i hope im not my only friend

*Reality:

Chuck: GUYS I’M BORED

Alby, grumbling: I’ll order more pizza

Teresa: This is soooo easy, you guys are so slow.

Thomas, almost in tears: This is so much material to cover before tomorrow. What the fuck??

Minho: I’m twitter famous, I shouldn’t have to take this test, let’s do karaoke!

Gally, highlighting every passage in the book: SHUT THE FUCK UP MINHO

Brenda: *sings along with Minho*

Newt, knocking his head against the wall repeatedly and cursing under his breath: I hate all of you.

My name is Newt And you are sad Because my life Is very bad

Bad people came And took me from My own pet dog My dad and mom

They left me in A special place With grass and walls No loving face

We learned to run To try to find Our own way out I lost my mind

When we got out We didn’t see The kind of peace We dreamed it be

For we were tricked We had to run Through heat and sand Under the sun

I lost my friends So many dead But i kept on Looked straight ahead

We made it but They said im sick I lost my mind It went too quick

I helped them all Until the end I had enough I asked my friend

i’m so sorry that you have to read this terrible piece of writing now but i somehow had to let my feelings out

“Kill me or I kill you. Kill me! Do it!” Thomas hand with the gun was shaking, he was hyperaware of the cold metal pressing against the palm of his sweaty hand as he pointed it at the blond boy in front of him.

Newt was crying now, the tears streaming down his face mixed up with the dirt on his face, creating a path down his cheeks. Violent sobs racked his body that had always been rather skinny, but now it was almost nothing but skin and bones.

Through the ripped fabric of the once clean shirt Newt was wearing Thomas could see the boy’s ribs poking out, each on clearly visibly against his pale skin.

“Please, Tommy, please!”,  choked Newt out, his voice, that had held so much anger and hatred only seconds ago was now cracking, desperation dripping from every word.

Thomas could feel his insides clench as Newt used the nickname he had give him the first day they had ever met each other, the nickname that was Thomas’ favorite thing to hear from Newt by far.

His finger tensed up, ready to pull the trigger, but he just couldn’t. His body simply refused to end Newt’s life this way.

Newt looked up to him, pleading with his eyes, pleading for Thomas to just end his misery.

But Thomas couldn’t. With a swift movement of his wrist he had thrown the gun at the other side of the room, where it slid over the concrete, only to hit a rock and stop moving.

“Nooo!”, Newt howled, “Why did you do this?!”

The blond desperately tried to scramble over to where Thomas had thrown the gun, trying to end everything himself, but Thomas wouldn’t let him.

With two huge steps he had reached him, yanking him up at his arms so that they were at the same level.

“BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE!”, he screamed into Newt’s face, pushing him up against the wall, pressing his body against Newt’s to stop him from trashing around.

Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, and he swore he saw how the madness in Newt’s eyes disappeared for only a split second, before he pushed him back with unbelivable strength.

“YOU DON’T!”, Newt screamed back, almost spitting at him. “YOU CAN’T! I’M A BLOODY CRANK! JUST KILL ME!”

Without hesitating Thomas leapt forward, crashing his lips on Newt’s.

It was an angry kiss, with their teeth clashing and it was raw and full of hunger and pain as Newt pressed himself against Thomas with every inch of his body, holding onto him as if he would keep him from drowing.