strings // newtmas au

last young renegade

That caught Newt's attention. "Anything?"

"I was talking to Thomas."

"We're a package deal," Newt said as he walked over to them. "If Thomas lets you pick out an outfit, will you take Minho out somewhere for a few hours tonight?"

Teresa rolled her eyes. "So you can fuck?"

"Obviously."

That didn't seem like a bad deal to Thomas. "Okay, fine Teresa. Whatever you pick out I'll wear."

Teresa literally squealed as she squeezed his hands and jumped a little bit. "Oh my god if I knew it would have been that easy, I would have tried that ages ago."

Newt was smirking at him, trailing his eyes up and down his body and biting his lip ring in that incredibly sexy way that he did. Yeah, definitely not a bad deal at all. Thomas winked back at him which made Newt snort out a laugh.

Teresa fled to find whatever outfit she was going to squeeze him into. Newt paced around the store, his hands in his pockets, gazing at the shelves. Thomas decided to do the same and headed over to the far wall, looking at the shirts there. Thomas didn't dislike the way Newt or Minho or Teresa dressed, they dressed like how he pictured people would in a band. He just didn't think that he could wear it himself, it wasn't that he wasn't cool enough, it was just that he totally wasn't cool enough. Thomas head one jean jacket when he was in high school but it was light blue and totally opposite from what Teresa was probably looking to put him in.

He was looking at a weird shirt that he assumed was of some band when Teresa appeared behind him.

"Show time," she grinned as he turned around.

She had some clothes folded over her arm and Thomas could already tell that he was going to hate this.

She dragged him toward the dressing rooms, calling out for Newt to follow them.

Teresa put the clothes down on the bench before coming out and practically shoving Thomas inside.

"Wait I don't get to watch?" Newt fake pouted as Teresa rolled her eyes.

"I'd appreciate it if you stopped flirting with my boyfriend," Teresa said as she dramatically flipped her hair over her shoulder. "It's a little rude."

Thomas heard Newt laugh as he shut the dressing room door, muttering a "you wish bitch" directed toward the girl.

Thomas tugged off his clothes, frowning at the new ones folded on the seat. The pants looked like the ones Newt normally wore, they were black and tight and Thomas had to jump to get them on. He resisted the urge to laugh at himself in the mirror.

The shirt was next and it seemed normal enough. It looked like a normal light grey t-shirt and Thomas liked the way it fit. Next was a dark red flannel, he thought Newt had a similar one. He left it unbuttoned, smoothening it out before looking at himself in the small mirror. Being completely honest, he didn't look bad and he really didn't hate it. He pushed the door open, feeling his cheeks heat up for no reason.

Teresa immediately clamped her hands over her mouth. "That's amazing!" She exclaimed. "Are you sure you have no musical talent because you could totally join WICKED, I mean now you blend in perfectly!"

Thomas' face was beet red now, maybe he just hated the attention.

Newt was standing against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't saying anything, but he was looking at Thomas with a weird intensity that made him squirm.