Encountering the Blades: a Newt Fanfiction

"You Fucking Prick."

"Up Greenie, c'mon new day, and I got something to show you."

Newt.

"Are you-*yawn,* are you kidding me?"

"Stop whining, you're going to have to get used it," he says as he rolls his eyes at you.

You grab your blanket, and shove it over your head, in a kid-like fashion. "I'm not coming with you."

"Seriously Greenie, I'm not in the mood, get you're scrawny ass out of the hammock."

You scoff, "right, and your going to do something about it." You peak your head out from under the blankets to look at the blonde and figure out what he's thinking about.

Newt moves his hand over to the rope attached to the hammock, keeping it tied to the trees; he moves to the other side of aforementioned tree, and starts to untie your hammock.

"NEWT! NEWT, I SWEAR TO HELL AND BACK, IF I FALL OUT OF THIS HAMMOCK," you try to get out of the strung up cloth before it went down, "I WILL STRANGLE YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS-" 

He really untied the hammock with me still in it.

You tumble to the ground, along with your blankets and pillow. You slowly look up at the blonde who is now leaning against the tree, arms crossed and the biggest smirk on his face.

Once you collect yourself, you run up to Newt, slamming the side of your forearm against his neck. "You fucking prick. Not so good when you're the one getting hurt.. now is it?"

He slowly starts to shove you away, knowing full well he could push you off completely, if he wanted to. "You know, I actually quite like it..." 

You shove yourself off of him, "you're such a pig."

"Says the girl who threw herself on me"

You turn to string your hammock back up, only to see the whole of the glade watching you two, some with envious looks, some with genuine confusion, and most who just want to sleep.

"piss off and go to sleep or something," you yell at the boys. 

"Greenie, how about you stop being a stubborn shank, and finally listen to me," said none other than the blonde burden himself.

You give in, "Fine, what do you want."

"Well, before this lovely experience I was going to say, there was a box that came up with you that's yours. It has like girl cloths and I don't know.... stuff? whatever, anyway, its yours. Some of the boys moved it in the homestead so you could get it. Ok?"

"Oh. Well then... wait? NOW I LOOK LIKE THE PRICK, fuck. Now why didn't you start with clothes that don't smell like sweat?"

"Well that wouldn't be much fun now would it?" He smirks and then turns around.

Whatever...

You start walking to the homestead to find the box, and when you get there, there's already boys looking through the stuff. You walk closer and just look at them with a blank expression.

"Done yet?" you ask, they just give slight nods and "sorrys" as they walked away.

You walk up to the box, and find ragged long sleeves and some t- shirts, with long cargo pants, and a couple pairs of shorts for the hotter days. You also see some combat boots that are somehow already dirty, and then something that just looks like leather straps?

You pick it up and inspect it further.... Ohhhh, its a knife holster that straps on your leg, you keep digging and find more clothes, a couple belts, two knives, some rubber bands, a hairbrush, hygiene products, and a couple more things. "sweet"

Since it was a cooler day in the glade, you grabbed a tee with an army camo jacket , with some longer, black cargo pants, a black belt, and some combat boots, along with the knife and holster, and a pair of goggles (think like Jasper from the 100) and went to the bathroom to change.

When you came out, and went back to fix your hammock and move all of your new stuff, there was some already there, waiting for you.