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The storm was pouring down by the time I sat down for dinner.
“What are we going to do? Three quarters of us sleep in the hammocks or on the ground. No way they can sleep outside now.” Frypan said as he looked out the window.
“Maybe they can stay here?” Thomas suggests as he devours his food. He always said that you and fry made the best stew.
“Let's all just stay in the Homestead, that way we’re all in the same area.” Gally declares after a long pause of thinking.
“That's not a bad idea Gally, But there's not gonna be much space. We’ll have to double up. I’ll go tell the others.” Alby decides before the rest of us can agree. He walks over to the center of the dining hall, pulling a chair along with him. Then he sets it there and proceeds to get up onto it.
“May I have your attention everyone.” He says cooly and the fifty or so boys turn to him. “You will all be staying in the Homestead tonight. We’ll all gather there and assign sleeping places. Until then, enjoy Y/n and Frypans stew. I have no clue how they make it, just be thankful and don't ask questions.” Gladers all around started to laugh. I looked down at my plate as my face heated up. I tried to look as though I was embarrassed, but the giggles I was letting out were giving me away.
“Come on Y/n, They're just jealous” Frys enthusiastic voice spoke as I looked up.
“Of course they are, I mean who wouldn't be, We're the coolest most-talented people in the Glade” I confidently stated as I looked around the table to find Newt studying me. We had always had a different relationship than the other boys in the glade, always been a little bit closer than I was with the rest of the gladers. If others had noticed the difference between “the only girl” and “the second in command” they never said anything.
“Y/n wanna stay in my room tonight? I’ll make sure you stay warm.” Minho shouts cheekily over the buzz and chatter, breaking you out of your stare off with Newt.
“Oh shuck you Minho” I yell back, a smile present on my face.
“With pleasure” He winks back. The others around the table are all absorbed in the banter, Newt looking slightly angry.
“You okay?” I quietly ask Newt, as the others go back to their own conversations. He looks down at me cautiously, breaking out of his daze.
“I’m fine love, I’ve got to get going, got to set up the homestead with Alby. Find me later?” He asks hopefully with a tentative smile.
“Of course, try not to get wet out there!” I reply almost instantly. He gives me a half smile and looks over Alby. Both of them curtly nod at the rest of the group before making their way out of the dining hall. I watch them walk out before turning back to the rest of the table, looking up to their faces to see them all staring at me with amused looks. Suspiciously I ask,
“What?” Gally and Winston smirk at each other and Zart and Minho chuckle.
“Nothing!” They all say in unison. Still suspicious of them I return to my normal stature and prepare to go to the homestead.
In the homey, put-together building, The gladers grouped together.
“Alright everyone I understand this isn't ideal, But I don't want any of y’all to get sick or hurt. We’re going to have some people stay in the rooms, and some of you here, in the main room.” Alby called out to the large group in the main room of the homestead. Gladers murmured and nodded, thankful to not be outside in the current weather.
“Okay, I don't think I have to tell you where you should be sleeping, Except Y/n. You get priorities and you can choose which room you want to stay in.” The boys around me all were beginning to move their stuff to different places and it was becoming hectic. I start looking around for Newt, remembering him asking me to meet him.
“Y/n! Wheres Y/n” I turn around to see Newt and Alby coming my way.
“There she is!” Alby chuckles as I walk up to them.
“What room do you think you want to stay in tonight?” I look around at the gladers, debating which one would be the grossest to stay with tonight.
“I, can uh, I mean if you want, you can stay with me.” Newt says quietly, looking anywhere but me. I smile brightly up at his guarded face.
“I would love too, Newt.” He looks down at me, his smile even brighter than mine. We stay staring at each other, smiles still present on our faces, until Alby clears his throat.
“Okay… Y/n you go clean up and get ready to go to bed, Newts gotta help me situate the rest of the gladers.” I quickly nod at him before turning my attention back to my roommate for the moment being, finding him already looking at me.
“Feel free to move anything around that isn't up to your standards” Newt says in a snicker and the last part in air quotes.
“I might just…” I say with a smirk and start to walk away, leaving Alby laughing and Newt a bit stunned.
I made my way up the rickety stairs keeping a steady pace till I got to the third floor. You hadn’t been in Newts room before seeing as there was no point for it before tonight. Supplies in The Glade had always been a little short so seeing how there was only a nightstand, bed, a couple of candles, and a rug, I wasn't shocked, It didn't look bare like you would think with such a little furnishings. It was homey in a certain sense, and all around reminded you of Newt. I quickly went to a corner in the room to change into a sleeping outfit, consisting of some clothes the creators sent up that were too small to wear in the day.
“Minho refused to share with Zart tonight, complaining about bloody-” Newt cut himself after barging in, seeing me lying down on his bed with a book.
“What was he complaining about?” I ask, peering over the tattered old cook book in my hands.
“Uh, just something about a bet, anyway- what are you reading?”
“You’ve discovered the secret to my tricks. It's a cookbook that came up last month, Alby thought Fry and I could look it over for anything helpful.” I reply thoughtfully, getting up from my lying position to swing my legs over the side of the bed, allowing Newt to sit beside me.
“Cant say im not impressed you've made it this far without it” He smirks, proud of his joke.
“Why thank you Newt, you truly have the utmost faith in me.” I say jokingly, stifling a yawn, Newt however noticing this immediately suggests,
“Why don't we get some sleep.” I quickly get up from the bed and reach for my bed roll, lying it on the ground and fluffing it up.
“Y/n, what the shuck are you doing?” Newt's confused voice gets me to turn my head. He’s smiling awkwardly. He pats a spot on the bed next to him.
“I'm sure there's room on the bed, plus it's cold out tonight. Can't have us getting sick.” I debate it in my head for a moment, then join him on the bed. What's the worst that can happen?
“Fry would kill me if he had to work alone again” I say as a justification for sleeping next to a man I may or may not like. I slip into the bed with a couple of creaks, the only sounds that can be heard besides some shuffling footsteps. I turn my head to see Newt studying me,
“Is something wrong?” I question, hoping I don't look as anxious as I feel.
“Nah, I’m absolutely beat, why don't we get some rest.” He states, and suddenly I feel a hand around my waist yanking me across the bed until Newt and I are basically on top of each other. I start laughing and soon I hear Newt join in.
“You're crazy.”
“No, I'm tired and cold, there's a difference.” Then the laughing starts up again.
“Will you two shuckfaces shut up?” I hear a quiet yell from the room next door.
“Well, I guess I understand what Minho meant now.” Newt says in a whisper as our chuckling subsides. I suddenly realized how dark it was and laid my head down on his chest. I hear his heart rate pickup a bit but pay it no mind, lazily murmuring,
“Night, Newt.” He hesitates with his response,
“Night”
“Minho shut up, they're gonna wake up any second.”
“Sorry, for trying to speed up the process.”
“You both are annoying, we're supposed to be collecting blackmail-able information.” I woke up hearing murmurs nearby, although my lack of sleep overpowered my curiosity and I turned over onto Newt's chest and got cuddled up again, accidentally waking Newt up in the process.
“Bloody hell” Newt looks at the sudden warmth on his chest relishing in the moment, but soon looks around to find three boys staring at him. Startled, he grabbed the blanket covering the two of us and pulled it up over me.
“What do you think you're doing?” Newt asks skeptically, I look up noticing Minho, Gally and Winston studying us.
“I told you they'd wake up, we're leaving, don't worry.” Gally starts to usher the other two out, well they protest profusely. When they open the door, Alby, Jeff, Thomas, and Clint fall through.
“Anything happen yet-” Alby starts, and I realize what they were trying to catch. I turn to Newt, reach over and grab his head, turn it to look at me. I push my lips onto his. He stilled but soon got over the shock, after a few seconds I pulled back.
“Is that enough for y'all, can we go back to sleep now?”