You were in high school, Newt had been your “friend” for some months. You guys mostly hanged out to study, nothing serious. All your classes were over and you were heading to your dorm (you don’t have a roommate idk why it just sounds more romantic that way) when something washed over you (anything in your life that you need comfort over) you didn’t speak to anyone to the way back as you were afraid of your voice cracking. “What’s up?” Newt asked you as he swung his hand over your shoulder.