𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Is Newt Kylie Jenner?!

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"Frys been stashing all the good stuff down here!" Chuck hollered, his face buried in a cabinet. Frypan was out of the kitchen attempting to gather a few of his cooks that were still searching for my "necklace". I was sat up on one of the counters, ankles crossed.

"Bring it on up here Bud." I replied, my taste buds more than ready for something sweet. Gally had disappeared. Again. He had claimed he was going to go to the bathroom but it had been over an hour since then. This could mean that he had something else to do or that he was taking a massive dump.

Not that I really cared, Chuck and I were incredibly busy snooping around the kitchen. As for Newts reaction to my prank...needless to say I'd gotten a very stern talking to from Newt. I know he's a teenager but sometimes I can't help but feeling like he acts like a middle aged mother. An overworked middle aged mother. Chuck triumphantly stood up, holding a Tupperware container filled with candy.

"Is that candy?!"

"Uh huh! This isn't even the only one!" Chuck exclaimed. The tub was bursting with what I assumed to be silver wrapped candies. Strangely there was not a single candy with bright colored packaging or flashy words. Only the letters W.C.K.D. had been printed across each covering. Chuck sat on the counter next to me ready to devour them.

"Aw man gimme one!" I said. My eyes allowing the fullness of my stomach to disappear. "I'm sooo ready for something processed." Chucks eyes lit up in recognition.

"That's what Fry always says." He went on to explain. "He only puts out a few pieces of candy at a time and even then he always makes us look around for them." Chuck passed me a few pieces and eagerly unwrapped one of his own. "He's always talkin' about how processed food is trash and we shouldn't have it." I ripped off the wrapper of a lollipop shaped candy. It was red. A moment later I discovered it was cherry flavored.

"Chuck, if it's so bad for you then why does it taste so good?" I said dramatically raising my eyebrows, he matched me with a grin.

"I don't know." He laughed, munching on a chocolate bar. All of a sudden his smile dropped. "Uh Oh."

"Uh oh? What-"

"Aw man! Chuck what are you doin'?!" Frypan yelled as he jogged over, headed straight for the kitchen. In a panic Chuck started shoving the candy in his pockets. I grabbed the bowl of candy and snatched Chucks hand, ripping him away from the scene.

"Run! Run!" I shouted. The air filled itself with my cackles. We sprinted across the glade until we reached the back of the homestead. Chuck pulled me into the showers. We tumbled into the tile covered locker room. We laid there on the cool tile trying to catch our breaths that so desperately tried to evade us.

"That. Was." Chuck huffed. "Awesome."

"You can say that again Chuckles." I breathed staring at the white popcorn ceiling as my heart pounded.

We sat against the mint colored tile for hours snacking on stolen goods. Chuck told me stories about the glade. How he himself had scared Gally in the showers. Gally had been furious. We exchanged jokes.

Chuck always fell over dramatically, laughing loudly at any remark I'd make. He made a really good audience. His laugh bubbled over and was constantly filled with warmth. Newt eventually came to fetch us for dinner. It had been served late due to my whole necklace scavenger hunt.

Our stomachs were sick with candy and in need of some real food. We straggled ourselves up and away towards the kitchen. Fry slopped spaghetti into my bowl looking me up and down.

"Frypan." I said ready to give my apology. I most definitely did not want Fry mad at me. "I'm sorry for messing up your kitchen. Chuck and I just needed some sugar and we're sorry we didn't ask you first. You have a real nice kitchen and I would never wanna mess it up. Also thank you for the food." I quickly added. "It looks really good." Frypan sighed.

"I forgive you." His eyes twinkled. "And thank you for the compliment." Satisfied I had mended things I smiled and took my platter, heading straight for my table. As we enjoyed dinner I couldn't help but noticing Victor.

He hadn't harassed me for over twenty four hours. This was a new fucking company record. He didn't shout at me. He didn't make any disgusting remarks. He didn't even come over to me. Instead he sat at his table, his head perched on his fists staring at me.

Just staring at me with a glint in his eyes. He didn't take a bite of food all night. He just stared at me. His look made my skin crawl. I stayed silent, taking glances at him between bites.

What the fuck was his problem. I rubbed the back of my neck anxiously. After dinner had passed the glader's lounged around, chatting about the exciting day. A few people came up to me asking for a consolation prize for their "good efforts." I always shrugged them off muttering "Not a chance."

I couldn't give them any of my energy. I was obsessively focused on Victor's incessant staring. If any of my friends tried talking to me I'd absentmindedly respond with "Uh huh's." And "Sure's." It was my turn to take a shower again.

With Newt keeping watch outside of the locker room I took a paranoid shower, trying to finish as quickly as possible. Afterwards I followed Newt closely, darting my eyes around in the night. Even when I was locked in my dark chamber I rolled around restlessly. I couldn't help thinking that something was coming. I honestly couldn't say if I slept at all. All I could remember was light filling up the closet and Newt's voice.

(22 days until the next Greenie)

"Rise and shine Greenie." I lay wide awake my eyes dry and piercing the ceiling. After rubbing my eyes I slumped over to the bathroom to get ready. Chuck met me at the front door, chipper as always. The good thing about Chuck was that even if you didn't talk he'd just keep on rambling.

You wouldn't have to participate in a conversation at all and he'd still chatter along. He offered me a lollipop from one of his pockets, I accepted it gratefully. Blue raspberry hit my tongue. My favorite. Sugar distracted me until we arrived at our table. We had just settled in when Victor strode over to us. Finally! I shouldn't feel relieved but I felt like whatever was going to happen was about to be over with soon. He put his mouth by my ear.

"You know if you wanted something to suck on you could've just asked me." His breath hit my cheek. Was that it? Harassment yes but I thought there would be something more astounding.

"Fuck off Victor." I responded automatically. Newt was almost at our table.

"You see I could, but it'd be pointless since we're gonna be spending the whole day together." My heart dropped.

"No. No. No. No. No. No. No!" My face covered itself with my hands. Newt had arrived.

"What is it?!" His voice was filled with concern.

"Not him! Why him!?" I cried.