#aseveniisms

[newtcn-blog]

@aseveniisms

He’s wearing yet another ugly Christmas sweater. He has one for every day of December. And he’s very proud of them. He almost tackles his Caregiver as he hugs him. “Morning, Min!”

[newtcn-blog]

@aseveniisms

Thomas had asked to talk to him, and he’d let him. He’d never admit what Thomas had said to convince him to leave, but it had worked, well enough to make the anger dissolve for a few minutes and leave behind helpless sadness. He tried his best to hide it as he returned to Minho and the former fake Cranks.

“Okay,” he said. “Okay. Let’s--let’s go.”

[newtcn-blog]

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Minho. Minho. Newt couldn’t believe his eyes--the machines were deactivated, retreating from his friend. He ran up and wrapped his arms around the bigger boy to keep him upright. “Minho! It’s me, it’s Newt, are you all right? Talk to me, please.”

[angustii]

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“Have we got all the leaves yet? This is takingages.” The Asian boy whined, glancing at their growing pile of fallen leaves. “That’ll be big enough, won’t it?” He asked, leaning on his rake for a few moments and turning his gaze towards Newt.

   “Will ya’ quit bein’ so impatient, ya’ bloody bastard!” Newt yells,

     but it isn’t in a form of true anger, Minho knows that. He finishes

     raking the crunchy leaves in a pile, quite the large one, and it

     would be big enough for the both of them. Before he knows it,

     Newt tosses the rake aside and moves Minho’s away as well,

     grabbing Minho’s hand and falling back onto the leaves so

     that he lands on him, the two of them caked in leaves. His

     chest erupts in laughter, leaves and parts of leaves dancing in

     his hair.

     “This good for ya’, Min?”

[realeadxr]

Orig. aseveniisms

          Thomas couldn't believe it. He can handle being called an idiot           and being made fun of for it but Minho didn't even want to help           him? What kind of person did that? It was bad enough he was           new to this stupid all boy's school and no one else seemed to           like him, but now this guy didn't even want to help him out? It           was a lot more than frustrating.

                              "I was thinking that maybe you could                               help me out, but I guess I was wrong."                               He says, brows furrowing for a                               moment as he tries to tug his shirt                               out of the locker with no success.