~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 20: This is Exactly What it Looks Like

Sitting up in that large tree, listening to the screams and pleads of the Griever-stung Ben, Linnea barely could think. Nick. Ben. What they said about her. How they accused her, that was all that could manage its way into her head. It was frightening, almost. What Ben had said, his accusations, were the most petrifying words that Linnea ever had to hear. But he hadn't just accused her, he also said the same things about Thomas. Thomas. One good thought.

Ben told them it was all their fault, that they did this to them, but how was that even possible? How was any of that their fault? None of them knew who they were let alone what they did before the glade. It was all so surreal that nothing else seemed right at all. But, if Ben said that they did this to them, did that mean that Linnea and Thomas did know each other before the glade? Could they have done something, been a part of creating something together? Was that at all possible? Recently, it seemed like anything there was possible, but one thing. The one and only thing that they even needed to be possible. To find a way out.

All of these thoughts ran through her head as if they had a place to go, but somehow, they kept missing the turn they were supposed to take, and had to go back and start over. All of these thoughts took the same turn, and they all led to two different things. The first being why were they there, and the second being Thomas. Somehow everything led to Thomas. Tommy. She needed to tell him what she remembered. She needed to tell him everything. Maybe it wasn't time yet, but she had to. It was the right decision to make, because who knows, maybe he remembered her too.

Almost as if on cue, a noise sounded from under the girl, shaking her out of her thoughts. When Linnea looked down, there stood Thomas, looking up at her, his light brown eyes shining, but the expression on his face showed somewhat of a nervous appearance. Linnea looked back down at him with a slight smile, but her expression, too, showed something. Fear. There was fear written in her eyes and Thomas knew exactly why. She was afraid of what Ben had said. His imputation about the two of them. The brown haired boy had that fear as well.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Thomas asked her, looking up. Linnea nodded, but inside, she knew that this was perfect. It was the perfect opportunity to tell him everything. Absolutely everything.

When Thomas started to attempt to climb the tree, Linnea, herself, jumped down, making him move back down and met eyes with the dark brown eyed girl. "Let's go somewhere else." Thomas nodded, and she led him off to her shack. Only the four designated people, being Alby, Newt, Minho, and Chuck were allowed in there, but Linnea had to make an exception. Thomas followed her. He hadn't really talked to anyone but her and Alby since the Ben incident had happened, but this was not just going to be talking about that problem. Thomas, himself, planned on telling her his strange familiarity with her.

Alby stopped Thomas with his arm once he saw where the two were heading. "You're not allowed to go in there, Greenie," the dark skinned boy stated, looking back at Linnea with a scowl.

The stubborn girl walked back to them, took Alby's arm and moved it, allowing clearance. "Put Tommy on the list for coming into my room. He's now allowed." Alby stood there in shock, shock at how the newbie had put off this sort of attraction on Linnea. She took absolutely no interest in any of the other boys. Why would this green bean be any different? Linnea walked over and took Thomas's hand, leading him back off to the shed. The touch still felt odd, a familiar touch and that connection immediately was felt as she intertwined her fingers with his, but as of then, the touch, the feeling, was so normal for them as it seemed, that it seemed normal to them. In the two days that Thomas had been there, it had happened a colossal amount of times that the feeling was so familiar, it seemed as if it wasn't even there.

The dark haired girl immediately sat him down on her hammock and looked him straight in his whiskey brown eyes, getting lost in them all over again, something that she had already done a large amount of times that day.