You both sit, waiting for fry to serve some breakfast, you finishing your hair while Newt watches.
God, could he be anymore obvious...
Newt tilts his head, watching intuitively whilst you finish off braiding your hair.
"You look funny, why would you do that?"
"shut up," you say as you turn your head away from the annoying boy.
Newt gets up, but to your surprise, he moves over to the side of the table you were on and sits right in front of you, staring waiting for an answer. He pushes himself forward on the bench and grabs your face in his hand... "when I say something, you bloody answer me. So, y/n, why. did you do that."
Could you believe this guy, I don't think he's ever heard of personal space before.
"I don't know, because I wanted to, why is it any of your shank business what I do with MY hair."
"'Cause you look ugly."
What the hell did he just say?
You don't know what to say, so you shout in anger as you throw his hand off you, "Well you know what Newtie boy, if its 'so' bad, why don't you just come over here and fix it yourself!"\
"okay," he says with a smirk plastered on his face, as he walks behind you to fix your hair. He takes the rubber bands out of your hair and then proceeds to slowly unravel your braids, as to not hurt you.
"I can't believe your actually doing this," you mutter.
"Well maybe I don't want you to walk around looking like a potato, y/n."
He said it again?
"Why do you keep calling me that," you ask.
"Didn't you just complain I kept calling you Greenie," he asks as his hands brush up against the back of your neck, causing your breath to hitch.
"yeah, but- I don't know, now it sounds weird," you awkwardly respond.
"well then..." Newt finishes undoing your braids, and runs his fingers through your hair. "Awww, there, now you don't look like a potato."
"shut up," you say as you laugh a little bit. You turn around, and Newt just stares at you, with you looking back at him. After what felt like a while, you started to get nervous so you cleared your throat and looked away, with a slight rose on your cheeks. "Uh... anyway, better- uh go... check on Fry?"
He freezes, and also turns away a little flustered, "yeah uh right... food."
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Encountering the Blades: a Newt Fanfiction
Fanfiction"Admit it Greenie, you hate me, and you can't deny the way it makes you feel inside." "God, you make me so angry and I just can't help myself." A feisty Greenie arrives in the box one day... to be a girl? Greenie gets busy on her first day making en...
