Dreams // Newtmas

11.Brenda

"Where the hell is she?" Thomas muttered to himself as began to pull open the doors to other rooms down the hallway. "Brenda?" he called into each one, not caring if he woke the others up. Where was she? Thomas was supposed to being looking after her and now she had completely disappeared. He was a horrible big brother.

"Hey, wait up," Newt called, going after Thomas. Thomas ignored him and continued to call out for Brenda. How was it that she managed to go missing at the one party where she was supposed to be the safest? Like seriously, who does that?

"Tommy calm down," Newt said, stepping in front of Thomas as he walked out of yet another vacant bedroom. There were way too many rooms in this house, but that was beside the point. Thomas stopped in his tracks. Newt just called him Tommy and that gave him an unreasonable amount of power over Thomas and he had no idea why. It was like he was magic.

"Good," Newt said, satisfied that Thomas had finally stopped half running around the place like a madman. "Now tell me why exactly you are looking for a girl named Brenda and why she seems so important to you."

Right, Newt didn't know who Brenda was. "She's my little sister." Thomas explained hurriedly. He felt like an idiot for being so dramatic. "I brought her to the party and we were supposed to stay over here for the night with the rest of them but now I can't find her anywhere. Which, ya know, isn't really a good sign."

"Okay then," Newt reasoned. "Then I'm sure she just fell asleep somewhere else in the house. You can search up here and I'll search downstairs, but we can't panic alright. You've had enough of that for one night, okay?"

Thomas nodded. It felt like a good plan. "Oh, and she has short brown hair and she's wearing this odd looking leather jacket with two red stripes going down the back."

"And she's also the only other girl in this house, right?" Newt smiled.

Thomas felt his face heat up in embarrassment. "Right. That too."

"Good." And then Newt slipped down the stairs in search of Brenda.

Thomas resumed his search, much calmer this time. Newt was right. She had to be here somewhere, and if she wasn't, then he could be overdramatic about it. She was his little sister after all.

None of the other rooms on that side of the house contained Brenda and Thomas was just crossing over to the other side of the landing when he heard a shout from downstairs.

"Lizzy?"

Followed by, "Thomas, I found her!"

Thomas rushed down the stairs, almost tripping over himself in the process. He didn't know who this Lizzy person was but Newt had found Benda safely inside the house so she couldn't be that bad. He made his way through to the living room where he found Newt standing in the doorway. Inside the room, Brenda and two other girls were curled up on the sofa bed. They made sharing one bed look much more comfortable than the Gladers had. Maybe it was just a guy thing to lack the ability to do anything easily.

Upon closer inspection, Thomas failed to recognise either of the other two girls who were sleeping beside Brenda. The only thing he did recognise was that they all shared a similar fashion taste and one had blonde hair which was tied up in a plait. She kind of reminded him of Newt.

"That would be my little sister, Lizzy." He said, following Thomas's gaze. "And I have no clue how she got here since I told her not to come."

"You have a sister?" Thomas asked surprised. He certainly hadn't been expecting that. But then again, he had known Newt for a grand total of five days and the longest conversation they had ever had had been at this party. He wasn't going to know everything about Newt's life already, even if they were friends.

"Yep, and that girl there," He pointed at the other girl on the bed. "Is Harriet, Lizzy's best friend. The two must have snuck out together because I know for a fact that Harriet's parents would never let her go to a party with people she doesn't know. I still don't know how they physically got here though, or how they were planning on getting out of here either."

"Maybe they were hoping you would give them a ride once they met you." Thomas suggested.

"Maybe," Newt agreed. "We'll find out in the morning I guess. Until then," He turned to Thomas, "can we go back upstairs and actually get some sleep. The thought of a nice bed sounds really nice compared to bush I fell asleep against last time."

"Oh, yeah sure." Thomas said. Sleeping sounded like a good idea to him too at the moment. "Just to warn you though, there's probably like only one room with an actual bed in it since the guys took most of them for the sleepover. Unless, of course, you want to try to sleep on a cramped mattress with four other drunk guys?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"I thought so," Thomas grinned and made his way back upstairs, Newt in tow. This time there was no accidental walking into tables or counters, though, judging by Newt's grunts of surprise that made an appearance every now and again, there was a few close calls.

"I hope you don't mind sharing a bed." Thomas said as he walked into the only guest room that still had a mattress in its bed frame.

"Not at all mate." Newt said, eyeing the king sized bed that sat in the middle of the room. "This thing is big enough for three people to sleep on it without touching each other, I doubt that thee won't be enough room for the two of us.

Not what he had meant but okay. Thomas had also been asleep literally on top of Newt earlier in the maze though, so he should have figured that Newt wouldn't mind sharing a bed. Still, it was better to make sure.

Newt flopped onto the bed with a contented sigh. "Oh and by the way, when you meet Lizzy in the morning don't call her Lizzy. I'm the only on she let's call her that. She goes by her second name Sonya for everything else and she will probably kill me if she knows that I told you she was called Lizzy."

"Why? Does she not like the name Lizzy or something?" Thomas asked, lying down beside Newt.

"I don't really know," Newt replied. "She just always likes to be called Sonya for some reason."

Thomas didn't fully believe that but, not wanting to unexpectedly stumble upon some horific family history, he kept silent. If Newt wanted to tell him he would.

Right now, all both of them wanted to do was sleep. So they did just that. Lying back to back with Newt, Thomas had one of the best sleeps he ever had, but that was probably due to the alcohol. Either, way he couldn't complain. How can you, in a situation like that?