Greenie Girl (ThomasxReaderxNewt)

THE SCORCH: DAY 4

I woke to a throbbing headache. I'd felt like this in the Glade after drinking too much of Gally's special brew.

Atleast I remembered everything from last night. Including passing out. Ugh. So not cool. And... kissing Newt.

I immediately blushed, even though no one else was awake. It had been a nice kiss, but the memory was a little fuzzy.

I also remembered that I'd pulled away because I thought about Thomas, and then I'd told Thomas I missed him.

I was never drinking that stuff ever again. I dragged my hands through my hair. My headache was worse now that I tried to figure out my feelings for Newt and Thomas.

Maybe Newt wouldn't remember. Or maybe, he would just also not bring it up today.

I didn't want things to be awkward though. We probably needed to talk about it, but we were always around people. Later. I'd find time to talk to him about it later.

I looked around to see the rest of our group in a bare room. I wasn't sure if it was the same building the party had been in. There's no way they would have carried me far though.

And everyone else had been really out of it too, I thought, trying to make myself feel better about passing out.

I sat for a while before anyone else woke up, well besides John, who I assumed was on watch considering he wasn't in here.

Everyone was slow to start, most probably had headaches like me.

Newt, who was next to me, started to wake up and I braced myself for any awkwardness. But, he just smiled at me, like every morning. Like everything was normal. Maybe he didn't remember.

No one wanted to move at all, but John didn't let us hang around for too long. We still had a lot of ground to cover.

We should reach the halfway point today. I wondered if the people back at the base camp were concerned that the food run was taking so long.

I asked Andrew as much, since Bella didn't seem coherent enough to answer me.

"John called in after... after Phil and the others died. He's gonna help us get you guys through the city." I looked at John, wondering why he'd risk himself for us.

"They sent another group for the supply run. It's easier with less people." There was a little bite to his last sentence. He just walked ahead of me, but I fell back, feeling guilty.

We'd probably attracted more attention sure, but could we really be blamed for losing people?

We were extra careful today, not wanting to run into any more cranks. What helped with the cranks, but not our trek, was that the sun was back out today.

Since we had made it pretty close to the halfway point yesterday, we were aiming for a further checkpoint about 3/4 of the way through the city.

I would prefer the buildings that sometimes blocked the sun to the desert, if it weren't for the cranks.

I'd thought my headache would go away after a little bit, but the sun was starting to go down and it was still bothering me.

The sun and the heat probably weren't helping.

It was pretty miserable today. Long, hot, boring. Everyone was too sick and tired to talk. And even if they weren't, we didn't want to attract any attention.

We made it to the checkpoint, and I was ready to just pass out. We got some food and were directed to an empty room.

No one seemed to want to rest though. We all sat around the room, little conversations going on. There was still that invisible line between the boys and I and the girls.

But the party had eased the divide a little. Clint and Beth kept looking at each other and blushing, considering they'd been glued to each other last night.

Then there was Newt and I. It hadn't been awkward at all today. We'd given each other random smiles throughout the day, but like I said, no one had really talked at all.

Now that we were settled, it was probably time for that talk. But everything seemed so normal, I didn't want to mess it up.

I had just turned towards him and opened my mouth to speak when he asked, "Do you want to talk?," motioning to the door with his head.

I nodded. We started walking around the basement of whatever building we were in. There were a couple guards, but they were pretty spread out.

"So..." I said.

"So. Last night..." he said, sounding nervous.

"I don't know what to say," I said honestly.

"Do you regret it?" he asked. I thought about it. I felt a little guilty because of Thomas, but there was no denying I also felt something for Newt.

"No, not at all."

"Good. That's good," he said. I peaked at him and saw him smiling.

"I just don't know what to think, because we're trying to get through the Scorch, and fight off cranks, and make it to the others." To Thomas, I thought and I feel like maybe he knew that's what I also meant.

"Look, I know you and Thomas have something too. And I don't even really know how this works, so why don't we just take it one day at a time?" he suggested sheepishly.

I stopped walking and we faced each other. He seemed shy now, which was adorable.

"I think that sounds great," I replied and he finally looked up at me. He smiled.

"Ya know," I started, grinning, "you called me pretty last night."

"Oh really? I don't seem to remember that," he joked.

"Sure," I laughed and rolled my eyes.

We were both laughing and our eyes met again. "Fine, yes greenie girl, you are pretty."

I felt warm from his compliment. I had to get on my tiptoes to reach, but I kissed him on the cheek. His answering smile took over his whole face, and I slid my hand in his to walk back to the room.

We separated our hands before entering the room. Fry would probably already be extremely embarrassing if he had noticed us kissing last night, so there was no reason to give him more to work with.

We chatted with everyone for a bit, but then we settled in for bed. Newt kept flashing me smiles that were extremely contagious.

I closed my eyes feeling happy. It took me a while to fall asleep. Then I realized, I'd been waiting for Thomas to talk to me.

Maybe I was just too tired, or my headache was preventing me from hearing him.

But, I still felt a pang of disappointment that was nearly as strong as the happiness Newt had made me feel earlier.

I waited a few more minutes just in case, but I finally gave in to sleep.