𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Fruity Ass Gay's

"Let's go upstairs, yeah?" Newt's usually mellow brown eyes were worn out, tired, broken. "I need to talk to you." He held the door open for me, waiting for my footsteps. The way he looked made me doubt myself. Why did he look so crumpled? Sad? I suppose it couldn't hurt to hear him out...

I followed him, all the way into the house, up the rickety stairs, down the hallway, to a room. Newt's room. I'd never been in there before. I always felt like it was a fairy tale kind of thing, him having a room that he slept in. Newt sleeping did not suit his increasingly bruised under eyes.

He didn't say a word as I stepped into the plain space. Bed folded and made, sheets crisp, the whole clean freak thing. A far stretch from my treehouse that I considered my own artistic mess, with  clothes littering the floor and random junk stuck wherever I could fit it. The one thing that did seem to liven up the place was a plant on his bedside table, perfectly manicured and cared for. Taking a closer peak I saw that this was no regular leafy spirit. It was a Venus flytrap.

My moodiness dropped significantly just by spying the little creature. I thumbed over it's leaves, marveling at it's teeth. So sharp, so spiky, so tempting...

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Newt said, siding up next to me. His thumbs looped in his belt holes. Here he was telling me what to do again. After everything that happened downstairs? Really?

"Why?" I retorted, swinging my finger dangerously close to the green bear trap-like mouth. "Is Audrey gonna bite my hand off?" The words had a little more edge to them than expected. I softened myself up with mumbling. "That's Little Shop of Horrors in case you didn't know." Newt took a seat on his bed, urging me to pull up the lone chair in the room, across from him. I complied, dragging the chair slowly across the wood. He gave one of the plant's leaves a small stroke.

"It's not you I'm worried about." An unusual smile curled up his lips. "It's little Lizzie that needs protection. The plant's aren't able to get food from the sun if you touch them. They waste energy by closing their mouths." His lips twitched around as he curled the leaf around his finger. "Do you get it? Lizzie like lizard, which is kind of like Newt."

"Except for one's a reptile and the other's an amphibian." I blurted. Uh oh. Unease riddled my stomach. I hope I didn't ruin his plant moment by being such a smart ass again.

"Yeah I guess so." Newt murmured, removing his coddling touch from Lizzie. "I wanted to talk to you about two things y/n. One's a little hard to talk about and the other is really difficult to talk about. Which one should we do first."

"First one." I said softly, a caring lilt buried deep within my voice. It seemed like Newt was really troubled by these things. I wasn't his friend anymore but I still had the unnerving urge to help him feel better. Newt nodded, taking a hand and pushing the front of his hair back, ruffling it. Then he said it.

"I'm gay."

I felt my eyes widen a little from his declaration. Taking in what he had said, processing it. It made sense, I wasn't going to lie. All of those quick glances he had shot to the different guy's...very similar to my own. My heart stopped. That must've been the reason why I was getting out of my chair and enveloping him in a warm hug. We squeezed each other tightly. mending any bond that had been broken. Newt was my friend. Always.

"It's okay." I breathed. "It's normal. Me too." Newt pulled back from the hug, absolutely bewildered.

"You two?! But Gally?"

"I swing both ways Amphibatwink." I teased. "Y'know, play for both teams?"

"Really? So I'm not that alone then."