he ordered it.”
Oh god he shouldn't of mentioned that.
“Sure, I don't really have a job anymore anyways.”
He came in and sat down on the couch next to Newt, who was still hoping he wouldn't ask anything.
They both took pieces and ate with an awkward silence filling the air like some poisonous gas.
“So why would he order a pizza, then just leave to go to dinner, anyways?” He asked finally, though Newt would rather of had any other question.
“He uh- uh, he said he wanted me to eat more. With so much schoolwork I haven't been eating much, so..” Newt lied.
Thomas nodded his head in understanding.
“So he's was just looking out for you, then.”
Newt chuckled. “I guess so.”
He looked at Thomas, his face was only lit by the flickering of the television. He looked so cute.
Oh god, did I just call him cute? He thought, surprised.
“I never see you at school,” Newt began, trying to escape his previous thought. “Or anywhere for that matter. Did you just move here?”
“Yeah, came here with my mom.” He said. He looked at Newt.
“Maybe we'll have classes together. I'm starting on Monday.”
“I hope.”
He smiled.
“Is it okay if I ask a personal question?”
“Go ahead.”
“How long ago did you know? Like-that you were gay I mean.”
Newt held his breath.
“Um- j-just about a-a week ago” He stammered. “I had never had a girlfriend” He added quickly.
“So you were just not a relationship guy then, so you didn't know.”
“Yeah. Uh, what about you?”
“It was probably when I was around eleven. First in my grade, but not the last” He laughed. “What day?” He asked abruptly.
“What?”
“What day was it?” He cringed.
Oh dang, sorry, I'm being nosy, you don't have to answer.”
“Saturday.”
“Huh? What did you say?”
“It was Saturday.” Newt said a bit louder, surprised at his new confidence, that was quickly overcome by heat spreading across his face.
Thomas smiled knowingly at him.
“The day I came here?”
He nodded his head.
“You're cute.”
Newt looked up quickly.
“I am?” He asked, surprised.
“Yeah, the first time I saw you I just couldn't help but-, well, like you,” He said, now blushing himself.
“I can say the same to you.” Newt said, “Its not everyday the Pizza boy shows up and makes you question your sexuality, ya know?”
Thomas laughed.
“I feel honored.”
They both exchanged some laughs, before Newt asked a question.
“So... did you like your job?”
“Not really...well, except for one thing.”
Newt smiled.
“Oh yeah? Whats that?”
“Well..” Thomas stared, he reached out tracing circles with his thumb on Newt's cheek. “For one, I meet really cute boys.”
“Describe them to me”
“They're tall, skinny and have dirty blonde hair. Oh, and really adorable brown eyes that you can just melt into. They also have amazing accents that make you blush like crazy.” He said softly.
He leaned forward, “And they have incredibly kissable lips.”
“You'll have to demonstrate.”
Thomas leaned in more until their lips met, first just a soft kiss, then it transitioned int a deeper, more passionate one. They stayed like that until somehow Thomas had shifted on top of Newt, his hands reaching up his shirt. Newt shivered.
“I really like you” He breathed against Thomas's lips,
“I really like you too,” He replied, then went back in, pressing himself up against Newt even more. Newt smiled against his lips, wishing the moment would never end. They kissed until his lungs ached and their lips threatened falling off. Thomas had to leave to go turn his things back in.
“I better go.” He said, smiling sadly. Newt wrapped his arms around him, kissing his neck.
“You better be back.”
“Definitely.”
With a last chaste kiss Thomas left, and Newt fell back down on his couch, drunk with happiness. He never expected to ever kiss a boy, let alone like on as much as he did. Not that he was complaining or anything. He smiled again to himself. Love certainly did work in mysterious ways.