TMR/ the day I fell in love

The Seven Days Of Waiting Final Part

A/N: M'kay so I wrote this while babysitting and I watched Toy Story 3 and the very first Spy Kids, which was the best one by far. Lol kids movies ftw!! :) lol jk it's not really babysitting. It's sitting in my fav chair at their house, cuddling with their dog and watching movies. Lol yay!! Prepare for a smidge of foreshadowing. Hidden foreshadowing. Very subtle. Very.

Day Seven
Newt is fully healed and should be discharged this afternoon.

Morning
I wake up to Minho, for probably the last time. He gives me a giant hug.
"So, my Little Maze Jumper, I guess this is the last time I wake you up," he sighs.
"Not exactly Griever Sting. Newt wouldn't mind if every once in a while I switched my alarm clock from the 'Boyfriend' setting to the 'Best Friend' setting. I'll just make signs to put on the door, depending on what kind of wake up I want," I giggle.
"How is it that we can remember alarm clocks are without ever remembering seeing one?"
"Ya... weird."
"Should we go? Gotta run sector four today. It's especially long and confusing."
"Sure. Let's go pick up E and E and lets go." E and E is the fast way to refer to Emma and Emily. Both girls were made runners and always run with Minho and I now. We run downstairs and to a pair of hammocks strung up all the way out in the Deadheads. When we get there, both girls are awake and chatting.
"Hey you guys!" I shout.
"Let's go!" Minho calls. The four of us are constantly together, along with Thomas, Newt, Kelsey, Reece, Clint and Chuck. The other boys call us the Flock. They even came up with bird names for us:
Me: Robin. When you think of birds, the first one you think of is the robin. I'm essentially the leader of our group.
Minho: Parrot, because he's constantly mimicking and mocking everyone.
Emma: Humming Bird, because she's beautiful but is shy.
Emily: Blackbird, because of her dark hair.
Chuck: Chickadee, because he's small and cute.
Thomas: Cardinal, because robins and cardinals are both red and we're twins.
Kelsey: She's rather elusive, so they call her Owl.
Reece: Bluebird, because he's always helping people, and he also came up in a blue shirt.
Clint: Bluejay, because him and Reece are exactly the same.
Newt: Sparrow, because he is kind and protective.
(Ten bird names, what was I thinking? This took twenty minutes alone...)
With Newt in the hospital, it's been difficult to have the Flock. Emma and Emily only met him when we dragged them to go visit him with us. Newt and I are the only group relationship. But, together when we were alone we decided who would end up with who, as well who would end up alone (there are only four girls to six guys).
Minho and Emma
Kelsey and Reece
Emily, we decided wouldn't end up with anyone in the group. If anything, she'd end up with Gally. He'd been going soft since he met her. We all think he likes her. A lot. Like almost as much as Newt likes me. Almost.
"Adrienne? You're being unusually quiet today, it's like you're not even paying attention," Minho shouts, waving his hand in front of my face. I realize that while I was thinking about my friends, that I didn't even realize that we had left and we're now about half way through our section.
"Dude, stop spacing out!" Emily giggles. Emma stumbles and falls into Minho's arms. He doesn't stop running, just powers on, carrying Emma bridal style. They are sooo cute!!
"Um, Minho, can you put me down?" Emma giggles. He looks at her.
"No," he smirks.

Afternoon:
Newt is being discharged, by none other then two of his best friends, Clint and Reece. The rest of us pretend to ditch him, so that he'll be mad and upset. And when he gets upset, he eats. We're actually all in the cafeteria, setting up a surprise party with the help of the other boys. Frypan's baking a cake, some of the boys are hand-crafting a candle to put on top, all of the other Cooks are making little finger foods. The rest of us are decorating. I'm painting a banner, some boys are cutting out little triangle banner things, some people are inflating balloons. Anyone who's not decorating or cooking are either keeping watch for Newt or preparing a makeshift band, with bottles and cardboard box guitars and spoons. They kinda suck. I finish painting the banner and move some of the tables to make a dance floor.
"Here he comes!!!" One of the guards shouts. We all mill around, adding the final touches. Everything looks great.